Chapter 22
Max
Itried to stop myself. Tried to hold steady when she chucked a thirty-thousand-dollar diamond engagement ring into the brush. Tried to stay still when she touched me. Tried to stay sane when she begged for an answer.
And I almost succeeded.
Until I had to listen to her describe how she’d think of me when she pleasured herself while Todd was passed out drunk in the bed next to her. A man could only take so much.
A gentleman could only resist so much for so long.
My restraint snapped inside me like a rubber band pulled too tight.
I’ve been stretching myself so damn thin all these years that when the hold finally broke, I didn’t even feel the sting, only the burn—the sear of all this time I’d missed with her.
Because of me. Because of her. Even if I only had one night, I wouldn’t miss any more.
“Get on your knees,” I ordered, my voice rough and gravelly.
Her eyes shot wide, and I fought not to retract the command. I fought to keep my expression unwavering at the slight startle that rippled through her.
She wanted to know, I reminded myself repeatedly in those handful of seconds. She asked for this.
And then, like a flower bud unfurling into a bloom, Daisy’s surprise unfolded into petals of pink in her cheeks, her teeth biting into her bottom lip, and a jolt of lust staked through me. She wanted this. And because she did, she lowered herself in front of me.
Aware—fully aware—of her condition, I kept my grip on her wrists, holding them high to give her a counterbalance as she went to her knees.
If we were inside, I would’ve made sure there was a pillow under her.
I might be a Dom, but cruelty wasn’t my kink.
I only put her on her knees because I wanted her off her feet, and I knew the ground was soft from the last couple of days of rain.
“Now what?” She looked up at me and asked, her eagerness stretching my cock painfully against my jeans.
I wanted all of her, but after last night, I had to play my hand carefully. It took all of my strength to not walk across the bathroom last night and fuck her on the counter. I didn’t trust what strength I had left, especially if she changed her mind when she realized…how I was.
Taking both her wrists in my one hand, I lowered the other to my waist, undoing my belt buckle and the flap of my jeans in rough movements.
“Max,” she whimpered, her eyes glittering like open flames as I stroked myself through my boxer briefs.
Fuck, I was so hard. Painfully fucking hard.
Closing my eyes, I gave myself a few hard pumps to keep my desire at bay.
Christ, her mouth hadn’t even breathed on me yet, and I was ready to burst. When I opened my eyes again, Daisy was staring up at me with the gossamer of fear removed from her gaze, need naked underneath.
“Do you like watching me, Daisy?” I grunted, working the elastic band over my tip, letting her see the pre-cum that pooled there.
“Yes,” she blurted out, her breath rushing out.
Groaning, I tugged my clothes just low enough to free my cock. Instantly, Daisy’s jaw dropped, and her soft whimper rose to me.
“What is it, Daze?” My grip strangled my length, the flesh pulsing under my fingertip.
“You’re so…big.”
My flesh jumped at her praise. I was just as big last night, I wanted to say, but last night, she wasn’t on her knees in front of my monster cock.
“Oh, yeah?” I hissed, giving myself one long stroke. Focus. “Are you worried I’m too big, Daze?”
“No,” she blurted out and swayed forward.
Fuck.
Gripping her wrists tighter, I held her back. Not yet.
“Do you want to taste me, Daisy?” Pump. Pump.
“Yes,” she panted, dragging her tongue over her lips.
God, the plans I had for that tongue.
“Open wide and stick that pretty tongue out for me, little wife.” The command erupted from my chest, but it wasn’t until she looked at me that I realized what had made her pause. Not the instruction. The endearment.
Little wife.
My little wife.
But instead of finding resistance on her face, there was only submission. Holding my stare, her jaw lowered open for me, and her tongue rolled out a perfect pink carpet for me.
“Such a good girl.” I fisted my girth and angled my hips forward enough to tap my cock against her tongue, the slapping noise sending a bolt of lust straight to the base of my spine and another drop of moisture to my tip.
With her mouth open, she couldn’t hide the whimper that escaped her chest, and I didn’t want her to. All I wanted was to hear the way she wanted me for the rest of my life.
“Stay open,” I said gruffly, every nerve pushed to the limit by the sight.
Daisy on her knees for me. Her tits stuck forward because I held her arms above her head. And her tongue splayed from her full pink lips, just begging for a fucking taste of me.
Locking my teeth, I dragged the tip of my cock along her tongue, wiping the pre-cum onto the soft velvet. The sound she made then was more intense, and I barely pulled back in time as she tried to close me in her mouth.
“Not yet.” Pump. Her pupils found mine, their centers blown wide as she swallowed. Pump.
“Max…”
“Show me that pretty tongue again,” I ordered, and as soon as she complied, I lifted my cock and slapped it down harder this time. The sound more lewd. She panted but didn’t try anything. “Good girl.”
The next time, I didn’t tap her. I lowered the top third of my cock to her tongue and let it rest there like she was some kind of sex shelf. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Daze.”
Maybe it was supposed to be a test for her, but in the end, it only tested me.
I’d only been able to fantasize about this for years, sure that in my mind was the only world where Daisy would be mine.
Except now we were here. Together. Married.
And she was begging me to dominate her. And for all those reasons, my cock felt ready to blow.
“You know how pretty this tongue would look coated in my cum?” I growled, tightening my grip at my base and sliding myself up and down her tongue, just barely teasing the entrance to her mouth like it was a goddamn cave of wonders.
Daisy whimpered, but to her credit, didn’t do more than translate her ache into sound. And then I saw it—saliva leaking from her mouth, some of it dripping from the corners of her lips, some of it draining toward my cock. Good girl.
“Look at you salivating for my cock,” I grunted, dragging my shaft over her tongue until it glistened. “You’re soaking me so good, baby.” Her breath shuddered. “I bet your pussy is soaking for me too, isn’t she, Daze?”
Her eyes flicked to mine, sure and begging. My heart slammed erratically in my chest. I wasn’t going to last much longer. Releasing my throbbing cock, I moved to cup the side of her face.
“You can nod.”
Her unbroken stare was like a current of electricity straight to my groin.
As her head lowered, her top lip brushed my flesh, and I slid my hand back, threading my fingers through her hair.
I buried my next breath deep in my lungs, and when her head rose, her mouth at the perfect angle to take me, I shunted my hips forward.
Her gasp seemed to suck me in deeper, even though it wasn’t possible. With my palm backstopping her head, I didn’t stop until I bottomed out against the back of her throat. Until I almost died from ecstasy.
Her whole body jerked, tense, and a strangled sound gargled out from around my cock.
“Fuck, Daisy,” I ground out, working a few short pumps into her wet heat until my brain unscrambled enough to slide myself free.
“Was that the more you were hoping for?” I demanded roughly, hearing her catch her breath.
I wasn’t going to sugarcoat how I liked things.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. I needed her too damn badly to rein myself back in that way.
“Yes,” she blurted out.
My cock pulsed where it hung heavy and wet between us. “Are you sure?” Because I could still stop. It might kill me in the process, but I could do it.
“Yes,” she husked, more plea than answer. “Please, Max. Please…” She arched toward me again, her open mouth searching for me to fill it.
“Fuck, Daze.” I groaned and let her have me. Her lips latched onto my tip, sucking me in and stroking me with her tongue. Stars erupted in my vision, every caress undoing me down to the level of DNA in my cells. “God, you’re so fucking perfect.”
Framing my hand to the back of her head, I thrust into her slick heat, watching her cheeks balloon and leak every time I hit the back of her throat.
“You’re so perfect, Daisy,” I groaned. “So fucking perfect like this.” I shunted faster, chasing the wet, slurping sounds she made around me.
Pleasure pooled at the base of my spine.
I’d thought to only prime her with this.
To fuck her mouth until she was sloppy and panting for more.
Turned out, I was the one who had no composure.
Not when she whimpered and gagged every time I thrust deep.
Not when saliva coated my length and ran from the corners of her mouth.
Not when, somehow, my hand holding her wrists slid higher until her fingers interlocked with mine.
“That’s it. Choke on that big cock and show me how bad your pussy wants it.” My palm widened on the back of her scalp, and I pumped my hips harder. Faster.
There was no chance I could hold my release back now, but I wasn’t worried.
I’d wanted this woman every day and every night for four goddamn years.
You better believe I had more than one round in me.
The pressure at the base of my spine knotted tight.
And then tighter. And tighter. Daisy moaned, making herself sputter and her throat clamp around me, and it sent me right to the edge.