Chapter Forty-Six Max
Chapter Forty-Six
Max
“Yes,” she breathes.
I press the plug against her entrance, watching as her tight hole yields, stretching around the cool steel as it sinks into her.
She sucks in a deep breath, and I immediately begin to rub a soothing hand up and down her spine.
“That’s it,” I murmur. “You’re taking it so well.”
She whimpers, her hips pressing into the plug, willing it to slide deeper.
“It’s in, sweetheart. How’s the size?” I ask.
“It’s good. I can feel everything.”
A sound rumbles from my chest—somewhere between a groan and a curse. I’m seconds away from losing my mind. From gripping her hips and taking her pussy until she’s completely stuffed, but I bide my time, forcing myself to steady my breathing.
“Are you ready for more?” I ask.
“Fuck me, Max,” she says, her fists curling in the sheets.
Thank God.
Bracing myself behind her, I line up my cock with her pussy. Instinctively, she starts to rock back, feeding my cock into her hot channel inch by inch. Her greedy little slit swallows me deeper with every pass.
The feeling of being inside her while she’s wearing the plug is obscene, heightening every sensation.
“I’m so full,” she pants.
“Jesus, Gemma. You’re so damn tight.”
And when I bottom out—when I’m sheathed so deep inside her I forget where she starts and I end—I lose control.
We both release a strangled sound as I hammer into her, desperate to chase our release. I jerk my hips, fucking her relentlessly. She’s dripping, painting the inside of her thighs with her arousal.
My cock is so hard and so heavy I can barely breathe. When she peers at me over her shoulder, hair tousled, lips kiss-swollen, eyes lust-filled, I power into her. Sweat clings to our skin and sex fills the air as I pound her brutally.
Pressing my chest to her back, I wind her blond locks around my wrist, giving them a sharp tug. Her spine bows, her mouth drops, and she writhes against me, trying to pull me deeper.
“Max!” she screams. “Make me come!”
That’s all the encouragement I need. My thrusts go from brutal to frenzied. The sound of our bodies colliding is thunderous.
“You want to come, baby?” I snarl. “Then take it.”
I release her hair and reach between her thighs, my fingers seeking out her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles.
Her muscles tighten, her pussy strangling my cock as her body seizes. She cries out, coming hard. The combined feel of her snatched pussy clutching me and the plug snug against my cock, I shatter with her, roaring her name.
She wrings me out, sucking me in as I spill into her, loading her up with my seed. I don’t stop until she’s chanting my name and I’m empty. Until she’s full.
Pulling out, I collapse beside her and gather her into me.
“Damn,” I say, catching my breath.
Planting her hand over my heart, she smiles up at me. It almost sucks all the air out of my lungs.
“I love butt plugs,” she whispers.
“Yeah?” I smirk, tickling her sides and she bursts out laughing, the sound a sweet melody I want to bottle and keep.
She throws a leg over my waist, still leaking on me, and I smile to myself, holding her flush against my body. Like she might slip through my fingers if I let go. And this time, she stays, tracing her fingertips idly over my skin.
No excuses. No running away. Just being.
I know what I’ve asked of her isn’t small.
Trust doesn’t come easy for her, that much is obvious.
As I lie beside her, running my fingers through her silky hair, kissing her forehead, her temple, every soft, sacred place I can reach, I remind myself to crack open too.
To let her see all of Max Browne. To offer her the same vulnerability I’ve asked for.
I just hope like hell that it’s enough to make her stay.