Chapter Twenty-Seven
Max
I must have the restraint of a bloody saint to have made it all the way back to the hotel room without fondling Lucy.
More because I could see how mortified she was after our little public display of affection earlier.
But the moment the door closes, I grab her around the waist and haul her over my shoulder.
“Oh my God, Max! Put me down!” She laughs out, but I am a man on a mission.
She kicks out at me, and I would put her down if she wasn’t laughing so hard. I slap her arse instead, which makes her squirm even more.
Ah, so my girl likes to be spanked.
The moment my knees hit the bedframe, I drop her. She flops down onto the mattress, making her hair fly into her face, and her beautiful, perky tits bounce. She looks all the more fuckable like this, carefree and at my mercy.
She’s rubbing her thighs together tightly, the excitement visible on her face.
“Take off your clothes,” I demand, still standing at the foot of the bed.
Lucy, being the good girl that she is, does exactly as she is told.
At a painfully slow speed, she takes one item of clothing off at a time.
I know she is doing it to get the upper hand.
What she doesn’t realise is that this is my favourite part.
The build-up. The need is becoming so unbearable that we can’t wait another second before we give in.
I don’t move a muscle, my own clothes staying in place as I watch her. The way her eyes never leave mine turns me on even more. This is the most attractive thing about Lucy: she doesn’t realise just how sexy she is.
“Lie back against the pillows.” I insist, once her clothes are fully off. “Hold onto the headboard.”
Her back arches as she reaches her arms behind her, showing just how laboured her breathing is. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly as she squirms. She can barely keep herself still.
“Are you desperate for me, my little fairy?”
“Yes.” She says breathlessly.
“Good. Now spread those pretty little legs for me.” I growl, and she doesn’t blink as she does exactly as she is told.
Fuuuuuck.
Her pussy is glistening with need.
Need for me.
I shut my eyes tightly, rolling my head side to side, trying to fight the urge to pounce on her too soon. I want her begging for me.
I roll up the sleeves of my shirt and open the top few buttons, taking my time as she watches intensely. I notice how her fingers grip the headboard even harder, her knuckles turning white the longer I make her wait. My eyes never leave hers as I begin to move up the bed.
I settle myself between her legs, but still don’t go to where she wants me the most. Using both of my hands, I grip the backs of her thighs, holding her in place, and start to trail feather-light kisses from her knee to the inner part of her thigh.
Just as I reach the apex, I stop. Then begin the same journey on the other leg.
“Max,” she cries. “Please.”
“Please, what? What is it you want, Sugar?” I smile as I continue to kiss my way up.
She moans as I kiss the side of her lips, but I pause to look her in the eyes.
“Use your words for me, baby.”
But she doesn’t. Instead, she lets go of the headboard and entwines her fingers through my hair, pulling me exactly where it is that she wants me.
Well, that’s one way to do it. How can I resist?
Keeping my tongue flat, I lick her from back to front. Circling when I hit that tiny bundle of nerves that sends her wild. Before doing it again, and again. She tastes like heaven. The perfect desert a man could ask for.
Her body is writhing beneath me, her legs pushing against my palms to close shut as her orgasm gets nearer. I slow down my licking, wanting her to enjoy this for a little while longer, loving the noises she makes, all because of me.
Once she eases down slightly, I move a hand from her thigh, and with my middle finger, I slowly start to circle her entrance. The greedy little thing tries to grind down onto it.
My cock is weeping at how responsive she is.
I trail it lower and begin to circle her other hole. This is new for us, so I look up to check she’s still with me, and one glance is all I need to know this is exactly what she wants.
“Would you love to take my cock here?” I say in wonder, still toying with her there.
She jerks against me.
“I th-think I would,” she pants.
Everything about her is fucking perfect.
“I can’t wait to fuck you here. But not today. Today, let’s see how this feels.”
Coating my fingers more in her arousal, I go back down and enter her. Moving in and out of her, taking it slow, before inching in that little bit more.
“Fuck! Max.” She cries, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
My good fucking girl.
I take her clit into my mouth and suck as my finger pulses inside of her arse.
She’s fucking loving it. She rocks into me more, fucking herself on my hand.
Within seconds, she’s screaming my name, her orgasm strangling my finger.
I ease the pace, letting her ride it out until the after-shock of her climax wears out.
“What the fuck was that?” She chokes out, her eyes tightly closed as she attempts to catch her breath.
“The most erotic thing I have ever seen,” I reply, breathing almost as hard as her. I don’t know how I didn’t blow just from watching her.
Lazily, she pulls herself up the bed.
“That was like an out of body experience.”
I smirk.
“But you liked it?”
“Oh my God, Max. I fucking loved it.” She grins up at me.
I stand back up, ready to take the rest of my clothes off, when she calls to me. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Don’t worry, baby, I’m not finished with you yet.”
“Good, because I’m not finished with you either.”
How did I get so fucking lucky?