Chapter 30 #2
And when he pulled back, the heat in his stare liquefied any doubt, any hesitation remaining. It disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Because we couldn’t stop—would never stop—fighting for this.
For us.
I wouldn’t rest until I had what was mine, safe and free.
Neither would he.
Rocking onto his knees, he got me flat on my back. He unlocked my ankles from around him, planting my feet on the bed to slide his palms up my legs. Pressing down on my thighs. Spreading my body wide open for him. Only to dive between them and feast with long, hot swipes of his tongue.
Groaning against my clit, he sucked hard before taking the pleasure away. He thrust two fingers inside me, his restraint teetering on the edge, and bowed my body off the bed. Eyes feral, face covered in my desire, he jackknifed his fingers to increase the stretch.
“Think you can take me?” He challenged, brow arched as he flicked his gaze to his fingers sliding in and out of my body.
I taunted back breathlessly. “Only one way to find out.”
He added a third finger, pitching forward to muffle my cry as I pushed into the burn, before he withdrew.
Sliding a palm under my butt, he lifted my ass and lined up his cock. He stroked his length as he teased me with the head, sliding down to gather my wetness, and drawing back up to rub tight circles against my pulsing clit.
My pussy clenched reflexively, tightening around nothing when I wanted everything he had.
“I swear to God, Max, if you’re bluffing—” I squeezed my eyes shut. “If you’re just teasing me right now, you don’t have to worry about anyone else’s threats. Because I will kill you.”
He huffed a laugh, his reverent gaze warming my cheeks as he reached between us. Notching himself at my entrance, he tortured us both with his slow, smooth circles over my clit, and he stared into my eyes.
Leaning forward, he kissed me, slow and deep, as he rocked his hips against me. “We need to work on your vaguely insulting deliveries, Princess.” He smirked as my eyes blazed. “Now, say please…”
Biting back a moan, and the urge to be exactly the brat he claimed I was, I turned the tables.
“I need you inside me. Max, please. I need you.” I begged for him to give me what I wanted. No teasing. Nothing held back. When I reached for him, his breath caught, and I went all in. “Please, Master.”
“Fuck.” He drove forward in one sure thrust.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, my eyes widening at the stretch.
He held steady as he let my body adjust, working my clit with his fingers until my walls fluttered and eyelids fell shut. Then he rocked forward another inch.
I clenched around him, biting my cheek to keep from crying out. My head dropped back with a moan.
But our eyes locked as he pushed in again.
“Fucking hell.” He strained with the effort to hold still. Teeth clenched, sweat beading at his temples, he stared at me with adoration and lust shining in his eyes. “You’re fucking perfect. Taking me so well.”
I whined beneath him, lips pressed together as he eased in.
“I’ve got you, Princess. Just breathe.”
Gritting my teeth, I forced air out and dragged it back in. I panted and adjusted my hips as his ministrations over my clit grew tighter. He circled faster, distracting me with pleasure to help me relax, giving me what I needed to let my body adjust.
When he leaned down to kiss me, a guttural moan escaped my lips. He claimed it with his tongue, dueling with mine as his teeth nipped my lower lip. Tugging it free from where I’d trapped it between my teeth.
He rocked back gently and pressed in each time I relaxed.
Until all that remained was one final push.
“Fuck,” I gasped, clutching his body tightly to mine. “Max, don’t stop.”
Torn between the need to drive home and ease in slowly, the fear of hurting me kept him still. He pulled back slightly, his gaze wild as he clenched his jaw.
I cupped his cheek, bringing his eyes back to mine and panting breathlessly. “Do it. I dare you.”
He swore. Nodding, he thrust again and bottomed out.
“Oh fuck!” I cried, and he smothered the scream on my lips.
Stretched to the point of pain, I cared about nothing but how he filled me completely. The ache, exquisite even as it burned, left me wanting more.
“Princess?” he panted. “You good?”
His concern, and hearing my nickname again, pushed everything else from my mind. He was still mine. He’d always been mine. And now that I had him, I needed more.
“Yes,” I rasped. “Don’t stop. Please, Max.”
I rocked my hips as I breathed, cueing him to move.
He set a slow, but steady pace, giving me more time to adjust without driving us both to madness. But that quickly changed as I lifted my hips to meet his.
As soon as I was ready, he didn’t hold back.
Every fervent stroke of his cock touched places inside me I hadn’t known existed. My whole body tingled, muscles tightening almost instantly. Building my climax swiftly, I breathed through it as each thrust hit deeper than the last.
He didn’t stop or slow. As if he wouldn’t rest until he’d cemented his place inside me.
As if he didn’t realize he was already there.
When he grabbed my hips, lifting me to meet him and slamming home over and over again, a strangled cry left my throat.
He tightened his grip, going harder, and pleasure burst through my core.
My vision danced with stars, and as he used my body in the throes of climax, a second orgasm crashed through me unexpectedly.
Hit with a wave of euphoria, I thrashed against the bed.
His lips sucked deeply at the hollow of my throat, trailing to my breast and taking my flesh into his hot and needy mouth.
Swirling his tongue over my nipple, he adjusted his grip on my hip and angled my body.
I opened for him. Submitted to him. Unable to deny him anything as he made me come undone.
He gripped my chin, holding my stare as he slipped his finger inside my panting mouth. I swirled my tongue around it, sucking in time with each thrust of his cock. Groaning, he brought his finger back to my clit, circling, applying pressure, and drawing out the promise of more to come.
His hand on my hip slid under my ass, teasing between my cheeks. But he wouldn’t cross that line until I asked.
Until I begged for it.
And fuck me, I wanted it. “Max, please.”
When he pressed gently with his thumb, slipping past my body’s natural resistance, pleasure burst behind my eyelids.
My heart, my walls, everything inside me tightened, reaching a breaking point at a new height of pleasure. It built so quickly, I couldn’t stop it.
“Oh, god.” I writhed against his touch. “Max. Fuck. I—”
My back bowed off the bed. Nails clawing, palms pressing, and heels digging into the mattress, I searched for anything to steady the inferno raging through my body. The intensity brought tears to my eyes and sent them streaming down my cheeks as I choked on a sob and came again.
“Oh, my god.” I gasped for air as the next rolled through me. “Oh god, Max, I’m—”
“Fuck, Princess,” he panted in my ear. “I can’t stop.”
Withdrawing, he flipped me onto my belly, spreading my cheeks and driving back inside my pussy.
I barely had time to process—couldn’t focus on anything but the feel of his palm running down the length of my spine. Slapping my ass. Kneading my flesh. And driving deeper with a growl that reverberated in my core.
“I want you unraveling beneath me.” Pumping steadily, he kept his pace as I thrashed beneath him. “Now, come again.”
His palm cracked against my ass, sending vibrations through my body and tightening everything as he slipped his finger back in, going farther.
“Oh fuck! Max,” I moaned. Shaking my head, I turned my face into his arm, where it braced beside my head, and bit down as my core tightened again. “Oh god, it’s too much!”
But I couldn’t stop it.
As my next orgasm crested, he pressed in deep. Fully sheathed in my dripping, aching holes, he didn’t retreat.
“You’re mine,” he growled as my teeth pierced his skin, and he withdrew only to slam his hips in harder. Incited as I came again and again. Spurred by my cries and my body gripping his like a vise. “You can take it, Princess. All of it.”
I groaned my objection as my hips lifted to meet his thrusts.
Sure his faith in me had been misplaced, sure I couldn’t possibly come again, that I couldn’t take it. But my body knew the truth even as my mind fought it.
Whatever he gave me, I’d take it. I wanted it. Needed it.
Needed him.
“Mine,” I rasped and forced my eyes open, locking them on his. Pleasure rolled through me and built again. “I can take you. I—” A moan garbled my words as he captured my lips.
He slowed his pace, easing his finger out before circling my ass gently with two. “Relax, baby girl. Open for me.”
I whimpered, hips torn between pulling away and eagerly bucking to meet him. As he prodded gently, the pressure burned with the wider stretch.
But with my eyes on his, I relaxed beneath his hand.
I trusted him. I had faith he could push me without going too far. Knowing exactly what I could take, he fueled me to do more—be more—than I thought possible.
And I couldn’t see a path ahead, or imagine a future, without him there. Urging me forward when I needed him.
“Max, I—”
He growled in my ear. “Kiss me.”
I shook my head, needing to say it. Needing him to know.
With his free hand, he dragged my hips back and put me on my knees, splaying his chest against my back. He kept my head face down in the mattress. He thrust his cock deep inside my pussy, slipping one finger in before he added the second.
“Holy fuck!”
Face buried in the pillow, I muffled a curse and bit down, smothering a scream of pleasure as my walls seized again. Sweat coated my skin. My body trembled as I reached my limit.
With Mercy perched on my tongue, I nearly released it.
But he didn’t push farther.
Drawing one finger out, he held there, kissing my shoulder as I shuddered. Working my body like he’d mastered it—written the book on making me come apart before he ever touched me—and earning the nickname I’d used to tease him.
One hand circled my throat, hoisting my body against his chest. Arching my back. Pulling my core taut as he spurred his hips up and his cock home inside me.
And I did exactly what he’d wanted.
I unraveled.
Crying out one final time, I threw my head back as he gripped my chin. Turning my face to his, he plunged his tongue back into my waiting mouth. He kissed me hard, shielding the sound as I convulsed around him and my walls seized around him. So tightly, his whole body shuddered.
As his climax tore through him, he bent my body forward, pressing me into the mattress. He sank his teeth into my shoulder, slamming his hips in to the hilt. Pouring his release into me. Filling me completely.
He gave me everything.
And when we finally collapsed, hips dropping to the bed and breathing ragged, he refused to leave my body. Skin drenched, thighs slick with arousal and sweat, he caged me against the mattress as I squirmed beneath him.
With his cock buried inside me and his familiar scent overpowering me, I closed my eyes and reveled in the feel of him. We stayed that way long after our climax. Full, my heart and body so impossibly full, tears slipped silently.
He kissed each one as it fell. Not leaving, refusing to draw back, until my walls stopped fluttering around his cock, and he softened, completely spent.
Kissing my shoulder, he swept his tongue over the sting from his teeth with pride. It emanated from him as he bit my earlobe. As he kissed my throat and every inch of my skin. And as his eyes shone when I finally stared into his sated, onyx eyes.
“You are everything to me, Quinn Everly.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “That’s why I care.”