Page 88 of Dangerous Play

“Are you missing out on it for me?” I gaped at him, and he laughed.

“I couldn’t wait a moment longer to approach you. It took all my self-restraint to give you enough space over the holidays to process everything that’s happened and not push you into anything.”

I nodded, appreciating his honesty.

“Now, I know I might seem too forward,” he muttered, and a blush painted his cheeks, “but I’m dying to be inside you. That being said, I completely understand if you want to take it slow and not have sex. We can still have fun, or we can just kiss. I really don’t mind what we do... as long as it’s with you.”

I was becoming a puddle of emotions from all his sweet words. Someone needed to teach the art of talking to women like Maximilian Aarons, because he had a magical way of wrapping every word with a little bow and making sure it drove me crazy.

But what I most appreciated about him was that his actions matched his words. They weren’t just pretty words; they weren’t empty promises. I knew with conviction that he meant every single one of them. And I knew that if I told him I wanted to take it easy, he was going to offer to play video games, watch a movie, or go on a hike. He was going to do whatever I felt comfortable with, because I came first.

I only ever came in second when it was about soccer. Otherwise, there was no competition.

And that wasn’t something I was used to—being first or being important—but Max taught me that feeling, and I was slowly getting addicted to it. It was intoxicating.

“I want all of you,” I muttered over his lips. “You know I was tired of you being a gentleman anyway.”

Max let out a low laugh, and grabbing the back of my neck, his lips crashed against mine. It felt like something had finally snapped in him, and he didn’t hold himself back anymore. Like he was finally ready to give me his all. Our kiss was sloppy, deep, and passionate. Teeth met teeth, and tongues danced with tongues. His hands roamed my body in strong, confident strides as they reached under my sweater, cupping my breasts over the thin top I wore underneath.

I moaned into his mouth and arched into his touch as his fingers brushed my peaking nipples.

“You really need to get undressed... now,” Max growled over my lips as he pulled away.

I immediately missed his lips on mine, but his greedy hands pulled the sweater over my head and threw it on the floor as he dropped the straps of my top and let my breasts spill out. I knew it was a good idea not to wear a bra, and as soon as his lips connected with my nipple, I appreciated my laziness even more.

A loud gasp escaped me as my back hit the wall, and I used that as support to arch into his mouth more.

His hands unbuttoned my jeans, and he pulled them down while his tongue moved in slow, teasing circles over my nipples.

“Step out,” he ordered as he kept on pushing my jeans and panties.

His teeth grazed my nipple, making me moan.

“Blossom,” he growled my name over my breasts as he lowered to his knees, and lifting my legs one by one, he helped me step out. He reached up, pulling my top all the way down, leaving me fully naked and bare for him.

Sitting back on his heels, he looked me over like he was staring at his favorite all-you-can-eat buffet. His eyes shone with love and admiration. Yet under all that appreciation, there was something dark and primal lighting up his chocolate-colored eyes.

I gave him a shy smile, and I wanted to ask him what he was doing as he cocked his head to the side and grinned to himself. But before I managed to get a word out, his hand reached between my legs, spreading them, and his lips met my wet folds.

I never told him that the last time he ate me out was the first time anyone had done that for me. Ander never put his mouth on me down there; he didn’t enjoy it. But the way Max feasted on my pussy was sexy as hell.

My fingers threaded through his hair, and I let out all the moans I wanted from the way his tongue fucked me. It was divine, how he knew exactly how to fuck me like it was his dick.

Climax contracted my stomach muscles, and my legs started shaking as his thrusts became quicker.

“I need more.” I whined, pulling onto his hair. “Please... Max!”

Two of his fingers plunged into me, hitting all the sensitive spots as his tongue teased my clit.

“Are you going to be a good girl and come for me, Blossom?”

“Yeah,” I moaned, thankful we were alone in the house. “Just don’t stop.”

“I have no intentions of stopping,” he muttered somewhere through the haze of my brain.

I felt my orgasm shake my body as his teeth scraped my sensitive clit, and I fell apart against the wall, my voice echoing through the house.

Embarrassment should have dragged me from my lust-filled daze, but there was no shame in me. It was one of the best orgasms of my life.

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