Page 70 of Cowboy Devil's Embrace

“What do you need, Sugar? Tell me,” he said, and I felt the command lacing his words to my knees.

“Touch me.”

“I’ll touch you. I’ve been dying to get my hands on your hot little body since I first saw you.”

I moaned as Max picked me up, lifting me clean off the floor and holding my weight as if I was light as a feather and not a plus-sized woman. I pulled on his hair as he licked my neck and sucked on my speeding pulse. Moisture flooded my panties, and I moaned and flexed my hips, wishing we were both significantly less dressed.

“I’m not being a dick here, but just so you know, I’m rich. Anything I break, I’ll replace,” he growled as his hands flexed on either side of my chef’s coat.

My breath caught in my throat as he pulled, tearing the buttons clean off.

Holy fucking hotness.

“Christ. Fuck,” he grunts as his hands find my aching nipples. “Your bra is see-through. You wear stuff like this all the time?”

“I do.” I nod because it is true. My work requires me to be covered from head to toe for sanitary reasons, but beneath my bulky chef’s clothes I like to wear skimpy little lingerie sets that make me feel good about myself.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Sugar.”

We kissed some more, and it was divine. Urgent hands seeking one another over our clothes, then beneath them. I don’t know who undressed who, but the important thing was we were now both almost naked.

“Is your pussy soaked for me yet? Do you like it when I suck these tits?” he asked, and I cried out as his hot mouth settled over one hardened nub, pulling on it through the fabric.

The friction was almost too great. I moaned, arching my back and clutching at his head, his neck, anywhere I could grasp.

“Condom?” I panted.

“Shit. Fuck. I’m clean. I just had a complete physical when I bought this place for the insurance company. I swear to you,” he said, and goddamn it I knew better, but I was so far gone. And I never wanted anything as badly as I wanted him.

“I’m clean too and I have an IUD,” I said, and nodded.

“Are you sure?” he asked, and I swear I fell for him right then.

Just a little bit.

Okay, maybe a lot.

“I trust you,” I told him, and I knew it was crazy, but I did.

“Goddamn perfect,” he said, gripping my panties and pulling them to the side.

Then I felt him there. His big, broad head pushed into me, stretching my pussy wide. In an inch and out. Then again, and again, until he fed me his entire dick.

Slickness dripped down my thighs and we both sucked in sharp breaths as he pulled out then pushed back in all at once. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as he worked himself in and out of my body.

Max lifted his head. His electric blue eyes were on mine as he pinned me with his hips.

“Tell me what you need,” he grunted.

“Floor. Get on the floor,” I said, not able to move like I wanted against the wall.

He nodded and dropped down, taking me with him.

“Oh fuck, you’re so big,” I moan as I move astride, taking him even deeper.

He had so many muscles, and they were all moving and flexing, driving me towards fulfillment. The shine of our combined sweat made him glisten like something otherworldly.

“Max,” I moaned his name, closer now to coming.

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