Page 71 of Cowboy Devil's Embrace

“That’s it, Sugar. Fucking ride me. That’s it. Good Girl. Show me what you like. Take everything I got,” he growled, sitting up.

His big hands squeezed my ass, and he flexed his hips, thrusting up to meet my movements. He was so good at this. But I didn’t want to think about how that came to be. I didn’t care how we got here, only that we ended up here.

It might have been foolish or careless, or just plain crazy. But I’d been cautious my whole life. I did the right thing. Tried to do what society wanted.

And I was never happy. But here, now, on the floor with Max in his hallway, I felt more complete than ever before.

I wanted to lose myself in the moment. I never wanted it to end. Being locked in this cowboy’s embrace meant everything to me.

“You’re so fucking hot, Sugar. So sweet and soft. Feel how wet you are. Your pussy is soaking me. It’s dripping down my balls,” he groaned.

Why was that so sexy?

He had a dirty mouth, but every time he talked, my pussy clenched. He was so big. His cock filled me so good, curving where I needed it to, teasing the secret place inside of me no other man had ever reached.

Max’s mouth closed around my neck, and his thrusts increased in speed and strength. His entire chest was vibrating, and I loved it.

To think that I, a chubby baker whose husband left her, could make a man like him lose control?

Well, that was truly something. Amazing. Perfect. Just like him.

“You’re so goddamn good, Pen. Feel so good. My perfect Penelope. But I need you to come for me now, Sugar,” he said, demanding my body obey his command.

“S’close,” I murmured.

Max reached between us and slid his fingers back and forth across my clit. My heart hammered away inside my chest, and my legs trembled with the need to come.

“Good Girl. So good. This pussy is so fucking sweet. So hot and wet, and mine. God, I’m gonna fucking come. But I need you there first, Sugar. Come. Now. Right fucking now,” Max growled harshly.

Later on, I would swear that sound alone could have made me come.

“Oh, God! MAX!” I shouted as my orgasm raced through me.

“Mine,” he snarled, and his mouth closed again around my shoulder.

“Ouch,” I yelped at the feel of something sharp.

Then my orgasm seemed to rebuild. White hot lightning zipped through my body, and I was groaning again as Max stiffened. His purposeful movements grew jerky as he filled me with his hot cum.

“Mine,” he grunted again.

It wasn’t something I’d ever heard someone say, but I didn’t think too much about it.

How could I when he’d just fucked me stupid?

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN-MAX

Fuck.

I fucked up.

Like really fucked up.

Without telling Penelope, the beautiful normal I just fucked on the hallway floor, anything about what I really was, I accidentally claimed her.

Okay, it wasn’t really an accident.

I mean, I had already planned on doing that. But only after I’d explained about supernaturals, Jersey Devils, and fated mates.

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