Page 28 of Tempting Max

“What?” She asks, trying to read my expression.

“You are just so stunning, I had to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.”

She presses her lips together as if my words touched her and I’m glad, because my caveman brain is not going to come up with anything better than that. “Thank you.”

“Lay back, gorgeous, and relax.”

Her eyes flash with heat and anticipation but she does as she is told, though I have many,manyideas on how to proceed when she’s being a bad girl. That will have to come later, after I’ve erased every single orgasm thatshouldhave come before me.

I grab the end of her robe tie and tug it free from the knot. A sound I’m sure I’ve never made before vibrates out of me when the fabric falls open to reveal her creamy, freckle-kissed skin. “Jesus, Gus,” is all I can get out before I press my lips to her belly.

She gasps and wriggles beneath me and I struggle to keep the beast in check while I worship her perfect body. I nudge the robe open so I can see her breasts. They’re ample, perfectly round, with the prettiest strawberry nipples I’ve ever seen. Not even my fantasies come close to the perfection of reality.

I roll one of those tight nipples between my fingers, enjoying the way she mewls and wiggles. “Such perfection shouldn’t go unkissed,” I tell her, dragging my tongue over the tip of her nipple.

“Max,” she shouts, burying her fingers in my hair, arching her body closer to mine. “My God.”

I blow on her sensitive nipple then drag my beard over it lightly, making sure she feels every millisecond of pleasure she possibly can.

"Yes," she breathes as I drag my mouth through the valley between her breasts and tease the other.

As much as I love her breasts, as much as I want to dally there for hours, I have more pressing matters to attend to—namely, her first unassisted orgasm.

Swirling my tongue in a tight figure-eight, I make my way down her belly, pushing the robe away from her body as I go, tasting, licking, exploring every part of her as if I’ll have to file a report on every curve and line in the morning.

Every motion her body makes, every twist and turn and tightening of muscles fascinates me and by the time I reach her pretty pussy, I know I’ll never taste anything sweeter than Gus. “Relax,” I tell her, settling onto my knees at the edge of the bed.

When she does, I part her soft thighs with my palms, reveling in the silk of her skin, sliding my hands slowly closer to the most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen—pink, wet,achingfor me. “Your pussy is perfect, baby girl,” I tell her, inching my hands ever closer to the promised land. “It deserves to be praised by a man that knows what he’s doing.”

She lets out a whimper as my hands draw ever closer at a painfully slow pace. “I’m going to make you come nice this time.” My thumbs meet at the seam and spread her open even further. I feather my tongue over her clit, drawing a moan out of her that will live in my brain for the rest of my life. “Then I’m going to make you come hard. Is that okay, baby?”

She mumbles something as she bucks her hips, trying to get closer to my touch.

“I asked you a question.” I blow a heated breath over her tight bundle of nerves, and she nearly shoots off the bed.

“Yes,” she pants, her voice is needy, like she’s about to lose her mind. “Yes, it’s okay, Max. Please, I want it so badly.”

I growl. A real, mother-fucking growl. Like I’ve ceased being Max Sutton and have become a mindless beast that only lives for Gus’ pleasure. Without warning, I close my lips over her clit and tease it with my tongue before dragging it down and around her entrance. She’s so fucking sweet, so perfectly delicious that I lap at her like an animal, inside, around, and up over her bud and back around again until she’s shaking beneath me and fisting my hair in her one good hand.

Wanting to feel her all around me, I drag each of her legs up onto my shoulders, and moan when I feel her thighs tightening in pleasure.

“Gus,” I moan, slipping two fingers inside her.

“Yes Max,” she pants, “God, that feels so good.”

Her muscles flutter and grip my fingers and my poor cock aches at the thought of being inside her. But all I want right now is her pleasure, that’s all that fucking matters in the world.

I stroke my fingers deep and turn my hand upward so I can curl them up against her G-spot. She gasps when I hit it and when I know I’ve hit the jackpot, I taste her again. Like a man starved, like she’s the only one that can save me.

The fact that both are true is something I’m going to have to think about later.

My tongue and fingers work in tandem, around, in, out, faster, and faster until Gus’ back is arched clean off the bed and her thighs have tightened around me. “Yes,” she gasps, her entire body shivering with the pleasure building up inside her. “Yes, Max, God, yes, right there.”

I zero my tongue in the perfect spot and apply more pressure. When I slip a third finger inside her, she breaks apart around me. Her body vibrates and pulses as waves of pleasure crash into her.

“Max,” she pants and just like that, I decide there is no other sound I like better than her choking out my name. I could put it on repeat for the rest of my life and never tire of it. I keep my mouth on her, my fingers inside her, still stroking, wanting more, knowing I can pull yet another orgasm from her.

It doesn’t take long to get her there and once she hits the pinnacle, she actually shoots backwards on the bed a few inches, her mouth open and not a sound coming out.

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