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“That’s the last time I save you from going down,” he warns me. The dark rumbly baritone of his voice makes me shiver again. “Got it?”

“Yes,” I breath, trying to focus on muscle strength, something I’ve never been known for. But shit, this might get me to the gym for once if it means I can handle more of Max.

“Perfect, now I’m going to taste this pretty little asshole of yours.”

I gasp. Truthfully, I’ve never even considered something like that, but now it’s all I want. “Yes, please.”

The growl he lets out chases up my spine and forces my back to arch, exposing me even further. “Yes, baby girl, you’re so perfect,” he says as he spreads my cheeks with his strong hands.

My breath stills as I wait for whatever comes next. The anticipation makes me dizzy, but the moment his sinful tongue strokes lightly across my hole, my entire body crackles with electricity. “Oh my God, Max.”

He licks again, this time with a little more pressure, moaning like I’m the most delicious thing in the world andhow do I stop time and keep this feeling?“So good, beautiful,” he whispers, exploring a little further, teasing the rim before applying just the tiniest bit of pressure to the center.

“Max,” I shout as his tongue pops past the entrance, feeling like I might crumple under the sheer bliss of his tongue caressing my most sensitive nerve endings. I feel like I could tear these sheets apart. “Fuck.”

And just when I think it can’t get any better, he slides a finger inside my pussy, rocketing me to an altitude of pleasure I know I’ve never reached. Hell, I didn’t even think it was possible.

Adding another finger, he starts to stroke slowly, painfully slow as his tongue toys with my asshole.

It’s reality-bending, mind-blowing and I know I only have about thirty seconds before my whole body gives out.

“That’s it,” he says as my body starts to quake. He curves his fingers to hit the G-spot he was the first to find earlier and presses his tongue slowly deeper inside me.

It’s heaven. It’s nirvana. I feel like I’ve seen paradise and when he matches the stroke of his tongue to the stroke of his fingers, it takes only seconds for me to detonate into the hardest, most earth-shattering orgasm I’ve ever had and like an untied balloon, I collapse on the bed in a useless heap.

If I never move again, I’m okay with that.

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MAX

This woman. I don’t know what it is about her, but I just can’t get enough. I want to trace every inch of her body with my tongue, learn it inside and out. She’s like a drug and I’m ready to mainline her into my system when she comes all over my fingers with my tongue in her ass.

I feel ravenous, unhinged, and the second she goes down on the bed, I already know we’re not going to get much rest tonight. Because why would I waste this opportunity when I have no idea what tomorrow brings?

I climb up on the bed next to her and pull her into my arms. She’s limp, sated, and pink all over, as if she was dipped in blush. I love it. She’s my little strawberry.

She tosses her arm over my hip and snuggles into my chest and it’s the best thing I’ve felt in…ever. “Just need a minute,” she tells me, even her voice sounds exhausted. “To catch my breath.”

I kiss the top of her head and stroke the lengths of her silken tresses. “Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

She doesn’t answer but her happy sigh and the way her fingers curl around my side are enough to tell me she likes what I said. I can feel the weight of her body change as she dozes off slightly and I don’t care. If I could stay here on this bed for the rest of my life, knowing I gave Gus so much pleasure that she passed out, I’d be happy to throw in the towel.

Besides, it gives me a chance to just enjoy her body against mine. When I say she’s exquisite, I mean it, every little bit of her, and even though I know I shouldn’t, I can feel the word ‘mine’ creeping into my brain.

I know it’s stupid, I know I’ll have to face the music tomorrow for this decision, but something about riding the high of her pleasure has me not giving a single flying fuck. This here, right now. Is all that matters.

She sleeps heavily for thirty minutes or so as I stroke my hands through her hair and down over the curve of her hip and when she wakes up, it’s with the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen.

“Oh my God, that felt good,” she says, pushing up into a sitting position. “How long was I out?”

“About a half hour,” I answer, taking in the way her breasts sway as she stretches her arms above her. I love that she’s comfortable in her skin around me. No covering herself, or embarrassment, just contentment.

She frowns. “I’m sorry, I hope that didn’t kill the mood.”

I shake my head. “That’s impossible. Every time I look at you, I’m in the mood, Gus.” I sit up and kiss her surprised lips. “I’m addicted.”

She reaches up and cups my face through my beard. “Good. Likewise.”

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