Page 41 of Tempting Max

“Daddy wants to see my pussy?”

“Yeah, baby girl,” I growl, stroking my cock again. “Daddy wants to see your pussy.”

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Idon’t know how I got lucky enough to have this gorgeous man begging for my pussy, but I’m not about to disappoint him. I hop up on the desk and spread my legs, reveling in the hungry sound that rumbles out of him as he strokes his cock.

I’ve been dying for him since we got back to Paintbrush. Spending the night apart last night made sense for keeping up appearances, but it wasn’t easy. And keeping myself from blushing every time I spotted him at work was an impossible task.

This moment, this feeling of absolute anticipation is what I’ve been waiting for.

“Beautiful,” he grumbles, “Now spread those pretty lips for me, but don’t you dare touch your clit. That’s mine.”

A shiver of pure excitement shoots through my body, sizzling on my skin. “Yes, daddy,” I say, doing as he says.

“Jesus, baby,” he moans, his eyes hooded and dark as if the feral beast I saw in him two nights ago is just hiding behind a thin layer of restraint. I want to shatter that layer, release the animal. I want him to fuck me until I can’t move. “So perfect.”

He rolls his chair forward and places his strong, warm hands on my inner thighs, causing a shiver to ripple straight to my clit. I moan as he kisses the skin of my inner thigh, tracing circles with his tongue, closer and closer to my core.

Yes, yes, this is what I wanted.

Only, he never makes it to my clit. Instead, he kisses my other thigh, charting the same sinful course with his mouth.

I whimper when he still doesn’t taste my clit. “I want your tongue,” I beg, “please.” My voice doesn’t even sound like it belongs to me. It’s sensual and starved, and so close to unraveling.

His fingers dig into my thighs, and he blows a cool stream of air over my nub.

“Max,” I cry out, arching toward him, hoping to get some sort of friction from him, but he just looks up at me with a grin that I know will make me hot for years to come. “Please.”

“Not yet, baby girl. This is what you get when you send dirty texts in the middle of a workday. When I can’t have you.”

He sinks his teeth into the soft skin of my thighs and I feel like I’m going to rocket off the desk. It’s gentle, just enough pain to make my entire body vibrate, just enough to drive me mad. I feel unhinged, like I might lose my mind if he doesn’t give me what I need.

“Max,” I pant as he does the same thing on my other side, nibbling a straight line right to where I know he won’t touch me. At least not yet.

“Beg,” he demands, blowing hot air over me this time, his lips so close that I feel out of my mind.

“Please,” I get out as he blows again, this time cool air. “Please, daddy. I want you to make me come. I want you inside me.”

“Will you be a good girl and sit on my cock?”

“Yes,” I cry out, wriggling on the desk, not caring about how pitiful I might sound because I know this man wants me and I just have to be good to get what I want.God,it’s the hottest feeling I’ve ever experienced. “I’ll do whatever you want, daddy. Just please touch me.Please.”

He nuzzles my thigh, his beard tickling me, “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yesss,” I hiss, “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Yes, you will,” he tells me and before I can process what’s happening, his mouth is on my clit, sucking, swirling, flicking until my back is arched off the desk and I am quaking.

It’s so intense, so unrelenting that I can’t speak, all I can do is thread my fingers through his hair and hold on for dear life as he shoots me directly to the edge of an orgasm.

“Come for me, beautiful,” He growls. “Come now.”

And with a single stroke of two fingers inside of me, I explode into an orgasm that steals my vision, fills my ears with the rush of pleasure and leaves me a shaking pile of goo on Max’s desk.

It takes me several minutes to come down from the high and when I open my eyes, Max is sitting back in his chair, his eyes heavy with lust, his beard damp with my pleasure, and I know I’m lost to him. There is no way in hell I can ever even think of another man touching me.

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