Page 42 of Tempting Max

Sitting up, all I can think about is repaying the favor. “Can I thank you properly, daddy?”

“Yes, baby girl.”

“Thank you.” I slide off the desk. The floor is cold to my bare feet, but I drop to my knees between his legs and look up at him. I set my hands on his thighs, hard and contoured even through his jeans, and move them slowly towards his cock.

He mutters something I don’t quite make out and leans back in his chair to give me more access.

Looking him in the eye, I release his belt, unzip his jeans, and pull his fat cock free. I lick my lips at the sight of it and look up at him. “Can I taste it?”

“You fucking better,” he answers, his eyes fluttering closed with a moan when my fist closes around it. “Yeah, baby, just like that.”

I stroke him gently, smiling as it bounces and jerks with anticipation. And just when he relaxes slightly, I take him all the way in my mouth.

“Fuck, baby girl,” he says, his eyes flying open as I work my throat muscles around the head of his cock. I’m not that experienced with giving blow jobs, but I know what I want and that is to choke on him.

“Oh God,” he moans, fisting my hair with both hands, keeping me right on his cock. The sensation of him holding me there makes my clit twinge and I think I could come again just from excitement. “Yeah, just like that.”

I pull off of him slowly, swirling my tongue around his head, before slamming back down again.

The sound that comes out of his mouth doesn’t even sound human. I love it. I want more of it. I want him to feel like he makes me feel. I pull off again, this time lifting my other hand to cup his balls.

“Oh God, baby,” his voice is whisper-thin, on the brink and after one more stroke with my mouth. He pulls me off of him and onto my feet like I’m nothing more than a ragdoll. “Too good,” he tells me, “too fucking good.”

He swipes his hand down his face and takes a deep breath as if he needs a moment to recover and then reaches around me for a condom in his desk drawer. “Just in case,” he tells me as he tears the package and rolls the condom onto his cock.

I look at the half-used box we brought back from Denver, “I think we’re going to need more soon.”

He smirks as he finishes the job. “I’ll order a whole pallet.”

I laugh and when our eyes meet, I see his chest rise as if the moment is big for him. I would kill or at least steal candy from a baby to know what he’s thinking. “Gus,” is all he gets out, but it’s enough, I can feel it too.

Taking my hand, he helps me onto his lap and guides his cock to my entrance. I wait just a beat longer to stretch the moment but when I slide down on him, I feel it in my soul.

“Yesss,” he hisses, as I bottom out on his cock, as my muscles twinge and flutter around it. “God, yes. Your pussy is so fucking tight, baby girl.”

I rock my hips a little, unsure of how to be on top. I’ve imagined it a thousand times, but reality has been a lot more missionary than I’d like to report.

He seems to sense it and his warm hands sneak around my hips and grab my ass to guide my motion.

I feel clumsy at first, a little silly, but the appreciative moans and little words of encouragement keep me trying and before long, I’ve got it down and I bounce on his lap just like I’ve always dreamed.

“Yes,” he growls. “Goddamn, baby, just like that.” He leans forward and captures my lips into a hot kiss that I’m pretty sure I’ll feel long after I’ve passed away.

Being connected like this feels like more than sex, it feels like our hearts are talking, our souls are combining and God, I hope I never have to lose this man.

His hands slide across my ass, and I gasp and shudder when one of his fingers lightly touches my hole. “Someday baby,” he tells me, “I’m going to own this hole too. Do you want that?”

To be clear, I want everything and anything this man can give me. “Yes, I want you to own all of me.”

His grin is sinful as he pulls the finger from my backside, wets it in his mouth and then presses it slightly inside of me.

I gasp and collapse forward on him, unable to keep moving my hips. The initial pain turns into a stretch and then into the most exquisite sensation I’ve ever felt. “Max,” I moan, gripping onto his shoulders like my life depends on it. “That feels so good.”

“Rock your hips baby,” he says softly. “Ride me.”

Taking a deep breath, I do as he says and cry out with sheer bliss as I feel his cock and his finger inside me at the same time. It’s so good and almost too much at the same time and that’s fine because my orgasm is upon me in seconds.

“That’s it, baby, let go, come all over my cock.”

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