Page 78 of The Woman with the Wallet

“Maybe I should take some lessons from him,” Max said as she dug around in her duffle for her toothbrush and paste.

“I could teach you to cook,” I offered, following her in to brush my own teeth.

It was the first time the his-and-hers sinks had ever been used at the same time. And it was yet another situation where something just felt… right about it.

“I’m not a very good student,” she warned as she glanced over at my reflection.

“I got a lot of patience.”

“I might enjoy testing that,” she admitted.

I had a feeling I would too. Though I imagined every one of those lessons would end up with her served up on the island and me feasting on her instead of whatever we were making.

“You and me, soon as we have Chuck outta our hair, we will do lessons. Start easy. Do you know how to boil water?”

“Ha ha,” she said, scrunching up her eyes at me. “And I hate to break it to you, but I don’t think you’re getting Chuck out of your guest room now that you invited him into it.”

“Christ. You might be right about that,” I agreed as we both moved out of the bathroom and toward the bed. “Wait a sec,” I called when she pulled back the covers.

“What?”

“You won’t be needing this,” I said, moving in front of her to reach down and pull up her shirt. “Or this.” My hands went to her pants next, pushing them down her legs. “And you definitely won’t need these,” I told her as I hooked my fingers into her panties, lowering down to the floor in front of her as I went.

“Miko,” she murmured.

“Yeah?” I asked, angling my head up to look at her, finding her eyes heated, her breathing going fast.

Her hand lifted, slipping across my jaw, then behind my head.

“You need something from me, sugar?” I asked, loving the way everything seemed to make her whimper.

“Yes.”

“Yeah?” I asked, head tilting to the side as her fingers sifted into my hair. “Tell me what you want,” I demanded, leaning in to tease my nose up her thigh. “Can’t give you it if you don’t tell me,” I warned as I pressed a kiss to the triangle above her sex. “You need me to taste your sweet pussy again?”

“Yes,” she whimpered, fingers tightening in my hair.

Her thighs parted for me, and I wasted no time leaning in, running my tongue up her pussy, then teasing little circles around her clit.

Her hips immediately started to rock, riding my face as I worked her.

My fingers slipped inside her, and a groan escaped me, finding her already dripping for me.

“Don’t stop,” Max whimpered, her fingers pulling my hair, her pussy squeezing my fingers.

My cock was aching at the sounds of her begging, enough that I had to reach down with my free hand, grabbing my length and stroking as her moans filled the room. Then, as her whole body trembled and her pussy milked my fingers as she came.

She fell back on the edge of the bed, panting for breath.

Getting to my feet, I kept stroking my cock until her hands rose, slipping behind to sink into my ass, pulling me closer.

“You gonna suck my cock?” I asked, voice rough, as she brushed my hand away to grab me herself.

Then she was leaning closer to tease her tongue over the head, down the bottom of the shaft, over my balls, then back up again before finally—fucking finally—sucking me deep into her mouth.

“Fuck, baby,” I groaned, my hand grabbing the back of her head as she started to suck me hard and fast, nearly making me come down her throat before I grabbed her hair and pulled her back, my cock popping out from between her lips as her hungry eyes held my gaze.

“You gonna be a good girl and ride my cock?” I asked, my thumb teasing across her lower lip. “Yeah?” I asked when her head nodded.

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