Page 21 of Her Reclusive Beast

“Nothing. Just my imagination running away with me,” I confess ruefully.

Max says nothing in reply, but suddenly his big hand is burrowing between my thighs. He spears me with two thick fingers and my whole body wriggles with delight.

“Let go of my cock, sweetness. And I’ll make you feel better.”

I pout. Why should I have to?

Max laughs and I only then realize I said it out loud. “Because I like having you at my mercy, and I’d rather not have you squeezing too hard in reflex. Now, are you going to let go, or do I need to remove my hand from your sweet pussy?”

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Some little voice of instinct is warning me that this is a far more important decision than simply who gets to get the other person off first. On the one hand, Max has made it clear he plans to be in charge, which, however unfashionable in the modern age, sends a certain delicious thrill down my spine. On the other hand, I’m less interested in being bossed around outside the bedroom. Or even in it if it’s midnight and I need to pee. I don’t want to have to crawl over him simply to get to the bathroom because he’s insisted on pushing the bed into a corner so he can better protect me. I have my limits.

Not that he’s done any of that. Yet.

“Jenna?” The note of warning in Max’s gruff voice is unmistakable.

“Max,” I respond evenly, still exploring his cock with my fingers. “You don’t get to be in charge all the time. I’m an adult and I get to decide when I go to the bathroom.”

His dimly lit face registers complete bewilderment. I move both my hands up to frame his cheeks gently while I explain. “I’m picturing you deciding that I would be safer if you moved the bed into the corner and made me sleep on the inside.”

His face relaxes slightly, but I also detect the heat of interest in his pale eyes. He quite likes that idea. I knew he would.

“And as cozy as that might seem at bedtime, it would be awkward and annoying as hell if I need to get up in the middle of the night. I don’t want to have to climb over you and wake you up simply to visit the bathroom ten feet away.”

He opens his mouth to protest, but I move one hand to his jaw and shut it again. “Nope. Not up for debate. I’ll allow you a few caveman tendencies, but only with strict limitations.”

His fingers have stopped moving, but they’re still buried inside me. The heat in his eyes is the only warning I have before he flips us both over. His hand leaves my pussy to my whimper of protest. Only to be followed by a murmur of interest when I feel his thick cock notched at my entrance. Is this it? Did I push him into finally fucking me properly?

Apparently not. He’s not moving, not pushing his thick cock into me, not doing anything. I wriggle, attempting to somehow draw him into me even though I know it doesn’t work like that. Not with a cock as big as his, anyway.

“Max!” I wail in frustration.

His deep rumble of a response is a long time coming. “Go to sleep, baby.”

“What?! You can’t be serious right now.” His weight is lightly pinning me down, but not my extremities. My arms flail, trying to move him. Not away, but maybe into a position where my aching, wet pussy can rub all over his thick cock.

He drops a light kiss on my forehead. “If you want release, little one, then we need to do things my way. But not tonight. We’ll revisit the question in the morning.”

I growl in frustration. I’m sure he’d let me up if I insisted, right before ordering me away from him and into a guestroom to sleep. Which I do not want to do. So really, he’s winning theargument, which annoys me nearly as much as the ache in my pussy.

“How am I supposed to sleep like this?” I pout against his shoulder.

“I find debating the relative merits of bubbly versus still water helps,” Max comments dryly.

I huff for another minute before realizing that he’s confessing to something I haven’t heard before.

“Were you frustrated with me or someone else?” I ask in a very small voice, almost afraid to hear the answer.

Max buries his head against my neck and nips the skin lightly. “I have never spared a single longing thought for anyone other than you, Jenna.”

“Oh.” I sigh happily and discover that his firm thigh has wedged itself between my legs. I give an experimental wiggle and discover it’s rubbing my clit in exactly the right way. I shift again, a pulse of energy lighting up my body. Max sighs but doesn’t move his leg. I feel ever so slightly guilty using him like this, but then he started it. Sort of. I hesitate, holding my breath. Should I give up and suffer like he told me to? But for what, really?

Max growls and shifts me up in the bed with both hands. Then his mouth is on mine, claiming me with everything he’s feeling. His hand returns to my pussy, only not so gently this time. He’s not being rough exactly, just maybe more focused? He pinches my clit and holds it there while his tongue teases my palate. I squirm in his hold and my clit is throbbing so fiercely it’s making my lower back itch. When I don’t think I can take it anymore, Max releases his fingers and plunges them deep inside me.

I cum with a scream into his mouth that he uses to his advantage, his tongue sliding against mine to the same rhythm as his fingers. My body continues to spasm with sharp jerks ofenergy. This is primal and raw, not the gentle lovemaking from earlier.

When my body finally calms, Max tucks me against his side without a word. I can’t help wondering if I get to ask a question in the morning or not. I don’t think I’ll be the one to broach the topic, I decide sleepily as I place a soft kiss on his chest and let myself sink into sleep.

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