Page 112 of Invisible String
“Such dirty words for such a beautiful woman. Tell me, baby, are you all talk, or can you fit my thick length down your throat?” The zipper slides down. “I have a lot of built-up sexual tension. Are you prepared to swallow it all down?”
Damn those lips. She kneels between my legs.
“As if I haven’t before, Max.”
That she has. Her warm hand slides inside my boxers. It’s been so long since I’ve felt her, I bite my lip. I wasn’t joking when I said I had little control. I’m madly obsessed with her. Any ounce of affection from Rainey sends me over the top. Pre cum flows down to her hands as she pulls it out.
“Oh,” she utters in a breathless whisper. “Was it always this big?” She mutters the question under her breath as if I’m not in the room.
I chuckle, teasing her. “Scared now?”
She shakes her head. “Never.” Rainey’s mischievous smile grows with a glint in her eyes.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
RAINEY
My eyes widen. Has he always been this big? Possible. Strong and thick. He’s hard as fuck, so hard in fact I can feel the veins pulsing underneath my palms. I stroke in an up and down motion. I moisten my lips, then flatten my tongue and lick to the base, all the way to the sensitive tip. My body betrays me, wanting more—to feel every part of him. It’s a craving, no, a longing, a need. Max jerks when I linger, circling around the tip.
“Rain.” His voice strains, laced with lust.
I flutter my eyelashes, peering into his intoxicated eyes. He lifts his ass up slightly, tugging his jeans lower. His eyes darken with desire as I cup him. Max curses under his breath. It’s been so long, and I want to trace his thick veins with my tongue. His salty taste is one I remember.
“Fuck, baby.”
Gently and impatiently, he dips my head to the root as it hits the back of my throat. He’s so large that my cheeks are hollow and stretch. His fingers tangle in my hair, thrusting into it. My arousal is heightened by the noises leaving his lips. Moans, groans, and curses. I watch his face as he bucks, and his head falls back into the sofa, his hands leaving my hair for his own. It’sso sexy how he slides his fingers in his hair, and his teeth scrape his bottom lip.
“Damn, you feel so good. Too good. I’m so close.” Max lifts his head. “You’re so beautiful,tesoro. Those lips around me fit perfectly.” He wipes the saliva off the corner of my mouth. “Eyes on me, baby, I want to see you take every drop.”
Damn.
Hot.
I go back to licking the tip. “Always,” I say, peering at him through my eyelashes.
Max comes in salty, lava-like spurts. My focus never strays from his. I swallow, then lick every drop off him. A satisfied groan leaves his lips. I get off my knees as he swipes my body.
After dinner, I change into my cami pjs—satin shorts and top.
“That was amazing.”
He makes it so easy for my walls to crumble, and I’ve been struggling to keep them up. The majority of them have been demolished, and that terrifies me because I’m falling again and I don’t know how to make it stop.
“Take off your shorts, my sunshine.” His demanding velvet tone has me obliging.
His dick is still very hard.
He shakes his head when he catches me staring at it. “No, not that. I’m going to take care of you another way.”
Awkwardly, I get on my knees on the sofa. I squeal when Max lifts me, setting me on his chest. Why do I feel disappointed in myself for not having sex? His thick fingers rub between my legs.
“You’re so wet for me.”
Yes, I am. I’m melting in this man’s hold. Like if I weigh nothing, Max lifts me in the air as he scoots down some. “What are you doing?”
His head flops back, and he sets me on his face. “A lot of things. Worshipping, eating my dessert, satiating my woman.”
My. Woman.
