Page 129 of Wicked Devotion
“Did Logan tell you when he’s supposed to arrive?”
Max wraps his hands around my waist, making me giggle as he lifts me up to sit on the hood of his truck.
“Should be here soon,” he says, smiling when I try to wipe some grime off of his cheek.
“You’re awfully dirty.”
“Says the one with flour on her face.”
“Guess we both need a shower,” I say, not bothering to hide the mischievous grin on my lips. “Wanna join me?”
“If I ever answerNoto this question,you better shoot me.”
Max pulls me closer, and as he carries me back inside the house, his hands squeezing my ass, I wrap my legs around his waist. Once we arrive in the bathroom, he seems to remember something.
“I’ll be with you in a second,” he breathes, rushing back to our bedroom while I get undressed.
It takes him a bit too long for my liking to return, and when he does, stepping into the shower behind me, it’s only the feeling of his rock hard cock pressing against my hip that keeps me from scolding him a little for keeping me waiting.
Turning around, I begin to spread suds over his body. Trailing my fingers lower and lower, relishing in the feeling of his abs contracting under my touch.Lower, until Max grabs my wrist, squeezing the base of his throbbing cock with his other hand.
“You are a dirty little thing,” he murmurs, the pout on his face making way for a grin when I look up at him through my eyelashes. “How am I supposed to keep my hands off of you, when you’re—“
Letting go of his cock, he gestures all over my body as he lets out an exaggerated sigh.
“I don’t understand why Logan didn’t like our little video,” I say, and now it’s Max who takes his sweet time soaping me up.
“The problem wasn’t that he didn’t like it, baby. Liked it a bit too much, if I had to guess. But you need to behave now, because if I end up with a damn cock cage because of you,Iwill be the one whose punishment you should be worried about.”
“Well, if you ask so nicely,” I whisper, pressing my lips against his neck as he turns me around so I’m facing him.
Leaning back a little to look at me, Max lets his hands wander lower on my body.
“Do you trust me?”
“With my life.”
“And with your ass?”
“Obvious—“ My voice trails off into a moan when Max slides his finger over my hole, slowly pushing inside.
I rest my head against his shoulder, and with every move of his hand, it becomes harder to resist the urge to wrap my hand around his cock. Even more so when the fingers of his free hand find my clit. It’s only when Max feels me relax in his hold that he adds a second digit.
He clicks his tongue as I start to place open mouthed kisses on his neck, his cock throbbing against my stomach, and by the time he pumps three fingers in and out of my ass, I’m tempted to risk him ending up caged.
Max knows.He always knows, as if I’m not just an open book to him, but a bookhewrote.
His hand disappears from my clit, reaching for something on the shower rack, and the moment I feel something hard pressing against my rim, I tense.
“Relax, baby,” he whispers. Leaning down to lick a few drops of water off of my neck, a delicious shiver runs down my spine. “I promise you can take it.”
Slowly, he pushes the plug deeper, distracting me with languid kisses until it’s fully inside. And once it is, his other hand slides back to my pussy, where he’s able to push two fingers in with ease. I grind over his hand, but just as I feel a familiar heat building in my stomach, Max moves.
Grinning at me, he turns off the shower and reaches for a towel to dry me off while he drips all over the tiles. Some things never change.
“How bad of a punishment you think it’s going to be—“ I start and Max shakes his head with a laugh. “I’mweak, please, I’ll tell Logan you had nothing to do with it.”
Hanging the towel up, Max slides his hand over the insides of my thighs, groaning when he feels how wet I am. Slickevidence of how much I crave my men, a single touch or glance from them enough to turn me on.
