Page 71 of The Ruthless and the Strong

“I know… that, but why are we doing it now?”

“Don’t you want to?”

I squirmed a little when he stripped off his shirt, baring his chest to my gaze, and leaned down on the bed. He placed both hands on either side of me, effectively trapping me. I leaned back a little bit when he moved toward me, so close, our noses was almost touching.

My eyes traced the muscles bulging in his arms. Fuck, he had big arms. And why was that so hot? They was twice as big as my twigs for arms, so strong and powerful.

I wanted to kiss them, and trace every curve with my tongue.

“What are we doing?” I asked in a whisper.

“Fucking?”

“Sounds crude,” I said primly.

“Making love, then.”

I shook my head. Could you make love to someone you didn’t love? I didn’t think Max loved me. Not like I loved him.

Before I could say any more, Max helped me take off my shirt, then my bra. He cupped one breast in his large hand, making my nipples pebble from the sensation. He squeezed a little bit before pinching my nipple between two fingers, plucking at it.

He let out a groan before leaning forward and taking it in his mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck and moved my head back, closing my eyes and giving in to the pleasure.

He used his teeth and my arms tightened around him. “Max,” I breathed.

He pulled away and I felt a small smile pressed on my skin before he retreated back and met my eyes. I loved the way his blue eyes looked dark with hunger, and I loved it even more that I was the one to put that look in his eyes.

He pushed me down suddenly, until I was lying flat on my back, and stood up at the side of the bed. He pulled my legs toward him, and before I could even utter another word, he had my jeans unbuckled and yanked the jeans away, along with my panties. My breathing grew labored when I felt the cool air touch my pussy.

I looked up. Max was still standing there, and he was looking at me intently. He took in my face when he cupped my mound, and I tried hard to keep still. He still had on his pants, and something about the fact that I was fully naked while he wasn’t was such a turn-on, I was weak from it.

He played with me.

“I love how wet you get before I even touch you. It’s all for me, isn’t it?”

When I didn’t answer him, he slapped my pussy three times. The pleasure chased the pain quickly, and when I let out a small moan, I didn’t know if it was because I didn’t like it or because I liked it too much.

“Answer me, love. Is your pussy weeping because of me?”

I nodded, and he slapped my pussy once more, this one harder than the first three. I clenched my thighs together when I felt more wetness seep out, and I knew he could feel it.

“Yes,” I said, my fists gripping tightly around the bed sheets. “It’s all for you. Please, Max.”

“What do you want?”

“To come,” I practically screamed. I didn’t care how it happened, as long as he made me come.

He grabbed one of my legs and held it up, spreading me out even more. “Look at this. If only you can see how fucking mesmerizing you look like this.”

His large hand cupped my ass cheek as he looked at me wickedly.

“I wouldn’t exactly call this position mesmerizing,” I said drily.

He grinned. “What would you call it?”

“Impure? Vulgar?”

“Naughty? Filthy?” he suggested. Before I could be a smartass about that, he pulled his hand back and smacked me on my bottom.

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