Page 72 of The Ruthless and the Strong

I groaned, trying to pull my leg away and not give him easy access, but his grip stayed firm. “How does this feel?” he asked, rubbing the sore flesh.

I opened my mouth and he squeezed. “Don’t lie to me, baby. I’ll know.”

I let out a stuttered breath. “It hurts, but I also like that it hurts.”

“Good girl for telling me.” He looked at me, a devilish glint in his eyes. “You know, I didn’t get to taste you last time. Which is a sin in my book. How could I be so remiss?”

My breath caught. “Max.”

“Do you want that?”

Voiceless, I nodded. I tried not to look so eager, but I really wanted him between my legs, wanted him to lick me and suckle on me until I was screaming from the pleasure of it all.

“Beg me for it,” he said.

“What?”

He moved his hand down and played with my nipples. I didn’t think I heard him right when he didn’t say anything. Then he looked up at me.

“Beg me for it, my beautiful girl. Make it sweet.”

My mouth opened, then closed. I wasn’t really sure what I should do. I’d never had to beg for sex. Did I want to start? Yet the very idea was turning me on like crazy. And Max knew it, because even though he wasn’t saying anything to me, there was a look in his eyes that told me he knew he would get what he wanted, as long as he stayed patient enough for it.

“Please, Max,” I muttered.

He slapped my bottom and I glared at him. He grinned. “Louder for me, sweet girl. You know I can’t hear very well in my old age.”

Despite the tension I had been feeling moments before, I let out a surprised giggle. His shoulders relaxed and he rewarded me with a goofy smile.

That was what he was trying to do this whole time.

It worked. I was more relaxed, and though I still felt self-conscious, I said, “Please, Max. I want you to taste me.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

As if to prove his point, he moved his hand over his length, still inside his pants. Even with the fabric in the way, I could tell he was hard. So much so, he almost looked obscene.

He leaned down and spread me out before him, like a feast to a hungry beast, and it was taking everything in me to hold still.

“Oh,” I said, when he moved in closer, and I felt his hot breath on me.

“Please, Max,” I said again. I didn’t think I could handle it if he kept toying with me like this. I needed him so badly.

“You smell so good,” he said, then gave me a long swipe of his tongue. My legs shook from the feel of him. It was too much, and I didn’t know how long I could hold on, but I didn’t want this to end either.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me in even closer, eating me out with vigor. His lips sucked on my drenched flesh before he entered. His tongue flickered inside me, fucking me there until I was on the edge. He didn’t let me go, his grip tightening on my hips when I tried to move away, holding me still as he continued to eat me out.

I moved my fingers through his soft hair, pulling on it roughly every time he moved in just the right way. Suddenly, he pulled away from me.

I cried out my protest then, my eyes half-lidded as I looked over at him. I was feeling too much to even think about being self-conscious over the fact that I was naked, or that his lips were glistening from me.

“Max,” I moaned.

He moved me so fast, I didn’t even have time to prepare for it when he flipped me over on my stomach.

I let out a small squeal, which was quickly replaced by a small sob when he grabbed my hips from behind and pulled me until my bottom was sticking up.

He buried his face between my legs and continued to eat me out.

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