Page 111 of The Ruthless and the Strong

“Fuck,” I muttered. He was hard everywhere. Not a spare inch of fat on his sculpted body, and I was having a hard time concentrating.

If he asked me to marry him and I said yes, that meant this body was mine. Not that his looks were what was important, but man, oh, man, it sure helped a lot.

“Pardon?” he asked, turning around slightly so I got a partial view of his face and side. I looked down at his dick, which was standing to attention. He was hard. And big, the bulbous tip tinged with purple from his arousal, and if I looked closely enough, I could see the glistening of some precum.

My mouth watered.

I moved to him without thinking, grabbing onto his shoulders and turning him around. He didn’t look so amused anymore when I knelt in front of him, looking up with big eyes.

He sucked in a sharp breath. “Fuck,” he said when I grabbed his dick and moved my hand up and down his hard length. He was so big, my fingers barely met around it.

“I want to taste you,” I said.

He made a noise in the back of his throat. A cross between a groan and a growl. “Are you sure? You know I don’t expect you to, right?”

“I know,” I said, running my thumb over the tip. It came away wet, and I sucked on my thumb. I hummed, making sure to keep eye contact with him the entire time. I could see his muscles contracting, and I almost smiled. “I want to.”

It would be a nice distraction from all the shit that had happened with my mom, and the confusion at finding the engagement ring he had already picked out for me.

He grabbed onto my hair and pulled a little bit, tilting my head back. I could feel wetness forming between my legs. I loved it when he played rough with me, and every time he pulled my hair, the pain only heightened my arousal.

“Pull you shirt up, along with your bra,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I want those phenomenal tits on display while you suck me off.”

I did it without hesitation, pulling my shirt and bra up, baring me to him. My nipples hardened from both the cold air and his gaze.

“Fucking perfect,” he said, nodding his approval. “You are fucking perfect, you know that?”

My grip on him tightened a bit before he pried my hands away. “No, baby. I don’t want you to touch me. Grab onto my hips if you need something to anchor yourself, but otherwise, keep your hands to yourself, understand?”

Fuck, why was his commanding voice so hot?

I nodded and he smiled in his approval. I might get a bigger satisfaction from pleasing him more than I did touching him.

“Good. Now you’re going to open your mouth and let me feed you my cock.”

I rubbed my legs together from his words. “Oh, God. Yes, Max. Give it to me. Fuck my mouth.”

His hold on my hair tightened a fraction. “I love your dirty mouth. Have I ever told you that?”

I shook my head.

“No? That’s my mistake. Seems I’m not praising you enough.”

“You praise me plenty,” I argued.

He smiled a little at that. “Open, sweetheart.”

I opened my mouth and he fed me his cock. Fuck, he tasted good. I hummed around him, sucking a little. He pulled a little harder on my hair, and reminding me that he was in control.

He fucked my mouth.

I loved every single second of it.

Loved the feel of him moving, the way his muscles clenched with every thrust, loved that look in his eyes that told me he loved me more than anything and anyone in this world, and I even loved the noises he made.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. I’m not going to last, and if you don’t want me to come inside your mouth, pull away now.”

Like hell.

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