Page 43 of Make Me Whole

I filled my hands with her tits and pinched her sweet, pink buds with my fingertips. She moaned and reached for my shirt, but I shook my head.

“Not yet, baby,” I whispered as I peppered kisses down her shoulder and drifted my palms from her breasts to her hips. “I want you to see something first.”

“What?”

I smiled and guided her to the exact spot in the room I wanted. I turned her around to face the full-length mirror in front of us, and when she saw herself naked and in my hands, her lips parted.

With my mouth aligned with her ear, I whispered, “I want you to see the beautiful, strong, sexy woman I adore when she comes for me. Then you’ll understand why I’d go to the ends of the earth to keep her safe and to keep her mine.”

Sky’s eyes glistened as they found mine in the mirror. My hand slowly slid down her belly until my fingertips touched the most sensitive part of her. Her eyes widened as I circled her pulsing clit.

My cock begged to get in on the action, but this wasn’t about me. It was about her and the way she bit her lip while she watched my finger dip into her tight, wet pussy.

“You’re so beautiful, Skylar.” I pressed the heel of my hand against her clit to massage it.

“You are so strong.” I tweaked her nipple and ravished her neck.

“I’ll always keep you safe.” My finger moved in and out of her.

Her back melted into me as I continued to coax pleasure and speak truth to her heart. She reached to grab my backside, pressing my hardened length against her perfect ass as she rolled her hips in the same rhythm of my hand.

My balls ached when her pussy tightened against my finger. Her juices dripped off her, soaking my hand. I wanted to taste her sweet cream, but I couldn’t stop watching her wonder as she saw herself the way I did.

She continued to rock against me as I finger fucked her, getting me insanely hot for her. “Don’t stop. I’m so close, Max.”

I smiled because stopping wasn’t in my plans. At least not until her worries had been replaced by an orgasm.

18

SKY

The pleasure Max was giving me was unreal. I knew he wasn’t making love to me—our agreement assured that would never happen—but that’s how it felt as he whispered life-giving words into my ear and slid his fingers in and out of me. For the first time in my entire life, I felt loved by a man.

I wanted to cry from joy at how good it felt, but watching myself orgasming seemed like an even better release method for the emotion. My eyes stayed dry as my breaths quickened and my heart raced in search of the sensation.

“Oh, Max,” I moaned, loving the feel of his erection against my ass. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

He smiled and quickened the pace, giving me as good as I needed. After a few more moments, my belly tightened, my legs trembled, and my eyelids fluttered as the first wisps of pleasure licked my skin.

“Don’t close your eyes, babe,” Max asked, his voice as frantic as if he were the one orgasming instead of me. “Look at how sexy you are. See what a lucky bastard I am to get to have you, to make you mine.”

Because I couldn’t deny him, I forced my eyes open and watched. My cheeks flushed, my mouth parted, and my breasts bounced with heavy breaths, but the most impressive part was the utter bliss on my face. Whoever the woman staring back at me was, she couldn’t be me. I wasn’t capable of such joy, or at least I didn’t think I was.

Until Max. He was the key to this version of me.

Pride filled his eyes as he stared at me through the mirror. “That’s it, Sky. That’s who you are and what you deserve. Now come for me, baby.”

Once again, I obeyed.

The most powerful orgasm of my life rippled through me like thunder. I tried to hold my head steady and my eyes open, but it was impossible. The pleasure was too intense, and I needed it too much. Dropping my head to Max’s shoulder, I cried out his name and gave in to everything I felt.

His arms tightened around my waist, holding me steady as I continued to shake. He carried me to my bed while my eyes were still closed. I heard his zipper sliding down and smiled as he positioned himself on the end of the bed. His cock was deliciously hard, a bead of precum dotting its head. I wanted to taste it, but I could tell he wanted something else. I moved my gaze gazed into his eyes and opened my legs wider, inviting him in.

That was all the encouragement Max needed.

Propping himself on his hands above me, he kissed my lips and slid himself inch by delicious inch inside my body. He stopped once his full length was buried in my pussy, and he let out a soft breath.

“You feel too good, Sky. I’m never getting tired of this.”

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