Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
That’s going to hurt.
A lot.
Chapter Thirteen
Max lowers down to his knees and smiles.
“I’m going to enjoy tasting you. Tell me, pretty, does this sweet cunt want what I can give it?” His use of the vulgar language we were taught not to use edges me on. And everything inside of me lights up.
“I don’t know, you tell me.” I sit up on my elbows and stare at him. “Can you make me come?”
He growls before he pushes me back and leans over my body, his blue eyes shining back at me with a look that has me squirming.
“Let’s make a deal. You scream, and I’ll stop.”
“What if it’s a good scream?”
He smirks. “Oh, I know it’s going to be a good scream.” Cocky much? “If you touch my hair, I’ll stop.”
“What? Why?” I ask him.
“Because when you hold my hair, I want it to be when I’m buried deep within that sweet pussy of yours. Now, throw up a silencing spell. You don’t want the world to know how loud I can make you come, now, do you?” My head drops back, and I do as he asks, humming the spell and smiling.
He wastes no time before I feel his mouth touch me there.
Every part of me ignites. He kisses my pussy the same way he kisses my lips—slow and deliberate—until his tongue finds its way in and hits that perfect spot. My hands are fisted at my sides as he continues to slide his tongue up and down, up and down, circling my clit before using his whole mouth and licking, then finally sliding in a finger followed by a second.
Max whispers, “You taste like heaven.”
And somehow his words make my hips thrust against his mouth. My hands twitch, wanting to bury themselves in his hair, but I quickly dig my fingers into the sheets beside me, remembering what he said about touching. I bite my lip as I feel myself coming, and he slides in another finger, keeping the perfect pace, not picking up and not slowing down, pushing me right through my release with the good kind of scream.
I could imagine myself doing this with him endlessly. To have him always touching me would be a pleasure as well as a curse because I wouldn’t want him to stop.
He rolls us over, so he’s on his back, then picks me up as if I weigh nothing, holding me above him.
“You listened,” he says.
“Do I get a reward?” He lowers me just a little until the tip of his cock is at my entrance.
“Reward? Did I not just give you one?”
“You did.” I smile. “And I quite enjoyed it.”
He lowers me again, and he slips a little more inside, driving a whimper from my lips.
It’s torture.
Sweet, sweet torture.
“I would like to be your first everything.”
“Do you?” I lean down and give him a quick kiss, and he lowers me just a bit more.
“I do, and I don’t like sharing.”
“Well, don’t share me, then.”
Max nods and slowly lowers me one last time until I am seated on him. I squirm at the feeling of him inside me, moaning into his mouth. It feels good. Full, but good. He doesn’t move, just lets me get comfortable before I raise my hips just a little.
“Tell me when I can move.” He breathes out, watching me. His hands grip my hips, getting ready to thrust. But I ignore him and start rolling my hips instead, sliding up and down, taking him in.
He growls, and I know he’s holding back. So I keep on going, revelling in how his hands grip harder on my sides.
I vaguely hear someone call out my name, but we ignore them.
I get close to his ear. “Do you want to move?” I whisper, and he simply nods. “What if I said you weren’t allowed?” My hips don’t stop their sultry dance.
“I would still die a happy man.”
“Angel-demon, I think you meant to say.” My hands grip his shoulders to get better traction, and my hips bounce faster.
“Yes,” he replies back, but I have already forgotten what I said.
“Maxilliam,” I say his full name, drawing it out as I clench around his length.
“You don’t call me that!” he growls, then leans in and bites my neck. “You call me Max. The others call me that, but never you.”
I nod and whisper in his ear, “You can move now.”
I could say I’d forgotten how fast he is, but I don’t. In a flash, he’s standing, remaining hard and deep inside me. His hands cup my ass, and he slides a finger into my hole as he bounces me on his cock. I grip on for dear life and feel my orgasm building straight away. Granted, I was already riding and teasing him, but fuck.
He growls as I bury my fingers in his hair and pull. He doesn’t care, not once breaking his rhythm.