“Oh yeah?” he murmurs. “I like finding your good spots.”
“I have lots of good spots. Why are your pants still on? I’m still waiting for the non-gentle fucking I’ve requested. Are you a tease?” When his head pops up, I open my eyes to find him staring at me in disbelief. “What?”
“Since when have I ever been a tease?” he asks incredulously.
“I don’t know. Do you really want me to think of examples right now?”
His eyes narrow. “I think you’re the tease, getting me all riled up by having the best tasting pussy I’ve ever had my tongue inside, and now you’re being all sassy again. Maybe you really do need me to spank the sass right out of you.”
My eyes widen. “I really can’t tell if I want that or not, and that scares me a little bit.”
Max chuckles. “So we’re adding spanking to the ‘let’s revisit this in the future’ category, but not the ‘absolutely not’ category.”
“That sounds about right. But will you please fuck me now? Do I have to beg?”
He smiles wolfishly. “I do love it when you beg.”
I roll my eyes as I slide a hand between our bodies, cupping his incredibly stiff length. “Please, Sunshine. Baby. Snookums. Please fuck me with your giant cock so that I walk bow-legged tomorrow, and everyone will know you’re the reason why —” I’m stopped when Max lets out a tortured groan, slamming our mouths together. His kiss is passionate, desperate, and hot as hell. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it’s incredibly erotic.
When he breaks off the kiss, he pants as he rests his forehead against mine. “That was hot.”
“The kiss, or me talking about walking bow-legged tomorrow?”
Max shakes his head. “The part where everyone would know you’re mine.”
I sharply inhale. “That’s not exactly what I said.”
“It’s what I heard, and it’s what everyone will know.” His gaze is penetrating. Jesus, this Max is intense and ridiculously hot. “Do you get me, Layla? You need to know it too. You’re mine.”
Holy shit.
Insanely hot.
Like I said,this woman makes me irrationally feral.
Did I intend to just stake a claim while she’s wrapped around me in my bed? No.
Am I remorseful for blurting it out?Fuckno.
I’ve never been more sure in my life that this woman is mine.
From the way her pupils blow out with lust, I think Layla enjoys knowing that she’s mine. Her hands find my waist, grabbing the hem of my joggers. “Get these off. Hurry up and fuck me then,Max. If I’m yours, show me.”
God damn.
I fidget around to help her push my pants and boxers down, then settle between her legs again. I’m notched at her opening when a thought occurs to me. “Layla.”
“Hmm?” she murmurs, reaching up to run a hand through my hair. Her nails scrape along my jawline, through my scruff, and I close my eyes momentarily in pure bliss. “Max, focus.”
“Sorry. I can’t think when you scratch me,” I mutter.
Layla smiles. “I’ll have to remember that for when I want something.”
I chuckle. “I said you’re mine.”
“You did.”
“Do you know that you’re mine?”
