Then his hot, demanding mouth descends on me. His tongue presses between my lips before his teeth graze over my sensitive flesh in a way that’s punishment and ecstasy mingled so thoroughly, I can’t separate them. My hips buck as his tongue delves deeper into my pussy.
I try to open my legs to escape the intensity, but his hands clutch my thighs, holding them still and forcing me to take everything he gives. His tongue inside me, stubble dragging along my thighs, and occasionally his teeth on my clit.
His relentless assault circulates shockwaves through me.
The orgasm builds fast. Too fast. My thighs start to tremble. Propped up the way I am, I can barely breathe as my body convulses with the sharp euphoria.
I’m going to shatter. He’s going to win this round, and I don’t even care. Nothing matters other than the white-hot bliss consuming me from the inside out.
He sucks, then gently bites down. I scream, my hands fisting in his hair as I come so hard that I see stars, riding his face while the waves crash over me.
As it fades, I’m gasping and defenseless.
Aftershocks ripple through me, leaving me trembling. Before the surges of bliss stop crashing through me, Max resumes.
Using my legs, he flips me onto my stomach, pressing my face into sheets that smell like us. Sweat, sex, and an unmistakable musk that reminds me of his skin.
I’m still catching my breath when his hands clamp onto my hips. His fingers dig in and he yanks me upward, turning me on even more. His knee comes forward, spreading my legs, positioning me the way he wants.
Ass up and face down, vulnerable in a way that should terrify me but instead unleashes fresh heat between my legs.
I love how he handles me, how he knows just what I can take. How he pushes my limits in a way no one ever has.
My body begs for something to touch me and fill the emptiness that’s settled in my pussy at the loss of his mouth. Fabric rustles as he shoves his pants down. The blunt head of his cock rests against me.
Just like his fingers, his dick pushes inside me with a single thrust that draws a cry from my throat. The sound is muffled by the mattress and the sheets I’m gripping with white-knuckled hands, by the roaring in my ears as he fills me completely.
It burns with little pinches and stretches. I’m still tight, still new to sex, but the discomfort just sharpens the pleasure.
He doesn’t wait for me to adjust. Just pulls back and drives in, right where I need it.
Again.
And again.
With each thrust, he sets a punishing pace that jolts me forward. My breath hitches, and my nerves light up like he’s sparked a live wire inside me. The headboard slams against the wall forceful enough to rebound.
This isn’t gentle or sweet. Isn’t safe or cautious. Nothing like what he did on the couch. This is fucking. Raw and primitive and exactly what we both need.
To take our bodies to their limits and shut our minds off. To stop making decisions or thinking about Roman or the Kozlovs or the necklace.
I push up in an attempt to get my arms under me so I can gain leverage, even if all I manage is the ability to meet his thrusts.
He responds immediately. His hands shoot out, grabbing my elbows. I fall onto my face, and the incoming thrust hits even harder, drawing a tormented cry of pleasure from my lips.
My breasts crush against the sheets, the friction against my nipples another layer of sensation. With the different anglehitting that spot deep inside me, white light explodes behind my eyes. My toes curl, and I clench around him.
Even as he manipulates my arms behind me, twisting and folding them over the small of my back, Max never loses his pace. He pins them there with an inescapable iron grip.
This new position leaves my face buried, though I tilted my head to the side so I can breathe. My arms are immobilized, one big hand holding each elbow so I can’t inch away.
I don’t want to inch away. I want to lie right here and take whatever he offers, drown in this euphoria and the feel of him in me, on me. I never want to give this up.
He pounds away at my pussy, shaking my brain, dizzying my thoughts in all the best ways. I peek up at him. His chest heaves, and his jaw’s tight with focus, his eyes burning as they meet mine. A lock of hair falls across his rugged face.
I struggle against his embrace, not seriously fighting, but testing his strength. I’m completely at his mercy, and Mad Max is known for having none.
Right now, that’s exactly what I need.
