Max leaned her back slightly and leaned forward to capture one nipple. He rolled the tight peak between his lips before pulling it firmly into his mouth. When he thrashed the tip of his tongue across his beaded captive, she arched her back, pushing herself toward him.
The view was spectacular. Max clamped down on his self-control to keep from reversing their positions immediately to strip the last of their clothes away. He left a trail of kisses as he switched to her other plump mound and repeated his treatment as she moved against him. She enchanted him with her lack of self-consciousness. Saylor didn’t flaunt herself, but she focused on bringing them both pleasure instead.
How had anyone let her get away?
She swept her hands over his body, touching and tantalizing his chest and shoulders. Max hadn’t ever considered himself as sensitive, but the sensation of her fingers caressing his skin drove his crazy. He wanted more.
Saylor pushed herself away from him, forcing Max to release her nipple with a pop. He stared at her, hoping with every fiber of his being that she hadn’t changed her mind. She scooted her hips back and stared down the length of his torso. As if she couldn’t stop herself, Saylor lightly brushed the already fading bruising on his abdomen.
“Are you okay?”
“That isn’t what aches now, little girl.”
Her gaze fixed on the bulge in his briefs. Max felt his shaft jerk under Saylor’s scrutiny.
“Saylor…”
Before he could add more, she trailed her fingers down the midline of his body to the elastic waistband. Dipping under the stretchy material, she smiled as she brushed his cock. She traced a ring around the sensitive head as Max held his breath. She wasn’t stopping him. Thank God!
“Daddy, off!” she demanded, lifting her gaze to beseech him.
“My pleasure, little girl. Let me help you first.” Max pressed her backward and shifted to her side. Lifting her hips, Max stripped off her panties and tossed them off the bed.
Her bare mound tested his restraint again. She would kill him with these surprises. But what a death. His breath froze in his lungs as she stroked a hand down her torso and toward her pussy.
Max wrapped his fingers around hers, stopping her exploration. “Daddy will watch you play later—when you have permission.”
“Permission?” she asked, lifting her gaze to challenge him.
“Yes, little girl. From now on, this pussy belongs to me. Your pleasure is mine.”
Her brown eyes darkened at his dominance. Max took advantage of her pause as she seemed to struggle for a way to respond. He hooked his thumbs under her knees and pressed her legs up and to the sides, exposing her pussy completely to his gaze. Max licked his lips and leaned forward to swirl his tongue around her innie belly button.
Saylor groaned and lifted her hips, silently requesting his attention lower. Of course, he couldn’t disappoint his little girl. Max drew his tongue down the centerline of her body to the top of her cleft. Pausing there for a moment, Max tasted her. Her sweet essence coated his tongue and spread through his mind.
“Mmm,” Max hummed against her skin.
She tensed and lifted her hips toward him. “More!”
Max, of course, allowed himself to be convinced to enjoy her flavor further. He settled between her spread thighs and slid his tongue through her pink folds. Listening carefully to her sounds and breathing, he explored her beautiful pussy, savoring her.
He lifted his head and warned, “Don’t move. I want you displayed for my pleasure, little girl.” Then, lifting one hand from where he held her leg, Max brushed his fingertips across her inner thigh. Synchronizing his sampling with touch, he traced her inner lips and slid two fingers into her hot, tight channel, drawing a groan from both of them.
Reciting the team’s private communication code to control his urge to bury himself inside her, Max circled her clit with his tongue. When she froze as if trying not to disturb his target, he sucked the small button of nerves, increasing the pressure until her body shook. He curved his fingers inside her and rubbed the inner walls.
“Ahhh!” Saylor climaxed with a shudder. Her body clamped around his fingers. Max couldn’t wait to enter her.
He pushed himself off the bed and guided the taut material over his raging shaft as Saylor levered herself up on her elbows to watch. Her eyes searched his body, wandering down his chest to widen at the site of his shaft. He almost lost it when she licked her lips, unaware of how that affected him until he groaned.
Her gaze rose to mesh with his, and Saylor lifted a hand to draw him back to her. Max crawled back on the bed on his hands and knees, caging the gorgeous woman under him. The thought of protection flashed through his brain, and he lunged for the drawer in the nightstand.
“You’re making me crazy, Saylor. I almost forgot. I’m safe, baby, but I’ll always protect you.” He quickly ripped open the small packet and rolled the rubber over his cock.
“Thank you. I’m not on anything. It’s been a long time, but I got myself tested after my last boyfriend.”
Max pushed away the thought of anyone having possessed her in the past. He’d never understood the caveman-like tendencies of other men. Now with Saylor, he did.
As he placed himself at her opening, all miscellaneous thoughts vanished from his brain. He could only concentrate on the beautiful woman displayed before him and her heat. Pressing himself into her, Max gritted his teeth as her tight channel gripped him. He forced himself to go slow, feeling her body stretch slowly as he slid inside.
