Baddest Bad Boys(81)

His hand closed over her right breast. She arched into his palm, eager for his touch. His fingers toyed with her nipple, delicately at first. Then he rolled the erect tip between his thumb and forefinger. Her nipple tightened almost painfully in response.

He bent his head and licked the aching peak, teased it with his tongue. Then he caught the tip, lightly grazing her skin with his teeth, tormenting her. She whimpered at the sensation.

He transferred his attention to her other breast, treating it to those same hot kisses, before pulling her nipple fully into his mouth and sucking. Heat arced on invisible lines within her as Max took his time and drove her wild with his mouth.

She tried to speak, but no words came. Only a moan, a hiss. His mouth was doing sinfully exquisite things, his touch like fire. It felt marvelous, made her crazy for more.

As if sensing her need, he caught one nubin between his teeth, tugging on the swollen, sensitive tip. She protested when he stopped, then pleaded when he changed sides. She eased her hands down his chest, thrilling to the play of his sculpted muscles. She toyed with his nipples, then explored lower. At his hips, she drew her fingers forward and encased his sleek, pulsing penis in her grip. The skin felt hot, taut like it might burst. She measured the length of him with her hands, wondering how he’d fit.

“Squeeze harder, El,” he encouraged. “Use your fist.”

She closed her fingers and pumped him, felt him move with her, rubbing and pressing himself fully against her hand. “I want you, I want this inside me, Max,” she whispered. “Please.”

His response was immediate. Once again he caught her lips in a fierce kiss as he levered his body up and moved over hers. He pressed between her knees, opening her. Dominating her. He paused, holding himself still above her as his eyes skimmed down her length. “I forgot how perfect you are.”

Her gaze followed his. She looked down between their bodies, taking in her breasts, his pecs. She could see his penis protruding from the dark hair between his legs. Moisture leaked out from the tip, the head swollen and red, like an overripe plum.

She licked her bottom lip, wondering briefly what that plum would taste like. That thought disappeared as Max lowered himself, bringing his erection directly against her wet, sensitive center. Reason melted away, leaving only feeling and sensation in its wake. He moved his hips, stroking the full length of his shaft against her mound.

She felt fevered, rushed. She shuddered as he settled the fat head of his erection at her opening. Rolling her hips eased the ache in a small way, but she knew only one thing would make it better. She raked his sides with her nails, wanting him to hurry.

Max had other ideas. He caught her mouth in a bruising onslaught. Then he captured her hands and stretched them over her head. He was in control.

The increased pressure this position put on their joined hips made her tremble. “This is making me crazy.”

“You mean this?” He dipped his mouth to tease the tips of her breasts again. He licked them, then blew a hot breath across her wet skin. Her nerve endings felt as if they’d been jolted by electricity.

“Or did you mean this?” He swiveled his hips, grinding his erection against her clitoris.

She bucked beneath him, wanting to get closer, wanting him to move faster, harder. Nothing was enough.

“I want it all.” She arched backwards, offering herself wholly. The tension inside her escalated. It had been too long since she felt anything like this.

His mouth skimmed down her body. He released her hands and her greedy fingers entwined in his hair, cradling his head as he plundered her neck, her breasts.

His fingers stroked down her side, to her hip, then lower, seeking the heat between her thighs. He pressed a finger up inside of her. “You’re wet.”

“For you,” she whispered.

“The magic words.” He levered himself up and stared down at her. “You’re beautiful, Ellie.”

His swollen cock nudged against her labia, parting her. She welcomed him, feeling impatient and shaky at the same time. She bit her lip, concentrating on the marvel of what he made her feel. He pressed into her. His penis felt massive.

He withdrew slightly. “Damn, you’re tight.”

She panicked. “Don’t stop.” She clutched at his shoulders. “Please don’t stop.”

“I couldn’t if I tried. Let’s try this.” He moved his legs, changing positions slightly before pushing into her again. “Raise your knees. Wrap one leg around my waist.”

She did as he asked and felt him slowly sink in. For a moment, she felt overwhelmed with sensation; there was too much heat, too much mass.

Max lowered his mouth, spreading kisses lightly across her face. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he encouraged. “Let me in, El.”

That’s when she felt it. Him entering her. Inch by inch by inch. The pressure grew irresistible. She felt lost, out of control.

“Look at me, Ellie,” he commanded. “Tell me what you want.”

She met his gaze. “I want more, Max.”

“Hold on, then.”

He began thrusting deeply, eyes still fastened on hers. The tempo changed, increased. She blinked, unable to take the intensity of his look as his movements fanned her desire. She strained to meet him thrust for thrust, wanting him closer.

“You got it.” He punctuated words with his body. “You’ve. Got. What. I. Need.”