She, the Kingdom (She #1)(55)
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “Tell me what to do. Tell me how to help you.”
“Is this?” he choked out, his gaze falling to my mouth. I could feel his faltering breath against my cheek. “Is this bullshit?” He skimmed his thumb over my lips, and I shook my head. His mouth covered mine, and his tongue slid deep inside, claiming me.
Max tugged at the belt of my robe, and when it released, the terry cloth separated, exposing my naked body. He reached back, yanked off his T-shirt, and tossed it to the floor. I ran my fingers down the curves and valleys of his chest and abdomen, and then covered his growing cock with my hand, feeling it stiffen beneath my touch. He let out the slightest hum, and I flattened my palm against the skin just beneath his navel, moving downward against his tight stomach until my hand sunk beneath, firmly gripping his girth.
He cupped the back of my neck, pulled me toward him, tasting my neck before taking the tender skin of my earlobe gently between his teeth. He clamped down a tiny bit tighter, and I stroked him under his shorts, a low groan escaping from his throat.
The house was quiet except for the hum of the AC unit and the crickets outside my bedroom window. The sound of my hand on his shaft turned into a sensual rhythm, and Max’s mouth grew more impatient with every tug of my hand. I dropped to my knees, gripping his waistband and pulling his shorts to his ankles.
Kneeling in front of him, I pulled gently on his shaft, taking a moment to appreciate the beauty of his erection before taking a quick lick of the tip of his head.
Max’s entire posture changed while he both tensed and relaxed, stood up straight, and leaned forward, begging me to take his length into my mouth while fully enjoying the wait. My tongue traced a line from his perineum, over his sack, to the tender spot just beneath his head, and he moaned, touching his hand to the back of my head. I took him into my mouth, sinking until my lips enveloped the base of his shaft, and then pulled back, offering just enough suction to make him tense.
“Morgan, Jesus Christ,” he said, putting a tiny bit of pressure on the back of my wet hair with his fingertips.
My fingers relished in the wetness left behind by my mouth, helping my hand to glide over his skin. He pushed his pelvis forward while guiding me with his hand on my head, and I happily relaxed my throat to let him ease in further. He seemed pleasantly surprised by my talent, and soon he was testing just how far he could go. I gagged on his length, and he groaned, moving faster before abruptly stopping and pulling away.
“No,” he commanded, yanking me from my knees to stand in front of him. He wiped my mouth, and then pushed my back against the wall, reaching down to hook my knee at his hip with one hand, and to guide his wet dick in with this other.
I grabbed his ass in my hand, feeling it tense as he pressed his head inside of me, and then the rest of him. I leaned back against the wall, looking up while Max devoured my neck, crying out with each thrust. The frames on the wall vibrated as he pounded against me, the AC unit outside now drowned out by my satisfied moans.
Before long, Max became impatient with the angle, and turned me away from him, licking his fingers before reaching around, finding my clit without skipping a beat. He buried himself inside of me again, and I pressed my cheek against the wall, already nearly spent. My wet hair fell in my face, whipping back and forth while Max rammed me mercilessly from behind.
While all his other movements were unyielding, his fingers were soft against my pink skin, making small circles as his rigid cock penetrated me, and I felt a familiar tension build in my lower abdomen.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered, overwhelmed with how my body responded to him. “I’m… I’m going to come!”
Max’s fingers left the apex of my thighs, and then they were in my mouth. I sucked my essence from his fingers, sending us both over the edge. Max’s teeth sunk into my shoulder as he growled, climaxing just as I did, burying his face in the crook of my neck as he gripped my hip with one trembling hand and dug his fingers into my skin. My body twitched uncontrollably as we both cried out, relishing the last few thrusts before Max held me against the wall with his body.
I was sandwiched between him and the wall, listening to him try to catch his breath in my ear. He took in a deep breath through his nose, smelling my hair, grazing my cheek with his as he weighed the consequences.
“I think,” he said, hesitating. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
I reached back, pulling his mouth to mine. He slid out of me and turned me to face him, kissing me softly before lifting me in his arms and carrying me to the bed.
Chapter Sixteen
Max jerked awake and paused for a moment, his eyes blinking while he processed whose bed he was in. He mumbled a curse word, and then sat up with his back to me, his bare feet on the floor.
“Good morning,” I said, rubbing my eyes.
“Morning, Morgan. I, uh…” He turned to face me, seeming embarrassed. “I don’t know what to say. I feel like I should apologize, but I can’t say that I’m sorry… because I’m not.”
“You don’t have to apologize,” I said, my voice quiet.
He stood, gathering his clothes. He took his time putting on each article of clothing, and then stood in the door way, glancing at his watch. “Thank you for another full night’s rest.”
“Max.”
He closed his eyes. “I know you’re probably upset. If you’d just take some time to think it over. I realize I’ve muddied the waters, and this, at the very least, drastically complicates things.”