Colters' Daughter (Colters' Legacy #3)(40)

He made a circling motion with his hand and she turned until her back was to him. Then he gripped her waist and guided her back toward his straining cock.

“Lean forward.”

As she did his bidding, his hands left her waist and smoothed over her back, up her spine to her hair. Then he slowly worked back down, over her ass and to the slit in the crotch of her underwear.

His finger eased inside her and her knees buckled. She would have pitched forward but he caught her with one hand. The head of his penis brushed through the underwear but instead of finding her entrance, it brushed over her clit.

He rubbed back and forth from her quivering bud to her entrance and then back until she was slick and wet and so very ready to have him back inside her.

She tried to take matters into her hands by pushing back when he rubbed around her opening. His response was to smack her loudly on the ass.

She jumped, more startled than pained. All too soon the burn turned to a low hum of pleasure that worked over her behind and had her squirming for more.

“Sit back now.”

Eager to do his bidding, she sat and closed her eyes as his length slid easily into her pu**y.

“Now work it. Fuck me. But watch yourself in the mirror as you do.”

She gasped. She’d forgotten about the triple mirror just in front of her. Now that her gaze lifted and focused on her reflection, she was transfixed by the naughty vixen staring back at her.

Her br**sts spilled from the dainty bra. Her legs were spread and she could see the mesh of flesh where she and Max were joined.

Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes gleamed. Her hair… Her hair was tousled and mussed, her lips swollen. She looked like a woman well loved.

She pulled forward just enough that his c**k slid back almost out of her pu**y. Mesmerized by the picture they presented, she slammed back, moaning at the instant sense of fullness.

“Cup your br**sts. Roll your ni**les and let me watch you in the mirror.”

She straightened enough that he had a good view and then reached into the cups of her bra and lifted until her br**sts came free.

He wrapped his hands back around her hips and took over directing her movements while she pinched and rolled her ni**les between her thumb and fingers.

“You look beautiful. Wild and wanton. My sweet vixen.”

She stared back at herself, saw Max watching around her shoulder as he pulled her down on him over and over. She felt beautiful. And as he’d said, wanton. Wild. Bold.

“Keep touching yourself. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Raw need rolled over her. Hot and edgy. Her skin prickled. Her orgasm bloomed, swelling until she fidgeted restlessly in his grasp.

Her br**sts, so much more sensitive now, felt heavy in her palms. Each brush of her fingers across her ni**les sent shard after shard of ecstasy streaking through her abdomen and lower until she convulsed hotly around his cock.

“Use your fingers on your clit. Come when I come, dolcezza.”

Leaving one of her br**sts, she sucked her finger into her mouth until it was damp. Then she slowly trailed it down her midline, over her belly and underneath the lace of her panties until she delved into her folds to find her swollen, super-sensitized clit.

As soon as she rolled her finger over the tiny nub of flesh, her entire body clenched painfully. He thrust harder, his grip tightening at her hips.

She tried to call back the moan that welled in her throat but it came out in a low, husky hum.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me. I’m so close.”

He was so tight inside her, so swollen and rigid that it became harder for him to thrust. Each movement sent her spiraling ever nearer to release.

She gasped when he withdrew and plunged—hard—sending him to greater depths. There was an edgy mixture of pain and mind-bending pleasure that left her insides clawing to be set free.

And then she simply catapulted forward. The excruciating tension broke, sending her into a million tiny pieces. A rainbow of color flashed in her vision and her reflected image blurred as he pumped harder and harder into her.

With a growl he slammed her back onto his lap and held onto her so fiercely that his fingers left impressions in her skin. He flooded hot and hard into her clenching womb. She fell back into him, suddenly exhausted and limp.

Max collected her into his arms, her back pressed to his chest. He turned her face toward him and nuzzled her cheek as he whispered over and over that he loved her.

Drowsily she opened her eyes to see herself in the mirror. Sprawled indelicately across Max’s lap, his c**k trapped between her legs. She was wet and sticky, and she glanced ruefully down at the very expensive panties they’d just ruined.

“Guess you’ll be buying these for sure.”

He chuckled and nibbled affectionately at her shoulder. “These and a dozen others.”

She tried to stand but teetered on the ridiculous heels she’d slipped on. Her legs were as shaky as a newborn colt’s.

Max caught her before she could pitch forward and then he rose.

“Get cleaned up and changed. I’ll take care of getting your clothing together. Oh, and wear one of those pairs of underwear out of the store with the red skirt we chose and the silk top.”

“I’m going to freeze!” she protested.

The corner of his mouth lifted into a smile. “I’ll keep you warm, dolcezza.”

Chapter Nineteen