Taming Lily (The Fowler Sisters #3)(86)

“I’ve never been with another woman without a condom,” I tell her, because it’s the damn truth.

“I’ve never been with another man without a condom, either.” A shuddery breath escapes her and I swear I see the shimmer of tears in her eyes. “I’ve been with a lot of men, Max. Not as many as the media likes to portray, but I’m no saint.”

I hate thinking of her being with any man, but I’m not an idiot. I can’t expect her to live the life of a saint while waiting for me, for Christ’s sake. That’s completely unbelievable and wrong of me to even consider. Those men aren’t important, though. The only one who matters in her life now is … me. “I’m not a saint either, baby. You know this.”

“I just don’t want you to … judge me. Or think I’m a slut.” She presses her lips together and squeezes her eyes shut, but I see the tears clinging to her thick lashes.

“You’re a woman.” I press my mouth to her forehead in a tender kiss, wishing I could reassure her, make her feel better. Her tears tug at my heart, pierce my made-of-steel soul, and I kiss her temple, her cheek, kiss away the few tears that escaped. “You’ve done things, lived your life. I can’t expect anything less.”

She parts her lips, ready to say something else, but I kiss her, silencing her. I tangle my tongue with hers, drink from her mouth slowly, earning a low, sexy moan that comes from deep in her chest. Christ, I can’t get enough. My cock is insistent, ready to take her, f*ck her hard until we’re both screaming with our release. I’m desperate to take my time, treat her right, give her body all the attention and love it deserves, but I can’t.

I won’t last long, I want her so bad. And I’ll probably be a disappointment to her after the long wait, but the thought of being inside her without a condom … so I can feel everything, every clench and release and burn … oh yeah. I’m ready to move this to the next step.

“I want to f*ck you bare,” I tell her, thrusting my hips against hers, nice and slow. “I want to feel it when you come on my cock.”

“Yes.” She closes her eyes and arches her neck, her breasts brushing my chest. The girl is on fire for me and I’m eager to quench her need. “Please.”

“You want this?” I lift up so I’m on my knees, straddling her hips, and I take my cock in hand, giving it a stroke. Then another.

She opens her eyes to stare at me, her gaze dropping to where I’m touching myself. “Tease me with it,” she demands, her voice low and sexy as f*ck.

I do as she asks, dragging the head of my cock in her drenched folds, back and forth across her clit, driving her wild. Her long, agonized moans only fuel me further and I continue my torment, circling her clit, teasing her flexing entrance, sliding my cock in, just the tip. Driving myself f*cking crazy with wanting her. I’m not going to last much longer if I keep this up.

“More,” she demands, keening when I slip back inside her. “Please, Max. I’m begging you.”

I love it that I’ve made her beg. She needs me. Can’t get enough of me. And that’s exactly what I wanted, what I needed. To see her complete and total submission, but there’s one more thing I want from her.

“Lily.” I reach out, touch her cheek gently with a soft drift of my fingers. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You. Only you.”

“Is this my *?” I tease her again, slipping inside her one inch at a time, then withdrawing just as slowly, the pace torturous both to her and to me.

“Yes.” She wraps her legs around my hips, anchoring herself and sending me farther. “Is this my cock?” She reaches for my dick, her fingers skimming my length, teasing at her * and making me shiver.

“Fuck yes, baby. All yours. Just like you’re all mine,” I tell her just before I sink deep, all the way inside her body until my balls brush against her ass and it feels like I’m touching the very deepest part of her.

I f*ck her mindlessly, my sole focus on giving her the desperately needed orgasm she’s craved since we ended up in my bedroom. She claws at my back, her legs clamped tight around my hips, her mouth hanging open and pressing against my neck. I feel her hot breath, her damp lips, her tongue and teeth sinking into my skin. She’s as caught up as I am, lost to the sensation of our connected bodies, my cock sinking into her depths, striving toward my orgasm and hers.

Reaching between us, I stroke her clit, circling it, and she gasps, the clench of her * at my touch making my vision go hazy. I don’t want to come. Not yet. I need to make sure she comes first. My girl is desperate to get off and I don’t want to disappoint.

“Max.” She whispers my name against my neck, sending shivers all over my skin. “I’m so close.”

“Me too, baby,” I tell her as I increase my pace. She’s so wet it’s easy to sink deep and I pump inside her with long, even strokes. Heat rushes over me, making me falter, and my mind goes blank. I’m close. So damn close and I shut my eyes tight, my hips pumping, my cock full of come and ready to explode …

“Can I …” A strangled sob escapes her when I press my thumb against her clit. “Can I come, Max? Will you let me?”

I go completely still, lifting my torso away from her so I can stare down at her face. She’s asking for permission. Hell, I forgot I told her she couldn’t come unless I said so.