It's a Fugly Life (Fugly #2)(27)

“Take off your clothes and get on the bed,” he demanded in a slow deep voice. “That is why you’re really here, isn’t it, Lily? Because you wanted to feel my cock inside you one final time.” He wasn’t joking around, and my body knew it. Every inch of me sparked with adrenaline—heart pounding, skin tingling, and my nipples tightening. His rough words had struck a nerve. An erotic one.

“Answer me, Lily,” he said, his voice stern.

Had I flown all this way because I needed to be with him one last time? I didn’t know, but I couldn’t lie. I wanted him. My body craved everything I knew Max could make me feel—love, utter despair, need, ecstasy, and loss… I would lose myself the moment he touched me. And I wanted to.

“Have you been with anyone else?” I knew it was unfair to ask, but I wanted to know.

“What the hell do you think?”

That was a no and possibly his way of pointing out he hadn’t given up on us. I had.

In reply to his question, I stripped off my shirt, pants, and undergarments while he watched in silence. It felt oddly arousing to undress for him, but my body had always pleased him. He liked looking at me, and I liked him looking.

My knees unsteady, I walked over and stood in front of him, naked, my chest heaving with anxious breaths.

He gripped my hips with his large hands and pulled me to his mouth, placing a kiss on my stomach.

I gasped quietly. He felt better than I remembered, righter than I remembered.

With one smooth motion, he pulled me down on top of him and rolled me onto my back, diagonally across his king-sized bed. He quickly settled his warm body between my legs, using his muscular thighs to spread my legs wide for him. The weight of him and the warmth of his smooth bare chest pressing against my hard sensitive nipples sparked little contractions deep inside my core. I ached to feel him enter me and release that tension.

He tipped his body to the side, slid his shorts down past his firm ass, and freed his cock before grabbing my hands and sliding them over my head. The length of his hard shaft pressed into the wet and ready valley between my legs, but he held back what I really wanted.

He kissed me forcefully, but his lips were warm and sweet and could possibly be the last thing I’d ever want touching mine. He kissed the sides of my mouth, my chin, my forehead, and nose. I felt a drop of wetness trickle down the side of my cheek, and it took a moment to realize it wasn’t my nervous sweat or emotional tears. It was him.

In a million years, I couldn’t imagine that a man’s tears could touch me or make me love him so deeply—they were always seen as a sign of weakness. But this man. This man. So strong and confident, not giving a shit about showing how he felt, it stripped me down to nothing. Bare. Vulnerable. Cherished.

I poured myself into our kiss and ground my hips against his erection, letting his length slide between my slick folds. He let out a soft groan and rocked himself into me, increasing the friction over my pulsing c-spot.

Oh, God. I felt like I was going to come already. Nobody could turn me on like Maxwell Cole because no man knew me better than him.

Panting hard, I threaded my fingers with his and raised my hips again. I needed him so badly, I wanted to scream.

He released one hand and slid it between our bodies, grabbing his cock and placing the head at my entrance. He made teasing little circles, mixing my wetness with his.

“Please. Please,” I panted, unable to stand it.

Instead of ending the torture, he positioned the head of his shaft just so, allowing me to feel him there, but not giving me more.

He deepened his kiss and once again pinned my hands above my head. I felt so lost in him, in my need for him, and he knew it. He wanted to show me what I was trying to say goodbye to. He wanted to show me that he, too, had power in this relationship and that his might be stronger.

“Please,” I gasped.

“Is this what you want?” He flexed his hips, pushing only a centimeter into me before pulling out again.

“Yes.” I panted.

“You really think you can walk away from me, from us.” Torturously, he pushed the tip inside again, making me lose my mind. “Say it, Lily. Say goodbye now.” This time, he went an inch deeper, enough to give me a taste of the fullness and pressure only his dick could deliver.

“No. I can’t. Please just—”

“That’s right, Lily. You can’t, because you know how good I feel inside you.” He thrust hard with one fluid motion, drawing a sharp gasp from my mouth.

Every inch of my body lit up and pulsed with sensual tension.

My fingers flexed into his palm while he pulled out and thrust into me again, pushing all the way.

“Fuck, Lily. I missed you.” He pumped again, and I threw my head to the side. How was it possible that the sheer act of his hard shaft being inside my body made me feel like this? Like I could reach every star in the sky. Like I wasn’t me anymore, but merely a body he owned. A body he commanded and knew how to torment so deliciously.

I slid my hands from his and moved them to the sides of his face, never wanting to stop or let go of this moment.

Max pumped harder, and I rocked my hips against him, wishing somehow he could get deeper. Not possible. He already touched everything that made me who I was.

Max lifted his torso and pillared his arms to the sides of my head while pistoning his thick cock into me. “Look at me, Lily.”