Max’s dark eyes burn into mine as he keeps a tight hold on my jaw. Licking my lips, I taste his cum again, and my core contracts with heat and need. My pussy is aching and wet. My whole plan backfired. This was supposed to be about me gaining back a little control, but I’m even more desperate for him than I’ve ever been. I had no idea that sucking his cock would get me this worked up. I assumed it was all about the guy’s pleasure, so why am I this wet between my thighs? I would do anything for this man. If he ordered me to strip naked and crawl to him on my knees, I’d do it in a heartbeat.
He pulls me up by my jaw until I’m standing and our bodies are only inches apart, his eyes never leaving mine.
I pant for breath. His jaw ticks. Time stands still.
“Max?”
“Nobody else, Joey. You understand me? No one ever does that to you but me.”
“You can’t expect me to keep that promise. You’re not even my boyfriend.”
His eyes narrow and anger creases his brow. “You know that I can’t be.”
“Why? Because you’re my brothers’ best friend? You know we’re both adults, right?”
“It’s so much more than that.”
“Fine.” I shrug, trying to hide the pain his words cause me. “So you don’t get to tell me what to do.”
His frown deepens. “Just not like that, okay? You never let anyone be that rough with you.”
I swallow hard. I wish I knew what was going on in his head. How can it be that I know him so well in some ways but not at all in others? “And what if I say no?”
His expression darkens. He slides a hand over my hip and onto my ass, pulling me close until our bodies are flush. Every single nerve ending in my body tingles with nervous excitement as my breathing grows heavier. Then Max undoes the button of my jeans with one quick flex of his fingers. He dips his head, pressing those hot lips against my ear. “Then I’ll never make you come again, baby girl,” he says as he shoves his hand into my panties.
“Holy fuck,” I groan as his fingers find my swollen clit.
He inhales sharply. “So fucking wet from sucking my cock, Joey.”
I press my face against his shirt, breathing him in until he’s everywhere and everything. Max DiMarco owns my goddamn soul. I whimper as his fingers slip a little further, circling my entrance. He dips a fingertip inside me, taunting me as I tremble in his powerful arms.
Warm waves of electric heat pulse through my core as he works his digit deeper, rubbing against a sensitive spot deep inside that I’ve never been able to reach by myself. My legs shake as my pussy grows wetter until the noise of him driving in and out of me is unmistakable. I cling to him, my fingers grasping at his shirt in an attempt to hold on to some semblance of sanity as he drives me almost frantic with the need for more of him.
“Please, Max?”
He dusts his lips over my hair. “Are you my good girl?” he says, teasing me.
“No.” The word ends on a moan as he drives his finger deeper.
“Of course. You’re my little slut, right?”
“Yes,” I pant, and his skilled fingers bring me to the brink of a mind-blowing orgasm.
“I’m gonna teach you how to be a good girl for me, Joey.” He chuckles, and then the bastard pulls his finger out of me, leaving me teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
“Max?” I gasp in protest, but he just looks at me with a wicked grin on his face.
“I told you I wouldn’t make you come in your brothers’ house, baby girl, and I meant it.” Then he sucks his finger clean, kisses my forehead, and walks out of the room.
