Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 130255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Oh, fuck.
It felt good.
Too good.
I dropped back and threw one arm over my eyes, reaching the other out for the edge of the table to grip. A deep sound came from Max that sounded something like a throaty chuckle, but before I could ask him what the fuck he was laughing at, he fucked me.
Slowly at first, almost tentative, until he yanked me down so my bum was hanging over the edge of the table. As if that had pulled a trigger, he picked up the pace, digging his fingers into my hips, holding me exactly where he wanted me.
He fluctuated between hard, desperate thrusts and slower, more controlled ones that were just as deep as the other, and the difference between the two had heat prickling all over my skin and almost incoherent moans of pleasure escaping my lips.
The man could fuck.
He played me like a fiddle, teasing me with rougher, harder sex before pulling back to a pace that wasn’t quite gentle lovemaking but slow enough that it was painfully teasing.
“Max,” I breathed. “Please.”
He leant over me, covering my body with his, and kissed me in such a way that he caught my lower lip between his teeth. “I could get used to you begging.”
“Don’t,” I whispered against his lips. “It won’t happen again.”
He laughed quietly, then pushed himself up and buried himself as deeply inside me as he could. I gasped, trying not to moan in delight when he rocked with me, hitting that sweet spot that was probably confused about what was happening to it because that had never happened before.
I know.
I was a fucking cliché.
“Max!”
“You want to come?” he asked, flattening his hands on the table, looming over me like a sexual god. “Now?”
I gripped his forearm and nodded. “Please.”
He lowered his upper body until I could feel his breath fluttering my hair against the table. “Go on then,” he whispered into the curve of my neck, bringing one hand up my body cradle the back of it. “Come all over my cock, Ellie, just like you really want to.”
I did. I wanted to.
He held onto the back of my neck, lifting my head slightly, and didn’t just fuck me. He fucked me. He fucked me so emphatically I physically moved against the surface of the table, and I was pretty sure I heard the table legs squeak as it slid across the tiled floor a little.
Unbothered, Max moved with it, and there was nothing but the roaring of my pulse in my ears and the frantic beating of my heart as I did just as I was told.
I came.
The orgasm was intense, a whole-body experience that made all my muscles clench and my back arch and my breath catch. My fingernails dug into both the table and Max’s arm, and he grunted and groaned as my lower body muscles tightened like mad, almost holding him in place inside me.
It didn’t matter.
Through the rushing of my blood in my ears, I heard his low, guttural grunt, that accompanied by him holding his cock deep inside me told me I wasn’t the only one who’d come hard.
I loosened my grip on Max as he sagged down, holding himself up by planting his palms either side of my waist. We stayed like that for a moment, both of us breathing heavily, neither of us moving until my legs finally gave out.
Max pulled out of me, still using one arm to hold him up. “Fuck,” he breathed, dropping his chin to his chest. His hair tickled my breasts, and I pushed his head away while giggling at the sensation.
“I think we can consider that business finished,” I said, throwing my arm over my eyes again as I attempted to catch my breath.
“Oh, no.” Max lowered his face to mine and pressed a hard kiss to my lips. “After that? It’s not finished, Ellie. Not at all.”
I wasn’t sure I could argue with that…
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
MAX
A New Best Friend
“Good morning, you hussy,” Grandma said, sliding a fried egg on top of a slice of toast.
Fred paused in the doorway and turned to look at us. He was in yesterday night’s clothes and looked more than a little bit dishevelled. “Good morning.”
I smiled into my cup of tea.
“Sit.” Grandma pointed at a stool in front of the island.
“I really need a shower,” he replied.
She pushed the plate in his direction. “I made you breakfast. You will eat it.”
Fred dipped his head. “Yes, ma’am.” He shuffled over to the island and sat down, accepting the cutlery she handed him.
“And you can stop smiling,” Grandma said, looking at me. “Don’t think I didn’t see you slinking in here after midnight when I was coming home.”
I sipped my tea. “It’s my house.”
“Where were you? Last I was told, you’d left with a woman. I was almost excited until I remembered you’re an emotionless prat.”