Page 44 of Joey

“I don’t think St. Christopher needs to be a part of any of this,” he says with a wicked grin. “And I don’t want to damage it. I’m not going to be gentle.”

Holy mother of fuzzy ducks!

Placing the pendant on the nightstand, he winks at me before he kneels on the floor and wordlessly pulls off my socks and sneakers, then works his way up and unbuttons my jeans, sliding them over my hips and down my legs. I suck in a stuttered breath. Obviously he’s fucked me before, but he told me he didn’t even get halfway inside. And now we’re here and Max is looking at me like a starving animal looks at its prey. He leans over me, running his nose over the damp fabric of my panties. “Fuck, Joey,” he groans.

“I-I’m nervous,” I admit on a whisper.

“I know, baby girl,” he says with a wicked smile. He tugs my panties aside and runs the tip of his finger through my dripping folds. “But I’m going to make sure you’re ready before I fuck you.”

“Oh, god,” I whimper as tremors ripple through my body.

“And I’m gonna need you soaking wet for the way I like to fuck.” His tone is deep and soothing, and it melts into my bones. Maximo DiMarco is going to ruin me for all other men. He’s barely touched me and I’m on the verge of falling apart. My entire body comes alive with spine-tingling anticipation.

“So, how about we get you naked.” He peels my panties down my legs and grips them in his hand. Holding them to his face, he inhales, and my cheeks burn at the sight. Max DiMarco is a sinful sex god. And, for tonight at least, he’s mine. “Your smell is fucking addictive. I’m hard as fucking stone, and I haven’t even tasted your sweet pussy yet.”

“Max,” I groan. His dirty mouth is so hot.

He throws my panties onto the floor and pulls me up, taking off my tank top and bra in two swift moves before pushing me back down. Then he just stares at me for the longest time, his eyes raking over my body as a low growl rumbles in his chest.

“Max?” I whisper.

“Just memorizing every single inch of you, Joey. You’re fucking perfect.”

My skin flushes with heat at his praise. I’m such a sucker for him and he knows it. He bends his head and runs his hands up the inside of my thighs, pressing my legs flat to the bed as he trails hungry kisses over my skin—all the way from my knees to my center. He rubs his nose over my clit, and my back arches off the bed. “Fuck, Max.”

“Oh, baby girl,” he groans. “You’re so fucking desperate for me. Your pussy is dripping onto my sheets.”

“I’m sorry.”

He playfully nips at my thigh. “It wasn’t a complaint. I’m gonna paint this whole fucking room in your cum tonight.”

Holy fuck!

He pushes my thighs down further until I’m pinned to the mattress and then licks from my pussy entrance all the way up to my clit, grunting like an animal when he does. His hot, delicious tongue swirls over the hypersensitive bundle of nerves, and my eyes roll in my head. I damn near pass out. Why the hell didn’t anyone tell me sex was this good?

“Oh, fuck, Joey. You’re so damn sweet, baby. Your cunt is fucking delicious.”

Tangling my hands in his thick hair, I pull his head back. I’m so sensitive and on edge that I squirm beneath him, but he holds fast, licking and nibbling on my clit and causing flickers of starlight to dance behind my eyelids.

I cry out, but he’s undeterred as he sucks hard and brings me to such an insanely intense orgasm, I feel like I might cry. I pant for breath as heat and pleasure fight for control of my body.

“Good girl,” he soothes as he gives me a brief reprieve, peppering kisses over my thighs. “But we’re gonna go again, okay?”

“No. I can’t. It’s too much.”

He laughs at my feeble protest. “You can, baby. Your body is just getting used to something new.” And to prove his point, his mouth returns to my pussy again, lapping at my opening as his tongue and lips move expertly over my flesh. “I could eat you for fucking hours,” he whispers, and the vibration against my sensitive flesh makes me shudder. He’s going to kill me with orgasms.

Then, when I finally get used to the feeling of his mouth on me and the sensitivity gives way to warm waves of pleasure, he slides a thick finger deep inside me and I scream his name so loudly I swear the walls shake.

“Fuck,” he grunts, pushing his finger deeper and curling the tip until he rubs against that spot inside me he seems to find so easily. “Come again for me, baby girl.”

Come for him? I couldn’tnotcome, even if my life depended on it. A second orgasm barrels into me like a freight train, knocking all the breath from my body. Shuddering uncontrollably, I gasp for air. Max is there the whole time, stroking my neck and whispering in my ear. “Breathe, Joey.”

I nod, sucking in deep lungfuls of air.

“You hold your breath when you come, did you know that?” he says, frowning.

I shake my head. “Is that bad?”