Page 45 of Joey

“No, but tonight, I say when you get to breathe. You got that?”

I sink my teeth into my lower lip and nod, still coming down from the epic high he gave me.

“Good. Now turn over,” he orders.

I arch an eyebrow at him. Is he finally going to fuck me? Please god!

“Now.”

“You’re so demanding,” I say with a sigh, but I flip onto my stomach and wiggle my ass in his face. He responds by slapping it hard, and I groan.

“Oh, my naughty brat likes a spanking, huh?” He smacks me again, and wetness drips from my pussy. I bite down on the pillow to stop another horny moan from escaping.

Max pushes my thighs apart and kneels between them. Then he grabs my hips and pulls me up until I’m on all fours. “Come here.”

“Are you going to fuck me now?”

He pushes a finger inside me, and my back bows as white-hot pleasure sears my core. Then he adds a second and I moan at the burn of him stretching me wider. “Not yet, baby girl.”

I drop my head onto the pillow and pout.

“I haven’t finished eating yet.” He trails kisses over my ass cheeks, soothing the sting of where he just spanked me. And then his mouth is on my ass, his tongue flicking over the seam as he moves lower until he’s feasting on my pussy again. This time all the attention is on my entrance as he slides his tongue inside me.

“M-Max.” My body latches onto the flickering embers of my previous orgasm to ignite another one.

He murmurs appreciatively and goes on eating, swirling his tongue inside me like he’s making out with my pussy. His fingers brush over my clit, and I sink my teeth into the pillow to stop from screaming the entire house down.

He threads his fingers in my hair and pulls my head up. “Stop that, Joey. If I’m making you come, I want to hear every fucking sound you make.”

I groan, and he goes back to eating me and rubbing my clit with the most perfect, delicious amount of friction and pressure until my inner walls pulse and every cell in my body trembles with the need to come. “Please, Max.”

“Who has all the power now, baby girl?” He laughs darkly, and I’m too fraught and desperate to call him an asshole for it.

Instead, in my desperation, I whimper. “You do. Always.”

“Now that’s my good fucking girl.” He groans against my flesh, slipping his tongue back inside me and causing my orgasm to go off like a nuclear warhead in my core. It tears through me, wrenching a guttural cry from my throat.

My shoulders sink to the pillow until I’m lying with my ass up in the air, trembling and gasping for air once more.

Max pushes two fingers inside me, and a loud groan of appreciation rumbles through him when they slide in easily. “Now you’re ready to be fucked.”

“Yes, please,” I breathe, desperate to feel him. My pussy aches to be filled by him completely.

I hear the sound of his zipper opening. The crown of his cock presses at my entrance. “You remember the first time I fucked you, Joey?”

“Uh-huh.”

“How you couldn’t feel my piercings because I couldn’t get far enough inside of you?”

“Yeah,” I whisper, cheeks flushing red. It was also because I had no idea what having an actual dick inside me should feel like.

“I’m going to fit my whole cock in you tonight, baby girl, and you know how you’re going to know when I’m all the way in?”

“How?”

“Because you’re going to count my piercings.”

“Count?”