Page 34 of Saving Blood

“Yes, yes, but I need more.”

“You’ll get more when I’m ready.”

Who the fuck am I kidding? I watched a hotter-than-fuck woman explode with two orgasms, I’d sucked her dry, and now I’m balls-deep in her smoking-hot pussy. I’m well past ready.

She shifts against me, keeping pace with my hips, my hands holding her tight to me. In and out, in and out until I can’t stand the sweet pain. I never want this to end as much as I have to let go.

I never knew fuckin’ the enemy could be so damn good.

I jackknife into her again and again, and she takes every inch of me until I blow up inside her. I came even harder than the other night in the alley, which surprised the fuck outta me. Sure, I always come, but shit this was like a fuckin’ tsunami. I pump so much cream into her, I don’t think it’s ever gonna stop.

I crash us to the mattress with my cock still deep inside her. Her fuckin’ aftershocks are still working me, and for a second, I think I might come again.

Her braid came undone in a sexy mess from me pulling on it, so I bury my face in her hair and nuzzle her neck, surrounded by her scent and sex. Slowly, very slowly, my brain registers where and what I’m supposed to be doing here.

It seems a good fuck knocked the sass right out of Maxine, but there is no denying she was into it as much as me—maybe more. Fuck, she had three orgasms in less than an hour. More than I’d ever seen any other woman experience.

And, yeah, I had no false pride. My cock is big, and plenty of women want me just for that, but somehow Maxine gave herself up for me three times. Perfectly happy to let her control slip.

Not at all what I would’ve expected. Maybe I misread her or missed something over the last two weeks or—maybe she is that good an actress and is working me too. After all, any woman living with Hector Rodriquez all this time has to have some underhanded, shady talents just to survive.

MAXINE

Blood shifts to my side, but I can’t catch my breath. It saws in and out of my lungs as my brain spins with the unknown. I’d never even experienced one orgasm, no less three in such a short period of time. I tried so hard to stay detached, stay in the moment and not let him or his outrageous body get to me, but I failed—miserably.

His raspy dirty talk, his command of my body, even his bossiness lit me up and turned me on. I have to regroup. I have to get back to business, but my body just won’t cooperate. Even now, I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I had as I lie boneless and hardly able to move, yet I’ve never felt so light and carefree. Like all my rough edges were smoothed over and the hollow voids filled up.

I want to have this man again and again, and I just had him only seconds ago. But it doesn’t matter—I have to get back on track and stay on track. After all, my life and my freedom depend on it.

I summon up all my strength, using every toned muscle in my body to roll away from Blood. I flip myself up until I straddle him, savoring the surprise on his sated face.

“So, what was all this really about?” Not exactly the way I planned on saying it, but I’ll use his sex hangover in my favor and put the proverbial ball in my court.

His expression falters two seconds before he regroups, flinging his arm over the mattress. “I’m gonna say it was about two people having some hot fuckin’ sex.”

“And that’s it?” I’m determined to push him for two reasons. If we come to an understanding, the Royal Bastards might be able to help me in a way Hector never would.

“What else could it be?”

“First of all, your reason for showing up here is bullshit, and secondly, I think you had something else in mind.”

“Okay, you caught me.” He shrugs his massive shoulders against the mattress. “After the last time, I couldn’t get you outta my head. So I figured I needed to scratch that itch one more time.”

“And now that you have, what?” I anchor my hands on my hips and glare down at him.

He sucks in a deep breath. “Well, with you straddling me fuckin’ naked with your tits bouncing in my face and my cock wedged against your ass, I’d say we’re about to go for round two.”

He grips my forearms, but I angle my arms under and out of his hold. He tries to raise his torso, but I push him back, bracing my hands against his shoulders while angling my leg dangerously close to his dick.

He sneers up at me. “Good thing I’m all fucked out, or you’d be flat on your back.”

“You forget, I have skills too.” I relax my hands and shift my leg, purposely giving him the advantage.

“Nah, babe, I didn’t forget.” In one smooth move, he rears up and flips me over, easily pinning me against the bed. “Mine are just better.” Then he leans in and closes his mouth over mine.

I pull out of the kiss. “Did you forget how hard I bit you that first night?”

“Nope, thinking about that night makes me need a cold shower, so you can bite me anytime you want.”

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