Page 59 of Dr. Bad Boy

Iwakeup to the mouthwatering scent of freshly brewed coffee and the breathtaking sight of a naked man climbing back into bed with me.

“How are you feeling?” Max asks, his gaze sliding down my body as he pulls back the sheet.

I fight the instinct to cover up, knowing it would displease him.

And as he checks my backside for what I can only assume are some very impressive marks from the night before, a heady warmth builds inside me. His care is my reward for submitting to his inspection. For trusting him to look at me, really look at me, without any artifice or prop.

I test my legs, pressing my thighs together, then flexing them down against the mattress. I feel well used, but also lighter, freer than I have in…years.

“I feel good,” I finally answer. “Thank you.”

He presses a kiss to my shoulder. “The pleasure was all mine.”

“Not all yours,” I whisper, rolling onto my back. I wince as I settle on the tender skin there. How good would it feel to have Max press me into the mattress as he fucked into me?

He gives me a wicked look as he trails his fingers down my torso and slides into the wetness between my legs. “Are you asking me to fuck you, Violet?”

“Is that okay?”

He barks a laugh and reaches for a condom. “More than okay. Do you want to roll over?”

I shake my head.

“This might hurt.”

I nod.

He groans. “Oh, you’re so perfect for me.”

He takes his time sliding into me. First he arranges me, legs up and wide. I don’t miss that he’s lifting the sorest part of my ass off the bed. He’s cruel, but not that cruel. Then he strokes me again, slicking my wetness all over my swollen flesh. Only when I try to rock against his fingers does he slide his cock through my folds and push in, filling me with his cock.

“You have the sweetest pussy,” he says, his voice rough. “It makes me want to do dark, dangerous things to you.”

“Yes,” I breathe. “Do it.”

He circles the outside of my thighs with his hands, squeezing as he thrusts deep again. “I’m not kidding, Violet.”

“I know.” I’m no fragile flower.

He inhales, his nostrils flaring wide as he roams his hands over my legs. Up and around. Pressing me wide open. He opens his hand wide and slaps his palm loudly against the outside my hip. Adjacent to where I’m sore, but not quite on it.

A little closer…

His eyes darken as I wiggle beneath him.

“You want more?” He squeezes me again, this time right there, right where I’m probably bruised from his touch. His fingers press right along the sore outline.

In response, my inner muscles clench around him. I nod helplessly, the pain stealing my voice.

With a wounded grunt, he grips me harder with that hand and braces himself with the other, lowering his upper body right onto mine.

I’m helpless, pinned down as he takes me, rough and fast and out of control now.

I want to wake up like this every day.Even as that dangerous thought flits through my mind, he scrapes his teeth over my shoulder and rolls his hips, pressing my ass hard into the bed.

I was wrong. He’s just that cruel.

I love it. “Argh!” I cry out, my thighs clenching around his hips.

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