Page 60 of Dr. Bad Boy

“God, yes,” he whispers, his mouth hovering right above mine. “Are you going to come? Are you going to milk me? Do it. Clench that hot little cunt around my cock. Suck my come right out of me, you dirty little slut. You fucking love this, don’t you?”

I nod, whimpering as his words rip an orgasm right out of my body.

I’m still ricocheting like a pinball when he lets loose and hammers into me, once, twice, three times more before burying deep and holding still.

I can feel him coming.

It’s crazy hot.

Even the aftermath is insane. The warmth of his breath on my neck, the weight of him on top of me…I want it all again and again and again.

But he has to deal with the condom, and there’s still the matter of the food he brought up to me.

I watch him saunter to the bathroom. He’s so beautiful naked. Gorgeous and sculpted and… I wipe my mouth. I might actually be drooling. I manage to put a normal look on my face before he returns, and I give him a blissful smile. “Now what?”

“Now we eat breakfast. Then a shower.”

“And then?” I’m breathless with excitement over just a discussion of what’s to come.

He rolls his lower lip between his teeth as he gives me a filthy, hooded look. “And then we go to the next size of butt plug.”

Oh my God.

I can’t wait.

20

Max

It’sSunday morning and Violet wants to go home.

She wants to fuck me more, which is why she’s still here, but she’s got work to do for the week.

I could go to hockey.

But instead I’m ignoring her polite murmuring about home and work, and my own phone’s vibrating reminder about a hockey game, and I’m making her breakfast.

She’s naked.

I’m not letting her go anywhere.

At least for two more hours. Breakfast, a final fuck, and then I’ll release her to the world for a week.

“What are you thinking about over there, Mr. Glower?” she asks, leaning across me to snag a piece of red pepper.

She pops it into her mouth and gives me a cheeky, happy grin.

“How I suddenly see the appeal of a 24/7 master-slave relationship,” I answer honestly.

She turns pink. “Do you want me to help you cook?”

“I want you to stay there and keep rubbing your tits against me.” I kiss her quickly, then regretfully move her further away. “Except oil spatters, so no, you can stay there, where I can see you. Perfect.”

“Okay, I could get used to this,” she says with a little shrug. “Except that work thing…so pesky.”

“Stop dropping hints. I get it. Real life will get you back sooner than later. But I want to feed you. And then…” I heat up the pan, then turn and give her a slow, careful perusal. “And then I want you one more time, on my bed. A fuck that will keep us both content all week long.”

“You’re going to miss me,” she says, and the surprise in her voice is genuine.

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