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My legs were shaking and my head pressed hard against his chest as my body tightened like a bow. I couldn’t contain my need. I was moaning, my hands curling against the wall, and still his magnificent fingers impaled me, moving at an impossible speed.

“Do you like it when I fuck you like this? I can feel you clenching around my fingers. So hot, so tight, so wet,” he murmured in my ear.

I responded with a choked noise. I was so close. So close.

“Come for me. Come all over my fingers,” he commanded as his hand tightened around my neck.

A half scream escaped my lips as I felt my universe fly apart. I exploded. My body shuddered and quaked as my orgasm rolled through me.

I clung to that wall, panting like I had run a marathon, while my body twitched and trembled.

“That was just to get you warmed up, so you’re hot and ready for my cock,” his voice was hoarse.

CHAPTER 37

I moanedas he torturously pulled his fingers from me. I almost stumbled when he hustled me over to the dresser. His hand pressed on the back of my neck, so I was bent over. My ass was in the air. Our eyes met in the mirror. He radiated dangerous male and it made me so hot.

I needed him inside me now.

I stepped my legs apart, opening myself to him. Blatant, like a dog in heat, so desperate and hot for him. Without taking his eyes off my face, he stepped behind me. He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed his pants down. I could feel the long length of him press between my buttocks. He messed with my hair. It took me a moment to realize that he was gathering my hair into a long ponytail. My head pulled back as he tested tugging my hair.

Our gazes held in the mirror. So much heat passed between us, the air almost crackled with it.

Max was finally going to fuck me. From hate or anger, I didn’t care. I needed him inside me more than I needed to breathe.

I held my breath as he poised himself at my entrance and thenthrust hard inside. The pleasure was so intense, my eyes almost rolled back into my head.

He was so big that it took three hard thrusts before he was buried inside me.

“Your body doesn’t lie. You want me. Only me.” He still sounded so angry.

I pulsed around his length.

Nothing in my life had ever felt better.

He moved, with long, glorious thrusts. I pushed against the dresser, bracing myself against the speed and strength in which he drove into me. I could feel myself tighten and clench around him. He fucked like he played hockey. With a single-minded intensity.

I groaned when he yanked at my hair, pulled my head hard enough that my entire back arched. Every time he slammed into me, he drove me closer and harder towards the edge. My orgasm charged towards me. My throbbing core welcoming every pummeling thrust. I might not walk after this, but it’d be worth it.

“You think your little boyfriend can fuck you like this?”

“More,” I gritted my teeth. “Give me more.”

His eyes never left my face. His lip curled with exertion and he slammed into me with such a ferocity, he was forcing me onto my tippy toes. I was off balance, shameless as I chased my release.

“When he’s trying to keep his whiskey dick hard, you will only think of my hard cock fucking you.”

“Come on,” I panted. “Harder.”

He leaned over me, wrapping a huge arm around my waist, and braced his other muscular arm against the dresser.

Holy fuck.

He pounded me like a savage. And my body couldn’t get enough. I felt wasted. Volatile. Insane with need. Yet I couldn’t stop goading him.

“Is that all you got?” The words strangled out of my throat. “Are you sure you’re not a Baby Man?”

Reckless words, considering my position, but I wanted him to losecontrol. I wanted him as mad with lust as I felt. I needed to bring him to the same insatiable need that was coursing through my blood.

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