Page 40 of Blurry Little Lines

“I wish you could see yourself right now.” His weight lifts a bit, and I can sense him looking down at me. “God, your pussy is throbbing in need for my cock to fill you.” His hands cup my breasts and pinch my nipples. “Your adrenaline is full of need, begging for me to make you come.” His dick grinds into my hip. “You drive me fucking wild, baby girl.” The strawberry down below becomes a part of me as his tongue follows the sweet trail of fruit juice down my body. I can feel my pulse thumping out of my stomach before Max places a tender kiss on it. This man and pulse points is an obsession I can appreciate.

His right hand is bordering my clit, teasing me more than I can handle. I make a bold move and reach my arms down to push him where I desperately need him. The silk ribbon instantly pulls my arms back above my head. Which I half expected to happen. Then his body hovers over me.

“You should listen if you want that orgasm, Kelsie.” His voice is deep and commanding. “I can feel how drenched your pussy is for me. You should know you’re lucky that I’ve taken it easy on you so far.” The frozen strawberry lifts off my pussy and his tongue licks up the residue. His hand holds my tied wrists above my head as his other hand parts my thighs, putting me on full display for him once again. Max’s fingertip feathers down my clit before dipping into me, then glides up to circle my clit in a languid manner.

I debate letting the wordstrawberryfall from my lips just so I can give myself the release I need. He stops touching me, and a second later, I feel his finger run over my bottom lip. By habit, I tuck my bottom lip between my teeth and taste my arousal.

“That’s my girl, Kelsie. Taste how fucking delicious your pussy is.” The sweet tanginess arouses my tongue, and I release a soft moan to encourage him to deliver me an orgasm.

Max’s weight rolls me toward him as he lies down beside me. The ribbon pulls at my wrists to elevate them off the bed. His hand cups my pussy before two of his fingers push into me. My jaw nearly disconnects with a pleasured gasp as his pinky finger fills my other hole. As his thumb circles my clit, an involuntary, loud moan escapes me. His lips tangle with mine in a messy, hungry manner as his fingers pump in and out, pressing on a spot that generates a high-pitched whimper. Max is helping me discover depths inside me I didn’t know existed.

I mentally confirm Max’s fingers alone are more pleasurable than sex with Benson. My ex would never be on board with something dirty like this.

Dammit, Kelsie. Focus on Max’s magical fingers.

“Kelsie,” Max breathes out as I feel his palm put pressure on my clit. “Kelsie.” My eyes open and meet his concerned blues.

When did he remove the blindfold?

“Stay with me, baby girl.” He holds my gaze and slides his fingers back into my pussy, curling both of them. His other hand lets go of the satin necktie, freeing my arms to drop on the pillow as he smiles in approval. “Your behavior deserves a reward. Spread your legs wider.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” I clamp my mouth shut, realizing I broke the rule.

“Look at you listening so well.” I guess he’s letting that one pass.

Max snakes his arm under my shoulder, holding me close. Teeth clamp around my nipple as he leans over my small frame while his thumb and middle finger roll my clit between them.Please let me come. I lock eyes with him and internally scream.

“Let go.” Max’s fingers quicken their pace, and as lips brush over my ear, the graze of his teeth on the shell, mixed with his hot breath, helps send me over the edge.

My back arches off the bed as a barely suppressed scream becomes muffled when his mouth covers mine. Our kiss deepens as I ride out the pleasure, and another side of me breaks through my reserved self. His scent has been driving me insane since he entered my room, and I can’t take this any longer.

“Fuck me, Max.” It's a breathy whisper into our kiss. “Now.” I find power in my voice. His head pulls back with surprise at my language. “I need you to fuck me harder than you’ve done before.” My labored breathing heaves my breasts up and down, and a devilish grin spreads across his lips.

A squeak of excitement exits my lips when Max flips me onto my stomach. Firm hands grasp onto my waist, dragging me to the edge of the bed. Maybe for once, I am enjoying being this tiny.

“Get on all fours.” I listen, using my forearms to brace me, since my wrists are still tied. I arch my back to pop my ass out. A sting claps against my ass a second before Max slides in, filling me deeper than I’ve experienced.

“Fuck, Max.” The sound of my slickness drowning him in my desire fills the bedroom. “You. Feel so. Good.” I moan along to his punishing strokes as his hand greets the back of my head to push my upper body into the duvet. I alter the position of my hips to achieve the circular grinding rhythm. I know he secretly watched my hips the night I was dancing with Lauren.

“What are you doing to me, woman?” Another slap stings my ass before his hands grip onto my hips as he pushes in deeper and circles inside me. “This bouncy ass of yours is so fucking addicting.” He pulls out, and I feel his teeth brush against my ass before he bites down. The pain and my arousal nearly send me into a blissed oblivion once again. “Mmm, so biteable.” Another sting radiates on the other cheek before Max lifts my leg over to flip me onto my back.

It all happens so fast as he pushes back inside and circles my clit with his thumb until orgasm number two rolls through me. My body stiffens before shaking when a scream sounds through me. I have now experienced everything I’ve needed to in life from a man. I can make peace on my deathbed knowing my body has been immensely devoured.

Controlled.

Desired.

My eyes meet his chiseled chest hovering above me. I reach out and rest my hands on his firm pecs and push up, attempting to turn him and roll on-top. He doesn’t budge. A dominant smirk remains plastered on his face. Two can play this game.

“Sit against the headboard.” MyOffice Kelsietone cuts through our panting. When he doesn’t move, I speak again. “Let me ride your dick, Max.” I push up with more force and mimic his face.

His blues begin to vanish as the blackness of his pupils dilates through hooded, lustful eyes. He pushes off me and takes his demanded position against the headboard. As I climb on his lap, his eyes never leave mine. I hold my wrists up to him.

“Untie me, Max Dawson.” I give him a pointed look and, to my surprise, he listens. “Look at you being a quick learner into becomingmysub.” I smirk, holding his gaze as I grip his dick and guide him into me.

I tighten my lower muscles to give him an internal squeeze and receive a sharp inhale as his mouth parts. This angle feels so full and I haven’t even begun to move. I brace myself with one hand clutching my headboard, while the other rests around the base of his throat. I take Max off guard by slowly bouncing up and down as my hand tightens. I can’t read his full reaction, but I know he’s impressed. My teeth clamp my bottom lip as I slowly roll it forward out of my grasp. As I slide my hands down to his chest, pride encourages me to keep him speechless.

I find my needed rhythm as I commence the euphoric ride. Max’s hands reach forward to cup my breasts and pinch my nipples, spiking my shallow breathing. My hands reach out to encompass his wrists and bring one of his hands to my throat, while the other I demand to be woven in the back of my hair.

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