Joey: Chapter 32

“Ow,” I yelp as Max slaps my ass hard, but despite the pain, I push my hips back, desperate for more. I’m on all fours on my bed, waiting for him to fuck me, but he continues to taunt me with his fingers, bringing me to the edge and then back down again. My empty pussy aches for more.

“Such a needy little slut for me.” He grabs a handful of my ass cheek in his palm, squeezing roughly as his other hand coasts over my back.

“Are you going to fuck me, Max? Or just talk me back to sleep?” I snap, frustrated by his teasing.

A deep growl rumbles in his chest as he leans over me and presses his lips against my ear. “Oh, baby girl, don’t think that I won’t punish you for being a brat just because we’re in your brothers’ house.”

He slips two fingers inside me, and I arch my back as pleasure rolls through me. “I’m sorry,” I whimper. Damn man has me exactly where he wants me. “But I need you, Max.”

“Where do you need me?” He drives his fingers deeper.

“I-inside me.”

“I am inside you.” He presses against my G-spot for emphasis.

“I need more.”

“Tell me what you need, Joey. Beg me, baby.”

“I need your cock. Please?” I plead with him, desperate and shivering and needy. “I miss the feel of you inside me. I thought I’d never get this again.”

“Oh, fuck, baby, I’m sorry,” he says, and then the warmth of his body is gone. His fingers slide out of me, and I drop my head to the pillow in frustration. But then his hands are on my hips and the tip of his cock pushes at my entrance. “I’m sorry I made you wait so long.”

He drives deep inside me, and I scream into the pillow, flooded with relief and pleasure at the sensation of his huge cock filling me. I’m so wet and ready for him, and he’s able to sink all the way inside until his piercing rubs on my G-spot, right where his fingers just were. My legs tremble violently as he brings me to orgasm so fast that my head spins.

“Oh, fuck, Max,” I moan.

“That’s it,” he growls as he fucks me through it. “My naughty little slut.”

He wraps his hands around my waist, driving harder and faster as he chases his own climax. “You make me come so fucking hard, Joey.” His fingers bruise my flesh and his hips still. “Holy fuck,” he grunts as his cock twitches and pulses inside me, filling me with his cum.

Max pulls out of me and falls onto the bed with his eyes closed. I cannot believe a man who underwent major abdominal surgery yesterday still has that much stamina. He pants for breath, and I watch him with concern. He opens his eyes and pulls me down to lie next to him, wrapping his giant arms around me.

“Are you okay?” I whisper.

“Baby girl, I am way fucking better than okay,” he gasps, pressing a kiss on my forehead. “You?”

“Perfect.” I smile as I snuggle against him.

His chest rises as he sucks in a deep breath. “I have something to tell you, Joey.” His tone is even and calm, but his words freak me out.

I push myself up and lean on my elbow. “What is it?”

He brushes his fingertips over my cheeks, eyes narrowed as he searches my face. “I wasn’t playing around when I said that you’re mine, Joey. It wasn’t the orgasms or anything else talking.”

A breath catches in my throat. “Yours?”

“Only ever mine. Every part of your beautiful body. Your heart. Your fucking soul. Every orgasm you’re ever going to have. Every single breath you’ll ever take. Mine.”

“I’ve only ever been yours, Max.”

“My little brat,” he says with a wicked grin.

I chew on my lip, and he palms the back of my head, pressing my face close to his.

“Stop chewing your lip and kiss me, baby.”

I do as he asks, pressing my lips softly over his and slipping my tongue inside his mouth until heat blooms beneath my skin. He pulls back, leaving me breathless and wanting more—his goddamn superpower. “I love you, Joey.”

I blink away tears. I’ve waited my whole damn life for Max DiMarco to look at me like he is right now and say those words. Monique told me to never tell a guy I love him unless I have his ring on my finger. She says it gives them too much power, but this man right here already has me in a choke hold and he knows it. “I love you too.”

He cups my chin in his hand, tilting my head to a slightly different angle and kissing me again. And this time, he takes full control, claiming my mouth the way he’s claimed every single part of me—with fire and dominance.