Control Me(16)

Jada’s eyes widened and her jaw hung open. “I—I’m…it’s…”

Finally, I had rendered her speechless. Smiling triumphantly, I slid my hand up her leg and underneath her dress. My fingers brushed over her silk, flimsy G-string and she inhaled sharply. Oh, yeah, she’s wet all right. Fuck, I had absolutely no self-control where she was concerned. That day in the pool house, I was so determined to get her off by fingering her ass that I never had the chance to see her silky folds up close.

“Open up, babe. I didn’t see your pussy in the pool house. It happened so fast I didn’t get to inspect the goods. Come on, Princess; open up for me. I need to see it.”

She spread her thighs for me. I pulled her G-string to the side, spread her pussy lips apart, sucked in a breath and whispered in complete awe, “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

“Mmm…I’m not sure if I should take that as a compliment or be offended by that statement,” she stammered.

“Holy Hell, you’re completely bare!”

She glanced at me briefly before looking away in embarrassment. Under her breath, I thought I heard her whisper back ‘waxed actually’ but I couldn’t decipher exactly what she said, and to be honest, I didn’t care. I just wanted a taste of her sweetness. I gawked at her, which obviously made her feel uncomfortable because I could feel her squirming beneath me. I bet she felt totally exposed, so I stared even more intently at her glistening pussy. God, I loved it, loved the power I had over her.

“I’m definitely going down on that, Princess. You ready, baby, because I’m going to lick you from ass to clit until you scream the whole town down.” I growled as I lowered my head and did exactly what I promised.

Fuck, she was beautiful. Before I knew it, my head was between her legs. I could feel her trembling as my hot mouth hovered over her wetness. I looked up at her and saw she appeared to be nervous, almost jittery. Had she ever had someone go down on her before? This woman was full of surprises, and I never knew what to expect. I was so aroused it wasn’t funny.

“Oh…God…Max. That feels so good. Do it again,” she ordered me, spreading her legs even further apart.

I allowed my finger to sneak into the side of her G-string and into her wet hole. She bit on her bottom lip but kept her gaze locked with mine.

“God, you’re wet. So very wet, babe.” I removed my finger and ran it up the length of her folds before plunging it back inside her. “Your body tells me something completely different to what you say, Princess. In fact, I’d bet that you do want this to happen again,” I whispered, continuing to kiss along her thighs.

“Mmm, that feels so good,” she moaned.

Son of a bitch! My dick twitched at the sound of her soft moan. At this rate, I was going to have to fuck her right here in the limo. I had no rules; I would fuck women anywhere. But Jada, she was different to any woman I’d had before. She made me feel emotions I had never experienced; feelings that had me thinking of doing things to her I had only dreamed about.

I removed my hand from between her legs and brought my finger to my lips, sucking her juices from my fingertip. It was like a jolt to my system. “God damn, you taste good, Princess.”

“Stop, Max, please…”

“Please, what? Stop playing games, Princess. Your mouth says one thing but your body says another. Why?” Oh, I knew exactly why she was in severe denial. She wanted me. The pure raw hunger in her eyes was undeniable.

“Yes, okay, I’ve already admitted I want you, but we can’t do this now, not here. It’s not right, please.” Her voice wavered slightly, but her resolve was firm.

I contemplated her for a moment. Maybe I had come on a little too strong; some women didn’t like that. “Okay.” I moved back and raised my hands in a show of surrender.

“Really?”

“Yes. For now.”

I’d back off for a while, give her a little room to breathe, maybe a day or so and then I’d claim her. She wouldn’t deny me; no woman ever did. I am Max Brunetti. I get everything I want.

And I wanted Jada Sinclair.





CHAPTER NINE


JADA

All night, I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned, stressed over the upcoming lunch the next day with his parents. My thoughts were constantly on Max, thoughts about the way he made me feel and how quickly he could arouse me and reach an orgasm. I couldn’t stop thinking about him; I was going crazy. Those orgasms he yielded from me were so strong and powerful that it felt like my body was experiencing a volcanic eruption. When I was with him, I was totally uncontrollable and completely falling apart in his arms.