Joey (Chicago Ruthless, #2)

by Sadie Kincaid

Because you’re mine, Joey. I own you and I always will. Never forget that.”

“Joey,” I order. “Sit the fuck on my cock. Right now, baby.” “Beg me, Max,” she moans, her head tipped back as she rubs herself over me. “Because I can get off just as easily like this.”

“I’m going to tear this fucking bed in half if you don’t sit on my cock, Joey.”

“Oh, Max,” she whimpers as I release it with a wet pop and rest my head back on the pillow. “You done?” I arch an eyebrow at her. “Yeah,” she pants, her hands planted on my chest. “Let me find those keys.” With a grin, I pop the lock on the cuffs with ease. Her eyes widen. “W-what? How—?”

“You ever need me to give up a little control, all you have to do is ask. Okay?” She blinks at me, her eyes wet with tears. “Okay.” “Because you fucking own me too, Joey. Every single part of me. I am and always will be all yours, baby girl.” “Fuck, Max,” she breathes. “But”—I glare at her—“if you ever cuff me in my sleep again, I will make you regret it in so many ways.”

“What the fuck am I going to do with you, Joey?” I run my fingers though his hair, tugging his head back so I can stare into his dark eyes. “Spank me? Fuck me? Spread me out on this dining table and eat my pussy until I scream? I mean the possibilities are endless.”

“Max, It’s Gabriella’s christening day. We’re her godparents. I can’t stand at the front of the church with your cum dripping out of me,” I whisper as I wrap my arms around his neck. “Your panties will soak it up.”

“You’ll come on my cock or we don’t leave this room, Joey.”