Joey (Chicago Ruthless, #2)

by Sadie Kincaid

Then he gives me another inch, and I realize why he’s going so slow. Because no matter how wet I am, he’s still freaking huge. My pussy is stretched further than it’s ever been, and I wince at the sting. But then one of his piercings rubs against my pussy walls, and I release a gush of arousal. “One,” I cry. “Good girl.” My toes curl as Max pulls out a little before pushing back in, drawing more wetness from deep inside me as he pushes in farther. “Two.” “That’s my girl.” Two? That means we have four more to go. I have no idea how I’m going to take the rest of him. He bends over me and presses soft kisses over my back. “You’re doing so well. Such a good girl for me.” I melt under his praise, practically purring like a kitten, and he takes the opportunity to slide deeper. “Three.” And then deeper. “Four,” I grit out. He rubs one hand over my back while he holds onto my hip with the other. “Almost there.” “Oh, god,” I whimper as he rocks his hips and his piercings rub against my walls, the tiny barbells massaging me in the most delicious way. Jolts of electric ecstasy ricochet through me, and I almost come again. “Fuck, Joey. You love my cock.”