“Please, Max?” He dusts his lips over my hair. “Are you my good girl?” he says, teasing me. “No.” The word ends on a moan as he drives his finger deeper. “Of course. You’re my little slut, right?” “Yes,” I pant, and his skilled fingers bring me to the brink of a mind-blowing orgasm. “I’m gonna teach you how to be a good girl for me, Joey.” He chuckles, and then the bastard pulls his finger out of me, leaving me teetering on the edge of ecstasy. “Max?” I gasp in protest, but he just looks at me with a wicked grin on his face. “I told you I wouldn’t make you come in your brothers’ house, baby
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