The Billionaire Playboy's Regret (Lark and Max)

Lark was gasping as Max scooped her out of the bath. It turned out, his little device he'd pilfered from his warehouse could in fact give her multiples before she even hit the bed with him.

Her legs felt like rubber as he stood her upright and toweled her off. His c**k was rigid, pointing straight at her while he patted her dry, his tongue helping to catch some of the water droplets the towel was missing, and she sucked in breath after breath as he teased and tormented her.

"Arms up," he held the silky dress out and dropped it over her head.

Again, as he moved his c**k jutted forward, rubbing against the silk of the nightgown. She watched his facial expressions as he kept incredible control of his own body.

"Max," she whispered as he brought her from the bathroom into the bedroom, "it's my turn."

"Your turn for what?" he smiled down at her as he patted her hair over her shoulder. "This color looks incredible on you." "Thank you," she fell on her knees and boldly reached out to touch him. "You know what else looks good on me?"

"What is that?" his voice cracked as she brazenly grabbed his length and stroked him assuredly.

"You. You do wonders for me. You make me feel so good and it's showing. I haven't smiled this much in an extraordinarily long time," she darted her tongue out and licked the edge of him, swiping a droplet of precum from the tiny slit on his head. His loud groan egged her on and she gave a little twist of her hand as she moved her hand up and down his shaft.

*f**k, Lark, honey, you don't need," he gave a guttural moan as her lips closed over his head and she lowered her mouth to meet her hand on its next upward movement. "I changed my mind. Yes, you do. Oh, baby don't stop.'

His words brought a smile to her face despite where her lips were positioned. His fingers dug into her hair as she made all the right moves. He smelled like the bathwater they'd emerged from moments ago and yet, still masculine, and musky as she took him deep in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the thick veins of f his shaft and his breathless encouragement of the way she sucked him caused pride to puff up her chest. It dawned on her, this man really enjoyed what she was doing, and it was fueling her to keep going. Giving him pleasure was making her soaked with her own needs. Her fingers slipped between her thighs as she touched herself while stroking him.

"Babe, if you keep doing exactly as you're doing, I'm going to come." He gave a loud shout as he realized she was touching herself. "f**k, Lark, could you be any more beautiful? I wish I had a mirror over our heads so you could look up and see what I'm seeing. It's taking all my willpower to not come right now." "Come Max," she egged him on. "I want to taste you like you tasted me today." She immediately pushed her head down until he was flush to the back of her throat and gagged around his thickness. She looked up at him through heavily veiled lids and watched as his face twisted with her actions. Not two strokes of her fist later and he was filling her throat. Salty and thick, he poured into her, his hands clutching her head still as he pumped his hips furiously against her. His movements were jerky and stilted before he finally released her hair and gingerly withdrew himself from her lips. He bent down and lifted her up and tossed her into the middle of the bed.

She bounced on the mattress and giggled at his fierce expression.

"Lark. Where the f**k did you learn to do that?" He jerked his hands, "the twisting motion and then swiping your spit up and down my shaft?"

"Ollie and I watched how to do blowjob porn in high school. Rumor has it, I'm rather good at it," she wiped the corners of her mouth with a snicker.

"Are you ever good at it!" he fell onto the bed beside her. "It's going to take me a few minutes to recover. I wonder," he pushed the silkiness of her nighty up her hips, "what I can do to distract me until I'm ready to be inside you." He looked down past his waist, "have to admit though, I'm already halfway rebounded from only thinking of how tight you're going to be."

She felt his fingers slipping inside her again and she arched her hips.

"You're still so f*****g wet. Did you think I didn't see you touch yourself while you blew me, Lark?" "Max," she blushed at his bold words. "You curse a lot when we're naked."

"I'm feeling very primal right now." He was scooting down the bed and pressing open-mouthed kisses to her, his tongue swiping along the fleshy of her abdomen. His tongue dipped into her navel, and she tittered with the sensation. "Earlier today, Heriberto said I'd probably smack my own chest and scream "me Max" and he's not wrong. I am feeling very much the man right now." He nuzzled her clit with his nose, inhaling the scent of her. "Seeing how wet you are for me," he drew his tongue over her part, "tasting how your p***y is nearly weeping juices for me, is the most testosterone fueling thing I've ever engaged in. I want to," he used his fingers to pull her wide apart and stuck his tongue deep inside her licking upwards and then smacking his lips together, "make you scream this f*****g entire hotel down, so the entire world knows Lark Hoffman is mine." He flicked his tongue in and out of her teasingly, "say it, Lark. Say you're mine."

"I'm yours," there was no hesitation. Her hands grabbed her own breasts through the silken fabric, reveling in the way the material felt against her flesh, and pushed them together, squeezing her n*****s in her fingertips while he began eating her p***y. He was ordering her to touch herself, pinch, pull, squeeze in between deep gulps of her. Everything felt lewd and wicked as he pushed her legs wide open on the bed and ordered her to keep them apart or he'd tie them there.

"If you don't think I have something as basic as bed ties to keep these ankles apart think again." He growled at her as his tongue began f*****g her. His finger flicking her clit causing her to buck up on the bed. Her hips lifted to meet him, grinding on his chin as he devoured her.

Lark's head rolled back onto the pillow as Max lived out whatever fantasies he'd built up in his head about her. She was hoarsely calling his name as he pushed her over the brink of two more orgasms. Her hair was matted to her forehead and sticking to her cheeks, and she was begging him.

"Max. I need," she gasped, "I can't."

"You can," he knelt up in between her thighs. "Condom or no condom, Lark?"

"What?" she lifted her head up off the pillow, his question barely registering in her brain.

"I've never engaged in s*x with a woman and not used a condom. I have a bunch on the nightstand."

"Why are you asking?" her eyes were wide as his c**k teased her entrance.

"If I'm breaking rules, chère, it's only with you. Are you protected?"

She nodded, "yes. I had a screen done when I found out he cheated. I'm safe."

"I want to feel you, Lark but I want you to be safe and I want your consent. It has to be clear. Condom or

no condom." "No condom," she swallowed her nerves away and his cocky smirk was on his face as he pushed himself deep into her. Her eyes bulged as he went all in, full, thick, and hard, he rocked against her.

"I f*****g knew you'd feel this good." He gripped her thighs and threw them around his waist, lifting her ass clear off the bed as he began thrusting into her. His fingers immediately were toying with her clit while he f****d her mercilessly.

Lark gripped the bed covers in her fists as he drilled her into her. There was nothing gentle and loving about his movements right now. He was f*****g her like he meant it, and it was incredible. Her body was being shoved up the bed and he was pulling her back down.

If this was what it felt like to be wanted with the intensity of Max Villeneuve, she was probably never going to walk straight again a day in her life. Her body felt like a ragdoll's as he folded his body over hers, her legs crushing between them. Catching her mouth with his, he kissed her deeply, his tongue tasting every millimeter of hers. When he wasn't kissing her, he was whispering sexy words in her ear and worshiping her like a goddess, his prayers otherworldly when he did so.

Position after position, Max was a man on a mission. Eventually he took her sweat coated night dress and flung it across the room. Lark was certain by morning her body was going to have bruises from the way he was gripping her thighs, arms, chest as he brought her to heights of pleasure she'd never experienced. All the lovers in the world couldn't compare with what this man was doing for her.

He wasn't content with an orgasm. No. He wanted her to have all the orgasms he could possibly wring from her body and to make her lose her voice from screaming his name.

When finally, after what felt like hours, a hundred positions and Max even using the flower device he'd used on her in the bathtub while he held both of her ankles up on his shoulder, he muttered he was going to come.

Lark was barely coherent as his words filtered to her ears, yet as they settled in her brain, she was aware of him grinding his hips to hers as he lay atop her. Their entire bodies connected, skin to skin, he rotated his pelvis and ground deep into her.

"I'm going to fill you so deep chère," he gritted in his teeth. Then his legs straightened, and he was still as her body milked his shaft. Hot and sticky, their bodies were entwined around one another.

Max pressed butterfly kisses over her face, "I adore you, Lark. I cannot tell you how happy I am right

now.'

"Tell me tomorrow," she whimpered as she buried her head in his neck. "Can't think straight."

"Sleep, love. You're going to need it. We're not finished."

His words made her shoot startled eyes in his direction, "what?"

"Lark, I've waited eighteen years for this night. If you think I'm done after two hours, you're hallucinating. I suggest you get a really good catnap in. Once I catch my breath, I'm eating your p***y again."

His words were equally thrilling and terrifying.