I wake to the now familiar feeling of a warm body at my back and a hard cock pressing into the crack of my ass. I have grown to love these early morning moments when I’m snuggled in my warm bubble and not yet hit with the worries of the day. I refuse to consider how I nearly failed him last night. How I nearly failed me. Max and I usually make love in the mornings—and at night. For a straight-laced lawyer, he continues to surprise me with his kinky side. The man does love his dirty talk, and I have to admit, I could almost come from his words alone.

He’s still snoring softly, and it’s so adorable. I ease away, careful not to wake him. He gives me so much of himself that this morning I want to return the favor. Since neither of us bothered with clothes last night, it makes this much easier than it would be if he were wearing his boxer briefs. Almost as if he knows my intention, he rolls onto his back and flings a well-muscled arm over his head. I’m temporarily derailed as I pause to admire his masculine beauty. Broad, muscular shoulders, strong, slightly hairy chest, tightly toned abs, a glorious happy trail … and then his cock. My man is smoking hot and hung like a horse. I giggle to myself as I imagine torturing Lia with those very lines in a few hours at the office. The nice part is I don’t even have to exaggerate. Max is all that I claim and more. I knew he had a banging body, his suits showed that much. But I hadn’t been expecting the six—no eight pack—and that great big, gorgeous penis. Truthfully, I’d never enjoyed oral sex with Jake, but I’d been dreaming of having Max, from start to finish. He seemed to love going down on me, and I was more than ready to return the favor.

So with my plan of action in mind, I crawl between his thighs and put a hand on either side of his waist. A bead of pre-cum glistens at the top of his staff, and I watch it in fascination for a moment before lowering my head to lick it off. The musky, salty flavor explodes on my tongue and I am ready to go back for more. His hips shift just a fraction, but otherwise, he remains still. I lean over again and dip my tongue into the tiny hole that is quickly filling with liquid again, and this time, a moan escapes his mouth, but a quick glance shows his eyes are still closed. I grip his base and marvel at the fact that my fingers don’t touch. I feel like woman of the year for being able to take this hefty bad boy. Do they give awards for conquering Mt. Cock? Maybe a T-shirt saying I scaled Mt. Cockmore? I begin laughing at that thought, before biting my tongue and attempting to stay quiet.

I pump my hand up and down his length before taking him in my mouth. There’s still a lot of him left over, and he’s already hitting the back of my throat. I read a lot of smutty romance, so I know there’s supposedly an art to taking one all the way down without choking on it, but I’ve never tried it. And it wasn’t a big issue with my one and only other sexual partner as his dick wasn’t even in the same zip code as the one I’m currently enjoying.

I lick and suck with pure enjoyment and am surprised to find I’m so wet just from bringing Max pleasure. I’m not rushing through it as I did with Jake. I bob my head up and down on his shaft, then squeak when I feel hands thread through my hair and a voice groans my name. He’s such a dominant lover that I’m never in control for very long, which suits us both. But at this moment, I own his pleasure and the heady sense of power I feel from it is indescribable.

His hips begin pumping upward, but he never goes farther than I can handle. “Mmm,” I moan around his width. The vibrations drive him wild, and his cock swells impossibly bigger. I drop one of my hands to rub my clit as we both race toward completion.

“I’m going to come, baby,” he rasps, and then attempts to pull out. But I’m not having it. I want all of him and, this time, I’ll have it. “Ah fuck,” he hisses, just as jets of thick liquid hit the back of my throat. I swallow frantically until I’ve taken it all then I leisurely lick every last trace from his cock before releasing him with a popping sound. He looks down to where I’m still working myself and quirks a brow. “Looks like you need some help, sweetheart. Bring that dripping pussy over here and sit on my face. I want to eat you for breakfast.”

I should be embarrassed at his words and at my eagerness as I all but leap up his body and lower my cunt onto him. I hold the headboard as he braces my thighs before taking one, long lick. “Oh, my God,” I moan as my sex quivers in delight. The man has a magic tongue and he knows how to use it. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I almost jump from the bed. Only his hand holding my thighs keeps me in place. He alternates licking, sucking, and penetrating me with his tongue and fingers. “I’m … coming!” I shout as my body convulses.

“That’s right, baby, come all over my tongue. You taste so fucking sweet,” Max continues with his dirty talk. Each word seems to extend my orgasm until I’m just a puddle of mush. He lets me collapse against the pillows and smirks as if he knows damn well how good he is. Amazingly, his cock is bobbing around and eager for more attention. I’m debating seating myself on it when Max looks over at the clock and winces. “You have no idea how much I’d love to fuck you, sweetheart, but I have a meeting in less than an hour.”

I look at his cock then back to his face. He looks surprised when I leap from the bed and run toward the bathroom. I stop in the doorway and throw over my shoulder, “Get your ass in here. If we multitask, we can save water and time.”

“I love you,” he says reverently before sprinting toward me. His penis is thumping against his stomach, and my nipples harden in anticipation.

“I know.” I giggle as he grabs my arm and pulls me into the shower with him. In the end, we both ended up being a few minutes late for work with slightly wrinkled skin. On the plus size, though, Max made sure I was thoroughly clean after he did his best to dirty me.

Had I ever known life to be fun? Carefree? It was all Max. He’s given me that. I knew that he worried about me having a relapse and cutting, but he never hovered. With him, I felt like a normal woman in love. I know I haven’t heard the last from my father after our altercation the previous night, but what else can he do? I’m over the age of consent and have friends whom I can depend on. Despite my newfound confidence, I still feel uneasy when I think of the people who gave me life. It’s obvious that I’m a burden to them, but why do they try so hard then to keep me under their thumb? It makes no sense to me. I feel uneasy as if I’m missing a huge piece to the puzzle. One thing I know for certain, though: I won’t let them ruin this new life I’m making for myself. I’m stronger now, and if my father wants to go head to head with me, then I will. I’ve always caved to his wishes, but that’s over. He’ll see that the old Rose is slowly fading away and the new one is ready to fight for what she needs.