บท 127: Chapter 127

Max pov

Her lips curled into a smile as Max run the pads of his thumbs down her cheekbone and along her jawline until it was resting on her lower lips. He pulls her southwards, opening her mouth slightly. The smell of him – of whisky and cigars, assaults her senses, making her eyes water. Leaning forward, he towers over her and grabbed her waistline as he pulls her even closer. 

He keep kissing her neck and ruffling her hair with his thumbs, sucking and nibbling at

the tender skin as he pull up her t-shirt with his free hand. His fingertips brush over her stomach, down to the band of her

panties. Her breathing grows faster as he continue kissing her neck, while his fingers dip beneath the waistband of her underwear, sliding lower until he reach her panties. He brush two fingers between them. 

"Fuck! You're so wet." He muttered in her ears as he moans. He breathe against her skin.