Chapter 41.
Amelia was still limp on the table, barely recovering from the orgasm that had ripped her apart—when Maximo pulled out of her slowly.
“Unmm…” She whimpered at the loss, her body clenching at nothing, still twitching, still squirming. Still desire every f*****g inch of him. But she didn’t have time to breathe didn't have time to process what was happening.
“Turn around,” he ordered, voice low and rough with need.
She blinked up at him, dazed.
“I said, turn the f**k around.”
Maximo commanded and she obeyed instantly, pushing herself up on shaky arms, turning so her chest pressed to the table, her legs spread wide behind her.
He stood behind her, eyes dragging down the curve of her back to her slick, swollen p***y—still dripping from what he’d just done to her.
“Look at
