Joey: A brother’s best friend, standalone dark mafia romance (Chicago Ruthless Book 2)

I slick on a final coat of lipstick right as Max storms into my bedroom. I figure he’s here to tell me that we need to leave and I’m about to tell him I’m almost done, but I’m distracted by how good he looks in his suit. I mean he looks good in anything, but there’s just something about this man in a finely tailored suit that makes me want him to nail me into next week.

He strides over and stops directly in front of me. His eyes look a little red and his brow is furrowed in a frown, but like he’s angry at the whole world rather than at me.

“Everything okay?” I ask.

“I need to fuck you,” he breathes, dropping his head and running his lips over my neck.

My body shivers in anticipation. “We can’t. The cars will be leaving in fifteen minutes.”

“I need to fuck you, baby girl,” he repeats, gliding his hands over my hips and palming my ass.

I giggle, slapping his hands away but he’s undeterred. “There’s no time.” He pushes me backward until I’m pressed against the wall.

“I’m not asking, Joey,” he growls, his hot breath sending a shiver of pleasure up my spine.

He tugs my dress up, and I almost lose my breath and my resolve. “Max, It’s Gabriella’s christening day. We’re her godparents. I can’t stand at the front of the church with your cum dripping out of me,” I whisper as I wrap my arms around his neck.

“Your panties will soak it up.”

I bite my lip as his hands tug at the expensive fabric and he drags his teeth over the sensitive skin of my neck.

“I’m not wearing any.” My cheeks flush with heat.

That certainly gets his attention. He stops and stares into my eyes. “You intended to go to church with no panties on?”

“Yeah.”

“Such a naughty little slut.” Frenzied, he yanks my dress all the way up until it bunches around my waist. His hand gropes between my thighs, his fingers sliding through my folds and making me groan.

“Max. What are you doing?”

“I already told you. I need to fuck you.” He unzips his pants and frees his thick cock.

“And I said there’s not enough time.”

He presses his lips to my ear, his beard tickling my skin. “And I told you”—he lifts my legs and wraps them around his waist—“that I’m not asking.” As the final word leaves his mouth, he drives into me, making me gasp for breath. My arousal coats him as he rubs his piercing over my G-spot. I groan loudly, like the needy slut he makes me.

I feel every single piercing as he slowly pulls out before driving into me again, nailing me against the wall.

“Max,” I whimper, wrapping my legs tightly around him as my pussy sucks him deeper.

“Fuck. That’s it.” He hisses a breath and rests his forehead against mine. “This is all I need, baby girl.”

I place my hands on his face, trying to focus on his dark brown eyes as he fucks me so hard mine want to roll back in my head. “You couldn’t have waited like two more hours though?” I gasp as he rocks into me.

“Couldn’t wait two more fucking seconds.” He hammers deeper, hitting my G-spot over and over again.

I bite down on my lip, stifling another moan. “Then you’d better hurry. Dante will be pissed if we keep him waiting, and he’ll take one look at my face and know what we were doing.”

Grabbing my throat with one hand, he squeezes gently as he pins me to the wall with deep, punishing thrusts. His other hand slips between us, his fingertips working my clit. “Then I’m gonna need you to come for me, because we’re not leaving until you do.”

“You don’t have t—” He pinches my clit and squeezes my throat, cutting off my sentence. Shockwaves of pleasure rocket through my core.

“You’ll come on my cock or we don’t leave this room, Joey.”

There’s something in his eyes, something I can’t quite figure out. All I know is that he needs me right now, and I love being what he needs. Giving him whatever he needs, whenever he needs it, just like he does for me.

I nod as much as I can, and he releases his grip on my throat, allowing me to suck in a deep breath. He presses his forehead against mine. “I love you so fucking much, baby girl. I need you so fucking much.” He grinds the words out as though they pain him.

I whimper as the first waves of my climax start to roll through my core. “I love you too, Max.”

“You coming for me?”

“Y-yes,” I moan.

“Good fucking girl.” He thrusts into me with each word, sending us both over the edge into sweet oblivion. When he’s done, he lowers my legs to the floor and uses his pocket square to wipe between my thighs.

I giggle. “You’re such a gentleman.”

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“I think you’ll still need to wear some panties though or you’ll have a wet patch on the ass of your beautiful dress when you get out of the car,” he says, smirking.

“I’ll grab some.” I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close. “Are you sure everything’s okay?”

“Everything’s perfect, baby girl,” he assures me.

I arch an eyebrow at him. “So what was that?”

“I hadn’t felt your pussy squeeze my cock for almost twelve hours. I wanted to make sure I hadn’t forgotten what it felt like.” He winks at me and takes my breath away. This man has no right to be as goddamn hot as he is.

“Don’t lie to me, Maximo.”

He pushes his body against mine, pressing me into the wall again. “I’m not lying, Joey. Sometimes I get an overwhelming urge to fuck you, is all.”

“Oh?” I chew on my lip.

“Oh.” He kisses me hard, stealing all the air from my lungs, and I melt into him, giving him everything I am.