“Max, fuck.”
He nipped at my thigh. “Spread those legs for me, gorgeous.”
The second his tongue hit my slit, my head fell back. His moans and growls made my skin pucker as he bent over, cleaning up the mess he’d made. I rocked against his face and tugged at his hair. I felt myself climbing that precipice as my juices dripped against his cheeks.
“Yes, Max. Yes. Oh, right there. Oh, right there. Oh, right--no, no, no, no. Come back. Please!”
He chuckled. “You’re mine tonight, Dani.”
He scooped me off the kitchen counter and carried me into the living room. In a flash, he bent me over the couch, kicking my legs out as my hands planted into the cushions. I felt his cock slapping my ass cheeks. His leaking tip slid up and down my wet slit. My walls fluttered for him. My lips puckered in anticipation. And when he finally dove into my depths, I groaned into the cushion I fisted in my hands.
“Fucking hell, you’re so damn tight for me.”
His movements were relentless. My tits jumped against the piece of furniture as my body lurched with his movements. His cock grew against my walls. My legs shook before my knees buckled. His hands gripped my hips, holding me up as he continued to fuck me. As he continued to bury himself inside me while the sounds of skin slapping skin filled the space around us.
“Max, oh my God. I can’t--it’s--I’m so close. Please, don’t--oh, no, please.”
He pulled out from between my legs. “Not where I want to finish with you, you sexy fucking thing.”
I whimpered. “I was so close. Why did you--?”
“Come on. There’s more where this came from.”
He picked me up, and for the life of me I didn’t know how he had the strength. I felt like a limp rag in his arms as he carried me through the damn house. I didn’t know where we were going. I didn’t know what part of the house we were in. But the second my back fell against a mattress, the familiar smells of his room filled my nose.
He tossed my legs over his shoulder.
“Yes, yes, yes. Please. Please don’t stop this time.”
I felt his cock at my entrance. “Don’t worry. I’m not stopping until we’ve both had our fill.”
He slammed into my body and my back arched. He rested against the backs of my legs, pinning me to the mattress as he fucked me senseless. Groans fell from my lips. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. My toes curled and my hands slapped his forearms as he stroked me perfectly, grinding his pelvis against my throbbing clit. I panted his name. Fireworks burst behind my eyelids as that coil in my gut wound tighter. And tighter.
And tighter.
“Max, don’t stop. Max, don’t stop. I’ll do anything, just don’t stop. Please.”
He growled. “Anything?”
I nodded quickly. “Anything, if you’ll let me come. Anything. I swear. Please. Just--I need it. I need you. Please.”
He swiveled his hips as his fingers slipped between my pussy folds.
“Then, come for me, gorgeous.”
“Oh, fuck yes!”
The second his thumb slid against my clit, it was game over for me. The world spun around my head while the room tilted, causing me to feel dizzy. My body locked out. My walls trapped his cock. I felt my body pulling him in deeper as groans and grunts fell from his lips. I wrapped my hands around his forearms, feeling his muscles pulsing as his cock emptied itself into me. And as my pussy massaged him for all he had to give, he collapsed against me.
With his dick still sheathed in my warmth, his face fell into the crook of my neck. Our intermingled fluids ran down my ass crack, wetting the bed beneath me. I didn’t care, though. Not when I was with Max. As I slid my fingertips up and down his spine, counting the divots I felt, I smiled to myself.
I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that I loved this man.
And I hoped, one day, he’d come to feel the same about me.
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