God help me, I loved kissing Max. I wanted him but I also wanted to talk. I didn’t know how to react to what was happening. I needed to talk to him about the wedding. Yes, I had planned on using sex as a lure, but I wasn’t expecting him to be so damn receptive. It was like a switch had been flipped inside him. Throw sex on the table and the man became singular-minded.
Sure, I searched him out to see if I could garner his attention. I didn’t think being in the same room with him would achieve it that fast. The man seriously had a one-track mind. I knew if I didn’t do something fast, I would lose control of the situation and when I felt his large erection pressing into my stomach, I knew I was about to be used for his gratification more so than mine.
I honestly just wanted to talk to him about the wedding. I should have known better. He had been lost ever since Savage left the club. He wasn’t sleeping and every time that damn phone of his rang, he would disappear for hours. He was moody and quick to anger most days, but he never took that anger out on me. In fact, the few times we were alone, he was normal and I could see the stress of whatever was going on was taking its toll on him. I wasn’t a member of the club. Only an ol’ lady, but he was mine. He never confided in me about club business, but when that business began to interfere in my life, I knew I would have to step in. I tried a couple of times only to be shot down. Now with this wedding shit, I couldn’t hold my tongue anymore.
It was now or never.
I had to do whatever it took to get him to talk to me.
As he took the kiss deeper and I felt his firm body pressed against mine, I realized it didn’t matter if I wanted this or not. I needed it. Max wasn’t the only one under a tremendous amount of strain. I was too.
I kissed him back as hard as he was kissing me, unable to remember why I came in here in the first place.
He lifted me off my feet and onto the church table with one aggressive move. He broke the kiss and just looked at me, with growing lust evident in his eyes. Then he moved in again, ripping open my blouse, sending buttons flying everywhere. I watched his eyes dilate, savoring the sight of my firm, full breasts heaving as my breaths became heavier. Pausing, he licked his lips before he slipped down the light material to reveal my stiff, hard nipples. He couldn’t resist such a treat and began working on my right breast, licking and sucking on it, biting it softly. Max loved my breasts. Always had. He would spend hours kissing, sucking, biting them, even fucking them. The man had a serious breast fetish.
My body shook a little from feeling his teeth clasp on to my sensitive nipples, but I felt no pain as I closed my eyes and took in the sheer sensation of pleasure I was feeling throughout my body. Still kissing me, he moved his hands down to my hips and slid down along the soft fabric, moving around to my ass, giving it a firm squeeze before continuing on his way down to the end of the short skirt I was wearing. With another forceful move, he lifted the skirt over my hips and left it there, bunched up around my waist.
I was feeling so turned on at this moment. He was taking complete control and I loved it. He dropped to his knees and slowly pulled down my panties, which had become quite wet by this stage and let them drop to the floor at his feet. I tried to picture how I looked right now. I was leaning back on the wooden church table with my blouse ripped open, my breasts hanging out of my bra, my skirt bunched up around my waist as the man I loved more than my own soul navigated through my pubic hair with his tongue. I felt so slutty as I pictured myself this way and it turned me on even more and my knees began to get weak.
I sat on the table and spread my legs, giving him full access to the soft wet lips in front of his face. Max knew what I wanted him to do and I knew he was up to the task. He delved his tongue into my hot cunt in front of him and I gasped loudly, my head falling back. His hands began stroking the inside of my thighs, pushing my legs apart further so he could get closer to my wet, aching pussy. I loved being in this submissive position. I was completely giving my body to him.
His hands began to roam higher on my body as he started to caress my breasts, softly at first, then more vigorously, while I moaned in sheer ecstasy, all the while as he continued to lick and suck at my clitoris. The stimulation I was receiving was all too much and my whole body began to shudder and shake and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming as he continued his assault through my intense climax.
With my head still spinning, I returned to the real world and looked at the tall, broad figure towering over me. I saw the look on Max’s face and knew he wasn’t finished with me and the thought of what might be yet to come sent further shivers cascading down my half-naked body. I watched as he hurriedly began to unzip his fly, never taking his eyes off me. I leaned forward and my eyes widened as I saw the size of the cock being unveiled before me.
Max was always a big man, but something about the size of his dick at this very moment sent a shiver of trepidation running down my spine. The desire and lust running rampant in him was overwhelming and when he grabbed that monster, stroking it a few times before he rubbed the head of his dick up against my now sopping wet pussy, I gulped.
I broke the silence with a simple plea. “Please,” I begged, wanting to feel Max’s dick inside me, filling me. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him as he thrust himself forward suddenly, giving me what we both needed so badly as he slid all the way inside me quite easily.
“Oh fuck, yeah!” I moaned as he began to pick up a rhythm, pumping his dick inside me. I lifted myself up and kissed him hard before I returned Max’s earlier favor and ripped open his shirt. Max’s chest was more muscular than I had given him credit for and I enjoyed the feel of his firm torso as my hands explored his body while he continued fucking me. My man was serious eye candy and I loved running my fingers over all the colorful tattoos that decorated his body.
“Fuck me harder!”
Max growled, increasing his tempo as I bit down on his chest as the sheer animal nature of what he was doing took hold of me. He roared as I drew blood as my second climax washed through me. My pussy clenched his cock in quick waves as I came. It was this added stimulation that pushed him over the edge, too.
With a final thrust, he shot his load inside my cunt. The feel of his warm jets of sperm excited me. I thought it was a good thing I was on the pill, as the suddenness of this encounter left no time for condoms. Not that he ever wore them. He held onto me closely, breathing heavily as he recovered from the exertions of the previous few minutes.
Gasping for air myself, I tried to reign in the desire for more as the reason for me being here with him came rushing back. Taking the bull by the horns, so to speak, I whispered. “Max.”
“Hmm.” He uttered, his body still laying over mine.
“I really need to talk to you about the wedding.”
He groaned.
“It’s important Max.”
Sighing, he stood up and shook his head. “No, it’s not. We are getting married in three days. It’s all taken care of. There’s nothing to discuss.”
“Max,” I groaned. “Maybe we should postpone it until things settle around here.”
“Everything is fine.”
“No, it’s not and you know it.”
“We are not postponing the wedding,” he growled, grabbing my arms tightly, bringing my face close to his. “Listen to me clearly, woman. We are getting married in three days. So, get with the program.”
He’d never spoken to me that way before. I didn’t know what to say. Blinking at him, I tried to find some semblance of the man I fell in love with. All I saw was anger and fear. Something big was going on. I knew it now more than ever. I also knew that there was no talking to him when he was this way. So, when I nodded and went to move away from him, I was surprised when his grip tightened.