His lip curled. “Oh, you’re gonna get it, sweetheart, there’s no way I can stop now.”
“Then why—”
“Because you’ve gotta get off first.” He ground his ridiculously large cock against her thigh. “You feel that? I need to get all the way inside you, Jules and for that, you’re gonna need to be wet. Like really fucking wet.”
Julia whimpered. “I want to come on your cock.”
“I’ll make it happen again. I’ll fuck you so good you’ll think you died and went to heaven, but I need you dripping wet first.”
“Okay, okay.” Julia closed her eyes, determined to get off as quickly as possible. Every second Max wasn’t fucking her was a second he could change his mind.
“You need anything else?”
“Faster. And keep talking to me.”
“Sure thing.” Max pumped his fingers inside her, filling the air with the sound of her slick sex. “The day you wore those white shorts to work I thought about making up some excuse and coming down to the computer room. See, I knew, I just fuckingknewyou weren’t wearing panties beneath those shorts. No lines, not a single fucking shadow. Was I wrong?”
Julia shook her head. She remembered that day, remembered seeing Max in the parking lot and hoping he’d snuck a look at her ass.
“Yeah, I thought so. Your bare pussy was getting cupped by those shorts. They were rubbing against your clit the way my hand is now.”
She pushed back against the cage of Max’s body, the resistance as arousing as his fingers.
Julia’s pussy contracted. “Fuck, Max, I’m so close.”
“You made me jealous of a pair of fuckingshorts,Julia. If I had gotten my hands on you that day, I would have laid you out on a desk and screwed you ’til you screamed.”
Julia squirmed against his touch, climax swelling inside her, fierce as the man who was making it happen. “More.”
He grunted in her ear. “After I’m done fucking you, I’m gonna bury my face in your pussy. I’m gonna lick your clit, finger your cunt, play with your ass. You’re gonna come like a porn star on my mouth.”
“Max.”
“That’s it, say my name.”
Usually, climax turned her body to stone but this was so raw, so surreal all Julia could do was thrash against the hard cage Max formed around her. She shrieked and shuddered and cursed enough to kill several fairies. Max didn’t slow down, he kept stroking against her G-spot until she did something she’d only ever done once before; gushed into his open palm. It was as excruciating as she remembered, painfully pleasurable, completely unable to be stopped. She cried out in arousal and embarrassment, genuinely trying to pull away before Max noticed, her limbs weaker than a paper doll’s.
“Holy fuck.” Max sounded awestruck. “That is the hottest fucking thing.”
Evidently he wasn’t traumatized. He kept his fingers working, pulling moisture onto his palm. Aftershocks heaved through Julia’s body, making her abs ache. “Enough,” she gasped. “Can’t take it.”
Max made a frustrated sound but withdrew, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean. “Fucking hell that was hot.”
“You don’t…you didn’t think it was gross?”
He laughed, a pained kind of laugh. “Are you kidding me? That’s like every man’s fantasy, making a girl do that.”
Julia relaxed and noticed Max’s cock was steel-hard, his briefs dotted with pre-cum. She doubted, despite his promise, that she was capable of climaxing again, but there was no way in hell she was letting this night end without having sex with Max. She rolled onto her back, noting the strange pattern the carpet had mashed into her breasts and stomach. “Can we fuck now?”
“Hell yeah, we’re gonna—” Max’s face fell. “Condoms. I don’t have any condoms.”
Julia smiled. “I have condoms. Three condoms, in fact.”
He frowned and she poked her tongue out at him. “Hey, I’m a modern woman. Who knows when you’re going to bang a cop against a piece of industrial carpet?”
His smile was strained. “It’s not that, it’s just…What brand are they?”
“I dunno, usual brand. Whatever’s cheapest.”