21
SASHA
I’M GOING TO FUCK YOU NOW.
The words, tumbling roughly from Max’s mouth, set me on fire. It feels as if the world is exploding around me, as if I have emotional whiplash from the sudden change from fighting to this–me pressed against the wall, his hard body leaning into mine, my legs wrapped around him. I know that this is a bad idea, that it won’t change anything, and that this is just us erupting again the way we always do, but I can’t stop it. I want him too badly, like an obsession, a drug, his temptation, and mine, and I know in the deepest parts of my soul that I’ll never be able to tell him no.
“Tell me, no, and I’ll stop,” he pants against my mouth. “But if you don’t–”
There’s no part of me that could, or wants to, tell him no. I feel his cock pressing against me, pushing into me with that tight, burning stretch that feels as good as it hurts at first, always a little too big for me before I adjust. I reach up, my hands tangling in his hair as my legs tighten around him. I want him inside of me, hard and hot, fast and angry, and I can feel the emotion swelling inside of him, ready to give me exactly what it is that I need.
His hips jerk forwards suddenly, thrusting into me with a sudden force that makes me gasp and cry out, his cock filling me up in a way that I know no one else ever could. I feel him go rigid with the pleasure of it as he pins me to the wall, my body tightening around him, wanting to keep him as deep inside of me as I can.
I want to hold onto him, to never let him go, with a force that steals my breath away. All I can feel is liquid heat running through my veins, a hot and fervent desire that makes me feel as if I’m losing my mind. I’m afraid of this, of what he makes me feel, of the fact that every time we do this, I feel like I’ll die if I ever lose it for good.
But I can’t stop.
Max breaks the kiss, his hazel eyes fixing on mine, wild with lust. He looks feverish with need, fierce and dangerous in a way that I’ve never seen before, and it sets me on fire more than ever.
I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
My hands reach for the front of his shirt as his hand slides up under mine, fisting in the material, tearing buttons loose so I can touch his skin as he cups my breast. I yank his shirt open, my fingers trailing over the soft dark hair on his chest, tracing his muscles, the solid, steady thrust of his cock punctuating every touch. I arch my hips against him, pulling his straining cock deeper into me. I scratch at his chest with my nails as he thrusts harder, fierce and wild, as if I finally broke past the final layer of control that Max has held onto for so long.
It’s too much, and it’s everything I want, all at once.
His other hand comes up, wrapping in my hair and pulling my head back as his cock pounds into me, my nails digging into his flesh as his gaze holds mine. “Tell me you want this,” he snarls, a furious lust in his voice beyond anything I’ve heard before. “Tell me, Sasha. Tell me you wantme.”
I shake my head, tears of frustration and pleasure welling up in my eyes as his pelvis grinds against my clit with every thrust, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. “Of course I want you,” I cry out, a low moan slipping from my lips. “All I ever want is you–”
I barely have time to finish speaking before his mouth comes crashing down on mine, his cock thrusting into me with a force that tears the breath from my lungs. I cry out, the sound lost in the kiss, my legs holding him tightly to me as I claw at his chest, his cock driving into me to the hilt again and again. It’s pain and pleasure all at once, violence and love, hurt and need and desire, and the wild, frothing knowledge of how much we’re both losing with every step away from each other.
Max grabs my wrists suddenly, pinning my hands above my head as he fucks into me hard, his cock filling me, stretching me with every forceful thrust as he pins me hard to the wall, his mouth devouring mine. He kisses me hard and deep and wild. Then one broad hand clasps both of my wrists above me as the other sinks into my hair again, a deep groan vibrating against my mouth as his hand fists in my hair almost too roughly for pleasure.
“I–need–” His words are lost in the kiss as he slides out of me, just the tip of his cock held within my clenching, aching pussy before he thrusts back into me, hard, as deeply as he can go.
“Ohgod, I fucking need you so much.”
I feel the words vibrating down to my very core, down to my soul, as Max holds me there, his hips grinding against me, his breath nothing but short, tortured gasps as he fills me. “I can’t lose you–”
The words cut me down to my soul as his hand drags down my body, cupping and squeezing my breast, pinching at my nipple before his hand slides between us, teasing the slick hard nub of my clit as he groans against my lips.
“Come for me, Sasha–”
I’m so very close, on the brink, and as Max thrusts into me hard, I can’t breathe. I can’t think of anything but how fucking good he feels, how much I want this, how much I wanthim. It feels glorious and devastating all at once, exchanging pleasure now for the pain I know I’ll feel later, but right now, I can’t bring myself to care.
“Come for me–”
I feel myself crash over the edge, his mouth swallowing my cries as I arch and convulse against him, his hand in my hair and his cock buried so deeply inside of me that I feel impaled on him, driving into me again and again as I tighten, my pussy spasming down the length of him as I cry out his name against his lips.
I twist my hands free of his grasp, burying them in his hair, tilting my head back so that I can look into his heated, lust-filled gaze.
“Your turn,” I whisper, and I arch against him, grinding my hips with every thrust as a groan of pure pleasure tears from Max’s lips.
“If I ever see another man touch you–” Max’s forehead presses against mine, his breaths coming harder, faster. “I can’t fucking stand it, Sasha. No matter how hard I try–”
I feel him hardening, throbbing, his cock sinking into me in rough, quick thrusts that leave me panting on the brink again, very close to a second orgasm. I feel overwhelmed with pleasure, bursting at the seams with it, and Max lets out another pleasured groan as he thrusts into me hard, his body shuddering.
“I want to come so fucking deep in you that you can taste it–” His hand tangles in my hair again, his lips crushed against mine, and Ifeelhim coming, feel him pouring into me, a hot rush that fills me up. Neither of us remembers that he should pull out, that he shouldn’t come in me like this, and neither of us could have stopped if he did. Ineedto feel him like this, buried inside of me, filling me with his cum until I can feel it between us, sticky against my thighs as he fills me with more than I can take.