Page 48 of Forbidden Forever

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Max’s teeth graze my throat, his mouth sucking lightly as he drags it down to my collarbone, and I buck against his hand, mewling with frustration. “Please–” I gasp, grinding down on his fingers as he strokes them inside of me. Just as I feel nearly on the verge of tears with the need to come, he drags his fingers out of me, pushing them up between my folds to stroke them over my throbbing clit.

“Max!” I shriek his name, the cry swallowed by his lips crashing down onto mine before anyone can hear. The moment his fingers rub against my stiff, swollen clit, I start to come. The orgasm tears through me, stiffening my legs and arching my back, a cataclysm of pure pleasure as I bow backward, my head caught in Max’s other hand so that he can keep his lips on mine, swallowing the sounds of ecstasy.

I buck against him, my leg hooking over his as I arch into him, hips grinding against his cock as he keeps circling my clit, prolonging my climax as I drench his fingers with my arousal, wetter than I ever have been in my life.

The moment I start to go lax against him, Max groans. “I can’t wait,” he whispers, his voice almost desperate as he breaks the kiss and looks up, as if to see if there are any signs of movement from inside the house. “I have to taste you–you’re sofuckingwet. I want you to drench my fucking face while you’re still sensitive from coming–”

If I’d been asked any other time, I would have said there wasn’t an exhibitionist bone in my body, that I wouldn’t risk getting caught like this for anything. But in this moment, not only do I want Max to do exactly that–I can feel a fresh flood of arousal rippling through me and gathering between my thighs at the thought of him eating me out right here, where anyone could come out and see us.

“Yes,” I whisper breathlessly, arching against his still-circling fingers. “Please–”

“Please, what?” Max asks hoarsely, pressing his fingers tighter against my clit. “Ask me, Sasha. Ask me to lick your pussy until you come on my face.”

Oh god.I’m trembling from desire as I suck in a shaky breath, already on the slow climb to another climax as I do what he asks.

“Please,” I whisper again. “Please eat my pussy, Max. I want to come for you. I want to come on your face so hard–”

I can feel myself flushing as the words slip out, but it’s not as hard as I’d thought it would be. Idowant it, more than anything. The words are barely out of my mouth before Max has me on my back, his hands already pushing up my skirt as he pulls me lower on the lounge, spreading my thighs open with both hands.

Even though I know what’s coming, I gasp as his fingers hook in the edge of my panties, dragging them down my hips in one hard, swift motion that leaves me shuddering with anticipation. As I watch, he balls them up in one hand, grinning wickedly as he shoves them into his pocket with a sort of lewd confidence that I’ve never seen in him before.

I like the version of Max that’s committed to enjoying this.

“So no one finds them later,” he says with a lopsided smirk. “Or–maybe because I want them for myself.”

“They weren’t even sexy,” I whisper weakly, hardly able to think. The most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, the man I want more than anything else in the world, is between my thighs, looking at me as if I’m a meal he can’t wait to devour.

“They’re drenched with you,” Max murmurs, firmly spreading my legs wider as his lips brush against the inside of my knee. “Anything with the taste and scent of you on it is the sexiest thing I could ask for.”

His lips drag higher, up my thigh, closer and closer to where I’m aching for him with a desperation that feels nearly frantic, despite the fact that I came only minutes ago. “Nothing turns me on as much as knowing that I can do this to you,” he says softly, the words warm against my skin as his lips come close to the apex of my thighs. His fingers brush between them as he speaks, opening my folds for him as his mouth comes so close to my pussy that I can feel the heat of his breath. “Knowing how wet you are for my fingers, for my tongue, my cock–forme. It makes me so fucking hard it hurts–and I’d stay that way if it meant eating you all fucking night.”

And then, just as I’m about to arch up against his mouth, desperate for it, Max spreads me wide with his fingers and slides his tongue over my entrance, lapping me up.

He groans as he tastes me, the sound mingling with my moan of pleasure as his tongue slides higher, teasing my sensitive inner folds as he travels up toward my aching clit. My thighs are already trembling by the time he slides his tongue over it, circling the swollen flesh as he licks me in slow, steady circles that have me pressing my hand over my mouth to stop from moaning so loudly thateveryonewould be able to hear me.

He keeps that up for a long time, licking my clit in the same perfect rhythm again and again, holding me open for his tongue to explore, keeping me on the knife’s edge of pleasure. Even now, after only having been together like this a few times, he knows how to manipulate my pleasure with breathtaking accuracy. I can’t imagine what it will be like a year from now, five years, when he knows my body intimately.

“Max–” I breathe his name, my hips rocking against his tongue, my entire body trembling. “I need to come–”

“Oh?” He looks up at me, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he flicks his tongue over my clit again, all of what he’s doing on display for me to see with the way he has me spread apart. “Are you going to come for me like a good girl, Sasha?”

“Yes.” The word is a breathless gasp, a plea that rises on the end of the word with a helpless, begging squeak. Max flashes me a brilliant, wickedly handsome grin, before his lips fasten around my clit to suck, and I see stars.

I bite down on my knuckles to keep from screaming, the pleasure exploding through me like a rocket; every nerve and inch of my skin dazzled with sensation. His tongue is still fluttering over my clit as his lips create a tight suction around it. As my climax peaks and ripples over me, I feel him push two fingers into my tight, clenching pussy as a groan vibrates over my flesh. I can feel the flood of my arousal gushing out over his lips and chin, drenching him just as he’d said he wanted, as I come harder than ever before on his tongue and fingers.

“Oh god, Sasha–” Max’s voice is breathless as he grips my thighs, his lips still brushing against my sensitive folds. “I don’t think I can–I don’t think I can make it to our room. I need to be inside of you so fucking badly–”

He moves up onto the lounge, hovering over me, and I can see the evidence clearly, his cock so hard that I can’t imagine how he’s managed this long. Before he can say another word, my fingers are working feverishly at his belt, undoing it as I yank down his zipper.

“Sasha, I don’t think–” he starts to say, but by the time the words are spoken, I already have his cock out, my hand wrapped around the hot, straining length, and I canfeelthe moment that Max forgets how to speak.

There’s no going back after that moment, as my hand tightens around his throbbing cock. His mouth comes crashing down on mine, hand planted by my head as my legs go around his hips. His hand replaces mine on his cock as he angles himself between my thighs, his entire body shuddering with the force of his need.

“Oh god, oh god, Sasha, ohfuck–” he groans as the swollen head presses against my slick entrance. “God, you still feel so fucking tight–”

His cock feels huge, bigger than I remember, and even as wet as I am, I feel the stretch of it as he pushes the first inch inside of me. I clench down around him the moment his cock slips into me, moaning into the kiss as the pleasure of him filling me sweeps over me, lighting every over-stimulated nerve in my body on fire. He groans, hips bucking as he pushes deeper still.

“I need you–” Max’s forehead presses against mine. “Oh god, I don’t care if we get caught. I was just going to do this for a second, just a second–but I can’t–fuck.” His hips rock against me, pushing his rigid cock deeper into me, against the clenching tightness as my body locks around him, wanting to keep him there. “I need to fuck you. I need–”


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