Part 27 (2/2)

Ugh. That would suck.

But Max, being Max, was cool as a cuc.u.mber. ”Okay, baby. I'll be an hour or two at most. You make sure you have your cell on you at all times, and if there's an emergency-”

She cut him off with, ”Yeah, Dad. I know. If there's an emergency, go across the street to Uncle Nik's.”

He sighed and leaned down to kiss her forehead. ”You're a good girl.”

Ceecee smiled softly then wheeled herself over to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. ”Thanks for showing me how to make cookies.”

I smiled down at her. ”Anytime, honey. You're a fast learner.”

We said our goodbyes and the second I sat in the truck, Max turned to me, eyeing my body. ”You know the second we get to your apartment, your a.s.s is mine.”

Well, darn it. I liked the sound of that.

Speaking on a whisper, I closed my eyes and told him, ”You are not to speak to me for the duration of this car ride. Trust me, it's for your own good.” We drove in silence, but Max had a hold of my hand, playing with my fingers, and the closer we came to my apartment, the harder I had to squeeze my legs together. It had been too long.

We exited the car and walked up the stairs leisurely, like a normal couple, but as soon as I opened the door to my apartment, I was pushed inside and the door was slammed shut. Panting, I looked up at him in shock. ”Holy Jesus, if you're going to push me around, you better be prepared to f.u.c.k me like you own me.”

He stared at me wide-eyed. After a moment, he breathed, ”Dios mio, you're f.u.c.king perfect.” Then, he looked over at the kitchen counter and hesitated. ”Next time. The first time you take my c.o.c.k, I want to see your face.”

Oh snap.

I was starting to like bossy Max. He moved towards me, and as if it were ch.o.r.eographed, he dipped his face to mine the moment I lifted mine to his. We kissed slowly, savoring each other's taste. He ate at my lips, growling, and I gasped in delight. This was a side of Max I had yet to see.

He pulled at my tee, slipping it over my head, leaving me in a white cotton bra. I sc.r.a.ped my nails at the bottom of his black tee and he pulled it off one-handed. With his lips on mine, I worked at the rest of his clothing in a daze. Somehow, I managed to pull his sweats down his hips. He must've already removed his shoes, but I don't remember him doing it. Max reached down to unb.u.t.ton my jeans, but I beat him to it.

He walked me backwards to my room, pus.h.i.+ng me back onto the soft, clean covers of my bed. As I lay there, breathing heavily, he slid my jeans down my legs. Then it was just us, nothing in between.

With white cotton panties to match my white cotton bra, I leaned up on my elbows to find Max staring down at my body, palming himself through his silver silky boxers. I moaned out loud as my p.u.s.s.y convulsed. Hard. Unintentionally, my body jerked and I cupped myself to stop a premature o.r.g.a.s.m.

A choked noise escaped Max. I peeked through one eye to look at him. Gripping himself tight through the thin material, he closed his eyes and muttered a tormented, ”Not again.”

No, no, no. This session was going to last, by thunder!

Reaching up to the front of my bra, I unhooked myself and held the two cups firmly in my grasp. ”Max.” He opened his eyes as I let the bra fall down my arms, freeing my b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

He took a step forward, pulled me up, and then lifted me up, into him. I wrapped my legs around his hips and wound my arms around his neck. He turned and sat on my bed, leaving me in his lap. The moment I loosened my hold on him, he lowered his mouth and captured one taut bud between his lips, sucking while groaning. I gasped and raked my hands through his hair, tangling my fingers through it. I hadn't even noticed myself rubbing against him 'til he swapped sides, showering the other nipple with much needed affection.

I was soaked. As in, soaked. My panties were officially a write-off. He gently bit my nipple then laved it with his tongue, knowing the perfect amount of pain to inflict to make it feel good. I was beginning to feel spoiled. With his arms around me, he pulled me deeper into his mouth as he sucked and bit and licked me. The pressure was starting to build. I didn't want it to end so quickly. Leaning back slightly, I cupped his cheeks, bringing his face back to mine for a deep, tender kisses, and he took them like a starving man needing those kisses to survive.

My cheeks flushed pink and my body burning up, I needed more.

Sliding off his lap, I stood in front of him, taking his hands and placing them on the elastic of my panties. He got the hint. He got it real quick. His fingers gripped the hem of the small panties and tugged them down my legs.

I was naked. And I loved it. I felt powerful. And that was rare. The way Max looked at me made me feel s.e.xy. The man had no poker face. He liked what he saw. His twitching erection also liked what it saw. It was his turn to stand and he stood tall. His olive skin looked good enough to lick, so I did.

Leaning forward, my lips hovered at his nipple a split second before I placed my lips around it, biting it gently. His stomach jerked and a low growl sounded in his throat. I wanted to show him what he had done for me. Clearly, I had.

I rested my fingertips on the elastic of his boxers. This was it. This was where it got serious. I mentally prepared myself. I was ready for it. Hooking my fingers through the elastic, I slid the silky boxers down, slowly. As the material pa.s.sed his hips, his erection sprang free and my lips parted. I wanted it in my mouth again, but there would be no time today. I needed Max, and I needed all of him.

He gently laid me down in the center of my bed and covered my naked body with his, warming me. My hands roamed his body as his lips searched mine. He was such a contrast to me. I was soft. He was hard, everywhere. I was pale. He was bronzed.

As his hand trailed the length of my leg, he grasped behind my knee, lifting my leg up onto his hip. Gently nudging my other leg, I spread enough for him to fit in the s.p.a.ce between them. He lowered himself onto me a second time, but this time, it felt different. His hot, hard length rested between my wet folds and it was incredible.

He peered down into my face, shallowly thrusting against my wet flesh. He knew what he was doing, and I was grateful for it. I would not be faking an o.r.g.a.s.m today! Yay, me!

Lowering his face to mine, he bit my bottom lip gently, then muttered, ”I'm going to f.u.c.k you now.”

My nipples hardened against his chest, and I know he felt it, because he pressed his chest firmer to mine with a content sigh. Reaching down, he fisted himself. He brought the hot tip of his c.o.c.k to my wet entrance and gently worked my arousal onto him. He didn't thrust like a mad man. He pushed the head of his thick length into me, precise and controlled.

A gasp tore from my throat. I frantically reached up to grip his shoulders as my eyelids fluttered closed. Panting, I begged, ”More.”

Max had a hard time holding onto control. The muscles in his arms and stomach jumped and jutted about as he let out a strained, ”f.u.c.k me, you're tight.”

He pushed further into me, an inch at a time, and it was equal amounts pleasure and pain. But I felt his worry as his body stiffened over me. ”Am I hurting you?”

The truth was it did hurt a little, but I knew it would pa.s.s. I didn't want him to stop, so I said the only thing I could to fuel him on. ”Oh G.o.d, it hurts so good. More. Don't stop.”

A light thrust pushed him past the halfway point and I moaned out loud at the delicious friction. He worked himself in further with shallow thrusts until I was almost completely impaled. ”I'm gonna stop there. I don't want to hurt you, baby.”

Lifting my eyes to his, I glared at him. ”I want it all.”

He smiled softly down at me. ”Next time, baby. You haven't been touched for a long time, and I-”

Gripping his shoulders tight, I lifted my hips then thrust downward, his entire length spearing me. We moaned and groaned in unison. My heart raced. My breathing hollowed. He felt amazing. And he was inside of me. All of him. Breathless, I looked up, his golden eyes hooded and intense. I breathed, ”f.u.c.k me.”

And he did. He started thrusting, and a delicious throbbing started in my core. I thought I'd faint dead away from the intense pleasure of it. Max thrust harder, the sounds of our flesh connecting echoing throughout the room. I lifted my face and he met me halfway, taking my lips in deep, wet kisses reserved for the type of pa.s.sionate s.e.x we were having.

He gripped my hips, pulling me up into his thrusts, and the world around me faded away. My eyes closed for a single second before an unexpected o.r.g.a.s.m shook me. My eyes shot open as my body went numb with pure, unadulterated pleasure. Gasping, my lips parted. A low guttural moan was torn from me. My core contracted, hard, and I began to pulse around him.

I watched Max bite the inside of his cheek, his jaw ticking as his thrusts turned animalistic. He pounded into me, as if unable to stop himself. Basking in the delicious glow of my o.r.g.a.s.m, I lifted myself up onto my elbows and kissed his mouth, my tongue trailing his bottom lip.

He growled, face pained, and I knew he was close. Reaching up, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my b.r.e.a.s.t.s against him as he thrust into me. His arms tightened around my back, pulling me impossibly close. Panting into his ear, I whispered a hoa.r.s.e, ”You feel so good inside me.”

His body shuddered violently. He stilled, tipped his head back, and roared, pulling out a split second before he spilled warm come onto my stomach.

No condom. s.h.i.+t.

I'm sure we'd discuss our carelessness later on, but right now, we were both semi-comatose. Eyes closed, his chest heaved as if he'd run a marathon. Sounding tired, he mumbled, ”So good. So f.u.c.king good.” His sleepy eyes opened to peer down at me. ”You're incredible. And on a completely unrelated note, I think I love you.”

I chuckled. ”You can't declare love during s.e.x.” Grinning up at him, I added, ”Those are the rules.”

He laughed long and rough. With his c.o.c.k resting on my pubic bone, he lifted his hand, palm up. I lifted my own hand and we high-fived, both laughing at the ridiculousness of it. Sighing serenely, he stood and walked out of my room. I admired his taut b.u.t.t for only a moment before he came back with tissue. Then I admired his front. He wiped me down with a gentle hand before throwing the tissue into my bedside trashcan and climbing into my bed, molding himself to my back.

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