Chapter 7 - Maria
A shiver of anticipation runs through me at Max's words. I pull back, gazing up at him with half-lidded eyes.
"Then don't hold back," I tell him, "I want to taste you, Max."
He lets out a guttural growl, gripping my hair tighter as he pulls me back toward his throbbing arousal. I moan around him, taking him deeper into my mouth. The salty, musky taste of him is intoxicating, and I can feel the familiar heat building low in my belly.
Max's hips buck forward, his movements growing more erratic.
"Fuck, Maria, I'm not gonna last..." he groans.
Sensing his impending release, I pull back slightly, using my hand to stroke him in tandem with the movements of my mouth. Max's head falls back, a string of curses spilling from his lips.
"Shit, Maria, stop, I-I don't want to..." He trails off, chest heaving.
I release him with an obscene pop, looking up at him through my lashes.
"What, Max? You don't want to cum in my mouth?"
His eyes darken with raw desire.
"Oh, I do," he rasps. "But not yet."
Before I can react, he's hauling me to my feet and spinning me around.
"Bend over," he growls, pressing against my back.
I let out a shaky breath, arousal pulsing between my thighs.
"Max..."
"Do it," he orders, voice low and rough.
I comply without hesitation, bracing my hands against the wall in front of me. Max's palms slide down my sides, gripping my hips as he presses himself against my ass.
I can feel his throbbing cock pressing insistently, and I arch my back into him with a soft whimper.
"That's it, sweetheart," Max murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. "You feel how much I want you?"
I nod, unable to form coherent words. Every inch of me is aching to be touched, to be filled.
"Good." Max's hands slide under my skirt, fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties. "Because I plan to take you, right here, right now."
He pulls the flimsy fabric down with a swift tug, exposing me to his hungry gaze. I shiver, anticipation coiling tightly within me.
"Max, please..." I breathe, pressing my ass against him.
"Hold on tight. This is going to be one hell of a ride."
I gasp as he slides into me in one smooth, devastating stroke. The sensation of being so completely filled is almost overwhelming, and I have to bite my lip to hold back a moan.
"Fuck, Maria," Max groans, his grip on my hips tightening. "You feel incredible."
I nod shakily, pressing back against him.
"Don't stop," I plead, my voice barely above a whisper.
Max doesn't need to be told twice. He begins to move, setting a relentless, punishing pace. Each thrust drives the breath from my lungs, sparks of pleasure almost overwhelming me.
"That's it, take it," Max growls, his hips snapping forward with bruising force. "You're mine now, sweetheart."
"All yours, all yours... Fuck me harder!” I whimper.
He leans in, nipping at the sensitive skin of my neck.
"Beg for it, Maria. Let me hear how much you want it."
I don't even try to hold back, "I want it so bad, Max. Fuck me harder, please."
Max groans at my plea, his movements growing more frenzied.
"Yeah? You really want it harder?"
Without waiting for a response, he grips my hips with bruising force and starts pounding into me with merciless intensity. The smack of flesh-on-flesh echoes through the small room, mingling with our gasps and moans.
"Like this?" he growls, punctuating each word with a sharp snap of his hips. "Is this what you wanted, Maria?"
I can only whimper and nod, the powerful sensations robbing me of the ability to speak. My nails scrabble uselessly against the wall as I brace myself against his brutal onslaught.
"Take every damn inch," Max rasps, his breath hot against my neck.
My legs tremble, and my inner walls clench around his thick length. He feels so impossibly big, stretching me wide with each swing of his hips.
"M-Max, I can't..." I choke out, not even sure what I'm pleading for.
"Can't what?" he rumbles, not letting up for a second. "You know how to make me stop."
I shake my head frantically, using what little leverage I have to shove back against him.
"No, don't stop!"
"That's what I thought."
His fingers dig almost painfully into the soft flesh of my hips as he picks up the pace even more. The wet sounds of our bodies clashing echo obscenely, only fueling my arousal further.
"You're going to be feeling this for days," Max growls. "Every time you move, you'll be reminded of how thoroughly I claimed you."
I whine at his words, heat blossoming in my core. The thought of being marked by him, used for his pleasure, has me dangerously close to the edge.
Max seems to sense it, his thrusts growing faster and harder.
"Not yet, Maria," he rumbles. "I'm nowhere near done with you."
Unable to form a coherent response, I simply nod and surrender myself to the beautiful torment he's putting me through. Max rewards me with a low, satisfied groan.
"Good girl. Just let me take what I want."
I cry out, lost in the dizzying spiral of pleasure Max is inflicting upon me. My nails leave deep scratches on the wall as his relentless pace drives me higher and higher.
"Max, please..." I beg brokenly, no longer sure what I'm even begging for.
He lets out a harsh groan, hips thrusting once more.
"You want to cum? You're gonna have to earn it."
Before I can process his words, Max is pulling out of me entirely. I whine at the empty loss, turning to gaze at him with heavy-lidded eyes.
"On your knees," he rasps, voice thick with lust. "Open that pretty mouth for me."
I don't hesitate, sinking immediately to the floor in front of him. My lips part readily, inviting him closer as I stare up through lowered lashes.
Max fists a hand in my hair, using his grip to guide himself to my waiting mouth. The sweet and salty taste of my own arousal coats his length, and I swirl my tongue greedily to gather every drop.
"Fuck, yes..." he groans, feeding inch by incredible inch down my throat. "Always so eager to please me, aren't you?"
I try to nod around his thick girth, eyes watering slightly as he starts to thrust. Max tightens his hold, using it to set a steady rhythm that has me choking and sputtering.
"That's it, take it all," he growls hoarsely. "I want to feel the back of your throat with every stroke."
I moan weakly in response, surrendering to his brutal use of my mouth. Saliva runs in rivulets down my chin, mingling with the musky tang of his arousal.
Max's hips snap forward with increasing urgency, his release growing imminent. I can feel the thick veins pulsing against my tongue with every thrust.
"Getting close," he pants, still fucking my mouth, "You ready for me to fill that greedy little throat of yours?"
The words send a shudder through me, and I redouble my efforts. My tongue works feverishly along the underside of his shaft as I hollow my cheeks and suck hard.
Max's hips stutter, his chest rising and plummeting quickly, "Oh fuck, just like that. You want it, don't you? Want me to finish on your mouth?"
Unable to speak around his thick manhood, I simply nod and stare up at him pleadingly. Max's answering growl rumbles through his broad chest as his orgasm hits.
"Then open wide and take every fucking drop."