19. Max #2
I wanted it all. All of the bad, all of the good. Moments like these where for the first time, a man’s cock was deep inside my ass and I felt it all at once: the surrender I was so afraid of, and the power I’d never known I had.
“How are you still with me?” Draven whispered, the expression on his face wrecked as I squeezed around his cock. “How are you even possible? ”
“Because I’m falling in love with you. It pisses me off, and it feels too fast , but also too slow, somehow, at the same time.
I don’t think I care anymore. I don’t care about whether I should or shouldn’t be falling in love, but I am.
Real love, for the first time. And you deserve to know exactly how real, how possible, that is. ”
He looked frozen in place.
Speechless, for the first time.
Take it.
Take the truth like I’m taking your cock.
It hurts, and it’s what you need.
What we both fucking need .
I stayed on his cock as I leaned over the top of him, catching his mouth in a kiss. I was still adjusting to his size, still so full I felt like I might break, but feeling his lips on mine was what I needed.
I kissed him deeply, and he opened his mouth to me as I felt his cock throb inside me.
Too much.
And exactly what I want.
“You’re out of your fucking mind,” he murmured against my lips. “I can’t fall for you. I can’t fall in love with you?—”
“You don’t have to do anything in the world. You just have to believe me when I tell you that I love you , Draven.”
He growled against my mouth. His kiss was more feral than before, his teeth catching my lips, my tongue. The metal of his tongue ring clashing against my teeth, then sliding against my tongue as I opened deeper to him.
I was finally starting to adjust to his cock inside me and I tried to bounce up and down on it, hurting myself more.
Kissing his mouth while he fucked me.
Taking him.
Letting him take me.
I’d told him my truth—all of it, without fear. I knew he might toss it back in my face. I knew that admitting that I was falling for him was a risk that threatened more pain than any moment of anything physical.
And I welcomed it all.
He started to fuck me in earnest, now. With every slow thrust the pain receded, starting to give way to pure pleasure. It had been worth it.
Draven was all physicality now. His hands came down around my waist as I started to buck up and down on his cock.
I knew I’d pissed him off.
I also knew he fucking loved it.
That was how everything seemed to go, with him: I had to make him believe . And I was rewarded with the best thing I’d ever fucking felt in my life.
The head of his cock shoved up against my prostate as he fucked me. I felt his fingertips dig into my waist.
“It’s going to hurt you, Max.”
“It’s already been hurting.”
“ Loving me ,” he roared. “It is going to hurt you.”
“Then let it,” I said, my words breaking off into a deep moan as he pushed his cock all the way into me again.
“Max.”
“I’m not fragile,” I told him. “I don’t break. I can take all of you . And I’m ready for it, Draven.”
“I love you,” he finally said, his voice low, like he was hypnotized. “God fucking damn it. I love you. I’m never going to be able to stop.”
“Good.”
“I’m too much, Max. I’ll need you. I’ll want to claim you and make you mine.”
“Like I wasn’t already?”
His eyes were like two smoldering fires. “You’re perfect for me.”
“Then fuck the come out of me. I’ve never had a cock inside me before and I’m losing my mind ? — ”
He hummed, bucking his hips upward in a quick motion, revealing just how much leverage he had beneath me.
It hit a spot even deeper inside me and I swore under my breath as he hit the new angle.
“Fist around your cock. Now.”
In a flash, Draven moved one hand back to tease his fingertips around the ring of my hole as he fucked me. He prodded at it, as if he was threatening to push another finger inside me.
A finger beside his cock, stretching me even further.
“I’ll kill you if you do that,” I growled.
“Is that right?”
His fingertip continued to tease at me, occasionally pressing a little harder, more little threats.
Each time, my cock throbbed.
Hating it.
Loving it.
I did as Draven said, starting to pump my cock as he fucked my ass.
Every time he teased a little more pain out of me his eyes flared wide, and I looked down at him.
My sick-minded, twisted fucking monster .
No one had ever gotten to me like this.
He had me wrapped around him, and all I wanted was to have him fucking want me as much as I wanted him.
“We are fucked,” he said, shaking his head a little. “You’d let me ruin your life .”
“I’d let you destroy me,” I told him.
“I love you,” he uttered, his voice thick with lust. “I love every fucking thing about you. You’re going to come for me. Harder than you ever have before.”
“I know,” I breathed.
His cock pumped harder into me. I gripped my dick tight in my fist as I felt him try to slide a finger in alongside his cock in me.
It wouldn’t fit, but the pressure of him trying was enough to send me over the edge.
“Need you,” I uttered. “Need to come. I’m going to fucking come for you?—”
“Give me everything .”
I felt it build up inside me suddenly, like a storm about to spill out from the sky. Sensation built low at the base of my cock, my balls tightening as Draven used his hips to shove his cock deep into me.
I realized that he was coming, too. I could feel the pulses of his cock each time, and he looked at me like he was merging into me.
You have all of me.
Absolutely fucking everything .
I was reduced to nothing but sensation.
The heat of my skin.
The heavy fullness of his cock inside me.
I came as he hit that perfect spot inside me, his other hand coming down to cup my balls as I came, like he was milking every drop out of me. I whispered his name as I came all over my own fist, his abs, and up to his chest, painting him in white.
I fell over him, my lips grazing his, a desperate, haphazard kiss. His tongue came out to slide along my lower lip, tasting me.
He was still deep inside.
My heart was still pounding like I’d just run a marathon.
And as he slid out of me, the most surprising thing was that I looked at his face and saw him smile.
A pure, genuine smile, looking at me like he was still one hundred percent here with me.
He wasn’t saying it was a mistake, or that it was the end of something.
Finally, he’d let a wall drop. I felt like I’d broken some code. Like I was behind the castle walls now—in his home, in his heart— and there was no longer any going back.
Draven wasn’t broken. He never had been.
He’d just been hiding.