Chapter 23 #2
With his thumb he rubs my clit with purpose as his fingers fuck me much harder this time, setting off my orgasm. I call out his name as I shatter around his thick digits. My muscles contract around him, my body shaking and humming with delight, soaking his hand with my orgasm.
“Good fucking girl.” He keeps moving his fingers in and out of me, much slower now, over and over, massaging my inner walls, pulling every last piece of pleasure from my body.
Max covers my mouth with his lips, swallowing my moans of ecstasy as I continue to fall apart.
He slips his tongue into my mouth, and a rush of desire sends goosebumps across my skin as our kisses grow more urgent. We clash fiercely, gasping for air, our tongues and teeth tangled together. Heavy breaths and low groans spill from us as the intensity builds.
“I fucking need to be inside you,” he rasps between kisses, removing his fingers from my dripping wet core, pulling a regretful moan from my chest. I’m already missing the feeling of fullness.
I clasp his face between my hands and tell him, “I want to feel you inside me.” It’s wrong of me, of us, to be doing this.
But I need him, and my mind and body aren’t giving me any choice.
They’re overriding any rational thoughts that are telling me we shouldn’t be doing this.
“I need to see you, all of you.” I want to see what I felt in the dark and what I saw on camera.
I want to see his muscles and explore the deep divots and undulations of his incredible hard body.
His answer is a quick command. “Stand up.” Then he’s on his feet, lifting me into the air.
On autopilot, I wrap my legs around his waist, toeing my shoes off behind his back, making them land with a loud thud against the floor. I thread my arms around his neck as he carries me with ease as if I’m a feather, striding into the lit bedroom, his cock easily finding my pussy.
I lower myself onto his cock as he walks, teasing the tip. He’s rock solid and much thicker than his three fingers. Hell, I hope I can take him.
“Condom, Bunny,” he affirms, looking over my shoulder to see where he’s going. “Such a needy little thing. Do you want my cock that bad?” He chuckles darkly.
So bad. But shit, where is my mind at?
“I’m not on the pill, Max.” I have no need for contraception; that was, until today.
With ease, he lifts me off the head of his cock and lays me down on the bed, reaching past me, the crinkle telling me it’s a condom. “Move up the bed,” he whispers in my ear.
I shuffle up the mattress while he stands at the foot of the bed, and with fascination, I watch as he rips the condom, my eyes dropping down his athletic physique. And holy shit. If I thought he had a nice body on camera, it’s nothing compared to the real thing.
“Spread your legs for me,” he demands, rolling the condom on then stroking his cock as he stares at my pussy when I bend my knees, resting my feet on the bed, doing as he asks.
“Fucking beautiful.” His voice lulls me into relaxation. He’s told me dozens of times he thinks I’m beautiful, and I think I’m starting to believe he really means it and it isn’t just a pickup line of his.
Like a lion stalking his prey, he crawls up the bed toward me, and I spread my legs even more to accommodate his huge frame.
Hovering over me, I look up into his eyes, my hands embarking on their own adventure, exploring every hard muscle of his body and causing goosebumps to scatter across his tan skin.
I skate my hands over every luscious part of him, not missing an inch of his incredible physique.
He’s buff and huge compared to any man I’ve ever been with.
His body feels exquisite, and he’s all man, which I find intoxicating.
One time with him might not be enough to satisfy this need I have inside me. It’s greedy, needs feeding and wants to consume him in the way I want him to consume me.
As I move my hands farther down his body, my urgency takes over and I wrap his hard cock in my hand and glide it through my fist. I can’t wait any longer for his thickness and length to be inside me.
He hisses at my touch as I stroke him up and down, then he lowers himself and brushes his lips over mine, and I grip his cock harder this time, which he seems to like, and makes his brain freeze. He stops kissing me, his mouth open against mine, on the verge of losing control.
I wrap his waist with my legs, guiding him toward my wet center, letting him know my intentions.
“Paige,” he breathes against my lips, a soft sigh escaping him.
He doesn’t need to say what he’s feeling, I feel it too. This unspoken pull, and unexplained connection, as we tip the scales between restraint and surrender.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, barely able to string a sentence together.
In one hard thrust, Max fills me up, gloriously stretching me. We both groan at the same time, knowing we can’t go back, can’t take back our forbidden actions, or this moment that I will remember for the rest of my life.
“Shit.” He lays his forehead on mine. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”
“It’s Bunny, not baby, to you,” I tease, shifting my hips to push him into me more.
He smiles lazily then kisses me, fucking my mouth with his tongue as he begins to move and expertly fucks me, undulating his hips in waves.
My body comes alive with every move. And it’s wrong of me to want him, but doing this with him feels so right.
He doesn’t like you as much as you think he does; this is just fucking around, a way for you to get him out of your thoughts.
Something shifts in the air between us and when he lays his forearms on either side of my head and fucks me like he owns my body, all I see is him. I can no longer keep ignoring the connection we have.
But you have to, Paige.
“I don’t want to ever stop doing this with you,” he pants, moving his hand to grab my ass as if needing more leverage. His cock fills me in pleasurable ways, rubbing my inner walls, teasing another orgasm from me.
With his other hand he pulls at my nipple, rolling it between his fingers, then pinches it, making it harden.
He moves his mouth to my other nipple, continuing to fuck me into the mattress, much faster now, as he sucks my nipple into his hot mouth.
I rock my hips against him, fingers clutching the back of his neck, silently begging for more.
His mouth devours my hardened nipple, lashing it with his tongue before biting and nipping just enough to make me gasp.
Then he shifts to the other, lavishing it with even more attention, drawing out a moan I can’t contain.
I silently plead for him to head north and kiss me again. But instead, he continues to flick his tongue over one hardened nipple, then the other, teasing and biting at it before capturing it between his teeth again. The sharp jolt of pleasure shoots straight to my pussy.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs against my skin.
He runs his tongue around the edge of my nipple, slow and deliberate, before taking it fully into his mouth. Then he bites, much harder this time, and the sudden spike of sensation nearly rips a scream from my throat. It’s almost too much but I never want it to stop.
“Kiss me,” I beg as I claw at him.
When he reaches my lips, we attack each other’s mouths as he really begins to fuck me.
“I won’t last,” he pants, shaking his head. “Your pussy is so fucking tight.”
Thank you, Pilates, for pelvic floor exercises.
“Give me everything you’ve got,” I beg him as the ferocious pent-up tension builds as he rocks and thrusts furiously back and forth, moving in and out, his heavy balls slapping off my ass. It’s everything I know I’ve been living without and everything I’m missing in my life.
I grab his sculpted ass, slamming his thick cock into me, deeper, my neck arching back as pleasure floods my body. He takes this as an invitation to bite my neck, licking and sucking on it, sending my senses into overdrive.
A whimper leaves my lungs and I dig my nails into his flesh when the head of his cock rubs my G-spot.
I don’t care if this only lasts a few minutes; I need to come. I need him to come.
Now.
“Max.” His name comes out of my mouth in a hiss.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” His fingers grip my hip with bruising force, and I wrap my legs tighter around him as he drives deeper with every earth-shattering thrust, each one stealing the breath from my lungs.
I reach up and thread my fingers through his hair, pulling the strands at the back of his head, and guide his mouth back to mine.
“Fuck me faster, Max.” I arch my back and let out a long moan as a wave of pleasure crests through me, which he senses.
“You’re close. Your pussy is clenching my cock.”
“Yes,” I hiss.
He hammers into me at lightning speed when his cock hits my G-spot again, once, then twice and a third time, and my orgasm erupts through my body.
A shockwave of molten heat tears through me as I tumble over the edge of pleasure, a surge of indescribable bliss flooding every inch of my skin.
I come undone and the release I feel is otherworldly as a kaleidoscope of color bursts behind my eyes, my moans bouncing off the walls of the suite we’re in.
My body is buzzing. Alive.
The sexual tension that’s been simmering between Max and me for hours—no, days; months—finally shatters as I surrender to him, letting him fuck me through my orgasm.
Like a backdraft waiting to explode, we’ve been smothering our need for each other, locking our feelings away. The heat between us has been building, unbearable and unchecked, and all it took was the smallest breath of air to ignite the wildfire we’ve become.
My orgasm doesn’t stop; it rises again as he pushes me quickly into another wave of pleasure.
Breathing harder, we pant against one another, mouths open as I yell into his throat to fuck me like he’s never fucked anyone else.
I clutch his solid, sweat-slicked body, unwilling to let go. My skin hums, alive with sensations I haven’t experienced in what feels like forever, but honestly, nothing has ever felt like this. It’s raw, electric, like we were meant to find our way to each other.
Our impending release hovers. It’s volatile and near combustion as he drives into me with wild urgency. The massive bed slams into the wall, but neither of us cares who might hear; we’re too far gone. I feel unhinged, unbalanced on the edge of something explosive.
Desperate, I drop my legs and dig my heels into the mattress, thrusting my hips up to meet his. Sparks shoot up my spine, radiating through my core and thighs. My body trembles, the pressure mounting, higher, higher, until I break, shattering beneath the weight of it all.
I come again.
And he comes with me.
He roars my name like it’s the only word that has ever come out of his mouth and it feels a lot like ownership.
Breathless and trembling, our bodies clench, grind, and convulse in unison as the high slowly fades. He moves within me in dreamy, lazy strokes until he stills completely, relishing the quiet afterglow.
I’m overwhelmed with contentment, a deep, aching happiness. Tiny sparks of ecstasy shimmer across my hot, sweat-slicked skin as he presses soft, reverent kisses along my neck and shoulder, and I melt into him like warm liquid gold.
No one has ever made me feel the way he does.
He’s stirred something primal inside me, a desire I thought had long gone quiet.
Now that he’s touched me this way, I know I’ll never be the same.
He’s awakened my need for more.
And he may have ruined me, for anyone else, forever.