Chapter 39 Zack #2
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.” His words are choked out, as one of his hands comes to rest on my hip, while the other strokes up and down my back. “You still good?” His question is a strained one, and again I nod, my jaw clenching too hard to let out any words.
That’s all the permission he needs though, pushing in a tiny bit more, before drawing his hips back ever so slightly.
This time when he presses inside he goes deeper, the burn increasing tenfold, as I gasp out a curse.
He continues to stroke my body, taking his time pulling out and pushing back in, barely feeding me more with every gentle thrust. When his hips finally land flush with mine, the pain is almost unbearable, but he holds himself there and lets me get adjusted to his size.
“I feel like you’re ripping me apart,” I groan out, sweat gathering across my brow, and Max chuckles.
“I feel like I’m about to bust inside the tightest hole I have ever been in,” he seethes, almost like he’s angry about how good I feel.
I feel fuller than I ever thought possible, so I can only imagine how it must feel for him.
I took Lily’s ass last week and damn near lost my mind, especially when Max took her pussy, and we recreated that first threesome we had.
She was so fucking tight that I barely lasted two minutes from the second I got inside her, but it was heaven on earth.
Right now I feel like I’ve left earth, as Max pulls all the way back to his tip and then slides back in. “Ohmyfuckinggod,” I grumble, arching my back as he slips deeper inside of me.
His mouth starts to paint my skin with soft kisses and nips, trailing down my jaw, across my shoulder and back up again.
All the while whispering sweet praises against me.
“You feel perfect, so good for me, gonna fuck you so good,” he groans.
“Just breathe with me, baby, and I’ll make you feel so good.
” I inhale deeply, drawing in a big breath, before slowly letting it back out, his mouth still lavishing me with attention.
“Now lean up on your hands for me,” he commands, pulling off me slightly, and guiding me so I have my palms flat on my desk, and we are both back to a leaned over, standing position.
Once there his hand slips around and grips my cock, jerking me gently, as I continue to focus on my breathing.
And it doesn’t take long for me to forget about the fullness and the sting, not with his mouth and hand working me into a frenzy.
When he slowly starts to rock his hips back and forth, pulling in and out of me ever so slightly, I almost come on the spot.
Precum leaks from my tip and he gathers it on every upstroke, spreading it down my cock, while slowly starting to fuck me. “That’s it, Zack, you’re being so perfect for me.”
The burning and pressure I felt before becomes a distant memory, as the pace he sets starts to create a mindless pleasure that makes me forget my own name.
His hand works me over perfectly, his thumb brushing over my head on every single stroke, while his cock drags in and out of my ass.
It feels too good, too perfect, and fuck I want this again and again.
“Oh my god, don’t stop,” I cry, starting to push back against him, and he laughs again.
“I’m not stopping, baby, you feel like a fucking dream,” he hisses, as his thrusts start to get a little more forceful.
“And you fucking love it, don’t you? Love having my big cock in your ass.
” He pairs his words with long, measured rolls of his hips that have pleasure zapping through my entire body.
“Look at you, baby, what do you think your staff would say if they could see you right now?”
His teeth scrape along the juncture of my throat, his wrist flicking as he twists his palm up and down my cock, creating the most insane friction I have ever felt. “I really don’t give a fuck right now,” I choke out, only focused on the pleasure he is giving me.
“They could all come in here right now and see you being fucked, and it wouldn’t matter, because you own them,” he tells me, picking up his pace and starting to fuck me even harder.
He snaps his hips so hard that my desk begins to move beneath us, but he shows no signs of letting up.
“You own this building, you own everything on this floor, you own this desk I am fucking you on,” he groans out, as I push back and meet him thrust for thrust, our bodies slamming together roughly. “But I own you.”
His last four words have me chasing a high, my climax burning up my spine, as I stumble over a senseless agreement.
I feel his cock roll off my prostate and I curse wickedly.
“Fuck, yes, you own me, you own me,” I cry, so sure that Sasha can probably hear my pathetic cries of pleasure, but too far gone to care. “Don’t stop, keep going, please.”
Max quickly releases my cock and commands, “Jerk yourself now, show me who you belong to.” I obey instantly, as his now free hand flies to my hip and he starts really pumping into me roughly.
“I’m so close,” I choke, taking my cock in hand, fucking into my fist as he pistons into my ass.
“Gonna fill this ass up,” he hisses. “I own this body, your cock, and this tight fucking hole.”
I use my fist to match the pace he is setting, rutting into it until I can feel my climax pulsing up my cock. “Gonna come,” I choke out, cum exploding from my cock and spraying across my desk, as he continues to pump into my ass.
“Yes, good boy, so perfect and tight.” His head drops down against my back as I tighten around him, his cock pulsing in my ass, as he starts to chase his own release.
“Right there with you, baby, gonna stain this ass until it’s marked by me and only me.
” I can feel him ready to fall apart, and being the reason for him losing control is all I want and more.
Pushing back against him, I jerk the remnants of my orgasm from my cock, while tilting my hips back against him and taking his cock.
He’s slamming into me so hard now that I feel like his entire body is ricocheting off of mine.
Gone are the measured thrusts from before, and in their place is a relentless pace with nothing but his own orgasm in sight.
I know the instant his own release finds itself, because his rapid thrusts turn staggered, as a low and lethal curse falls from his lips.
A few more snaps of his hips are executed, each one slower than the last, as he ensures to spill every single drop of himself inside of me.
His cum feels strange inside me, but when his weight collapses on top of me, all I feel is utterly satisfied.
Sex is always something I have enjoyed, even with my casual partners, but when I slept with Lily, for the first time in my life I realized what it meant to truly enjoy being intimate with someone.
A feeling I feel again now, as a missing piece of me falls silently into place.
I feel like I have just discovered who I truly am for the first time, and it’s all thanks to my best friend.
“Well fuck,” Max finally huffs, his breath warm against my skin, and I can’t help the laugh that leaves me, as my body feels sated in a way it never has before.
“I can’t wait to do that again with you inside our girl,” he adds, and somehow my cock flickers at the idea, because apparently two mind-blowing orgasms weren’t enough. “You okay?”
His question almost makes me laugh again, because he has to be kidding, right? I just had some of the best sex of my life, sex that fully confirmed to me, that I know without a doubt that one, I am bisexual, and two, I am one hundred percent, irrevocably in love with him and my sister.
With my heart still hammering in my chest, all I can reply is, “I’m perfect.”
Max pulls out of me and turns me so I am facing him, and the words I know we both want to say are on the tips of our tongues, but we won’t say them without Lily here. So instead he nods, kissing me sweetly.
“Good, then let’s go home and do that again with our girl.”