Chapter 13 Max #2
“Can’t believe anyone would cheat on you. You’re the prize, baby.” He moves toward me, gripping his cock and rubbing his thumb from the tip to the root. “I need you to open your legs nice and wide, angel, so I can fit.”
“I’ve never been with someone so big.” My throat turns dry when I study how long he is and the thickness of his length. My breathing quickens in anticipation of the pain I’m expecting. “You’re huge.”
“Your flattery knows no bounds.” Hunter adjusts my position until my ass cheeks hang over the edge of the table.
He brings my knees to my chest, one hand holding my thigh.
“We’ll go slow and make it fit.” Three fingers are back inside me, and my back arches.
“Perfect. Just like that, sweetheart. Let’s get you ready for my cock. ”
He takes his time. He adds a fourth finger and I moan, the angle letting him get deeper than before. It’s even better now, my body used to him and appreciative of every jolt of indulgence he brings me.
Just when I’m on the cusp of another orgasm, his fingers fall away. I look down between my legs, watching him line his cock up with my pussy. I inhale sharply as he slowly pushes at my entrance, the stretch somewhere between mind-numbing pain and divine satisfaction.
“Fuck.” I close my eyes and gasp through the discomfort. Hunter freezes, waiting as I adjust to the new addition. “Move, Hunter. Please. I need—I want to feel you.”
Hunter rocks forward, his chest inches above mine.
I can feel the heat radiating from his body, can smell a hint of his cologne.
One hand rests next to my head while the other moves to my throat, his long fingers pressing against my windpipe.
My eyes fly open, meeting his questioning gaze, and I nod, conveying my approval when the touch at my neck tightens.
“Going to give you more,” he slurs.
“Are you all the way in?” I ask, my voice cracking when his movements turn rough. “I’m so full.”
“Only halfway, angel,” he answers, and my laugh is splintered. “You’re doing so well. We’re almost there.”
“Harder,” I grit out. The hand at my neck squeezes and I moan, clawing at his back. “I can take it. And if not, death by your dick wouldn’t be the worst way to go.”
“Like this?” Hunter barks out a laugh and slams into me, and I almost black out. “Yeah. Just like that. Perfect fucking cunt taking every inch of me.”
Everything he does is intentional, from the roll of his hips that allows him to bury his cock in me, all the way to the hilt, to the way he spits in his hand, the heel of his palm pressing against my clit.
It’s messy, desperate hunger in every bruising thrust. The hand at my throat moves to the back of my head, protecting my skull from bumping against the hard wood of the table when he drives into me with a particularly primal snap of his hips.
“Where should I come?” he asks through clenched teeth. “Your stomach? Your tits? Your mouth?”
“Why not in me?” I put a hand on the curve of his ass, urging him to increase the intensity of his pace to match my racing heart. He almost roars when I tease my finger along his crack. “Make me yours, Hunter.”
I don’t know what I’m saying, only that I want that more than I’ve ever wanted anything else.
“You are mine, Max.” With a quick circle of his palm right against me, I break apart. My orgasm races up my spine as I cry out his name. “Fuck. Who does this cunt belong to? Tell me while you drench my cock, angel.”
“You,” I sob. A wave of emotion crashes over me, the aftershocks racking my body. “It’s yours.”
“That’s right, baby. And you know what I’m going to do? I’m going to fill you up with my cum and send you back to your friend with it dripping down your leg.”
A second burst of pleasure grips me, each word a sparkle of ecstasy. Color bursts behind my vision. I watch the thorough way he fucks me, mesmerized when his thighs flex. My eyes snap to his face, relief in the hook of a small smile and the way he whispers my name.
“Give me all of it, Hunter. Make a mess of me.”
That tips him over the edge, his body nearly collapsing onto mine. His cock pulses inside me, cords of warm release filling my pussy. His groan is guttural, yanked from him when he lets out a labored breath and buries his face in my neck.
“You’ve murdered me, Max, and I don’t even have a will in place. So inconsiderate.”
I giggle. “I’m sorry.” My palms run across his back, rubbing circles over his shoulders. “Do you forgive me?”
“I’m about to give you the keys to my house and my motorcycle and access to my entire bank account. Mercy.” He nibbles on my earlobe, and I squeal. “Careful, angel. I don’t want you to waste a drop.”
Hunter stands to his full height. He puts a hand around his cock and pulls out of me, our groans simultaneous at the loss of contact. Stepping back, he looks between my legs, a smug grin sprouting on his mouth.
“Like what you see?” I ask, and he hums.
“Fucking love what I see.”
“I have no clue what happens next.”
“What do you mean?”
“This is my first time hooking up with someone in a break room at party. Do we walk out of here together? Do I pretend I don’t know who you are? Is everyone going to know I just had the best sex of my life?”
“Best, huh? I’ve always liked being in first place.”
“Okay, show off.”
“I don’t think you have anything to worry about, angel.
Everyone out there is probably drunk as hell.
They won’t be able to tell why your lipstick is smudged.
But I’ll know you why.” He touches the corner of my mouth and hums. “If you’re feeling generous, I’d love your phone number.
If not, I’ll wait for the universe to intervene again. ”
I hold out my palm and he passes over his phone. I take a quick look at his home screen and the background, smiling at the photo hidden behind a dozen apps. “That’s your friend from earlier,” I say. “The redhead.”
“Leo, yeah. We’ve known each other for years”
The image is of two teenage boys on either side of a beautiful woman with long hair and the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen. She has her arms around both of them, squeezing them close, and I can feel the love radiating through the picture.
“Who is she? She’s gorgeous.”
“My mom. We were fourteen there. She let us skip school and took us to Adventure Oasis. We rode roller coasters for hours then stayed for the fireworks. One of the best days I’ve ever had.”
“Good days are nice, aren’t they?” I pull up his contacts list, adding my name and number. Wanting to make it personal, I take a selfie. My eyes are closed. My hair is messy. I’m sticking my tongue out, but I smile when Hunter saves my information as Max the Angel with a heart after it.
“I promise I won’t send any unsolicited dick pics,” he says.
“You better not. I’m around children all day, and I don’t get paid enough to have that kind of conversation with them.
” I hop off the table and find my clothes.
My body aches, sore in ways it hasn’t ever been, and a hot bath when I get home sounds like heaven.
“I should find Skyler. I don’t want her to worry. I guess I’ll talk to you soon?”
“Very soon.” Hunter loops his arm around my waist, tugging my naked body flush against his. I sigh, happy and on top of the world from the orgasms and the sweet kiss he drops on top of my head. “Have fun with your friend.”
“You too.” I button my skirt and pull my shirt over my head, wishing I wasn’t putting my clothes back on. “I hope your friend scored the girl he was after.”
“So do I.” He gives my ass a light smack and I laugh, feeling young and stupid and unbelievably light.
“Until we meet again, Hunter.”
“Looking forward to it.” He swipes the knife off the ground and licks the handle, his eyes on me as his tongue runs up the black metal. “Stay out of trouble.”
It’s hard to drag myself away from him, but I stand on my toes and give his cheek one last kiss before I skip out of the breakroom.
I take a deep breath when I reach the hallway, the noise from the party returning.
My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out, a text message notification in the center of my screen.
Unknown Number
Miss you already
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I grin at the selfie of Hunter that comes through, his lips in a pout and his eyes closed. I hold my phone to my chest, sure this has been the best night of my life.