12. Maximo
CHAPTER 12
Maximo
My hands find the backs of her thighs, and I lift her effortlessly into my arms. Julia’s legs wrap tightly around my waist, and her arms snake around the back of my neck. She’s holding me, devouring my mouth like I’m her last meal. As I carry her up the winding staircase toward my bedroom, her warm body feels like a fire that warms the ice of my perpetually cold heart.
I’m swallowing every single one of her delicate moans like they’re the air I need to breathe. Kicking the wooden door of my room open, I press her back to the wall, sandwiching her between me and the wood paneling. Lowering her feet to the floor, I move my lips from hers and down the column of her neck.
“Beautiful.” I breathe against her skin. Trailing my hand down along the outline of her curves. These tights need to go. “Are you attached to these tights?” I question as I glide my fingers up her inner thighs in search of what I’m sure is a perfect fucking pussy.
“Not at all.” She whimpers.
“Good.”
Without wasting a second longer, I grip the sheer fabric between my fingertips and rip them open. The loud tearing of nylon echoes within the room, and she jolts in surprise at my action. I can already feel the heat permeating from her core, her sweet, needy sounds telling me just how much she wants this.
I nip the skin on her shoulder, the pads of my fingers running along the silk of her thong. “Christ.” I groan. “Can I touch you?” I ask, but all she does is nod furiously at my question. Standing to my full height, I look down at her flushed appearance and grin, curling my index and middle finger inside the thin material. Careful not to touch her most intimate part.
“Words, Bella , I want to hear you say it. Beg me for it.”
“Max, please…”
I pull the fabric to the side, pulling her hips forward with my free hand and bunching her skirt to the middle of her waist so I’m able to look between us.
“Please, what, Julia?”
“Touch me, make me come.”
With those words spoken, I slide my fingers along the inside of the fabric towards her core, teasing her, being careful not to touch her. I want this to last. From what I can see, she’s soaked. And as much as I’m desperate to fuck her, I need her pleasure to come first.
“Max, please.” Julia mewls.
“As you wish.”
My fingers meet her slick heat, sliding between her lips, and she jolts at the contact, biting down on her lower lip so hard she might draw blood. I glide my fingers up the expansion of her slit, collecting her juices on my fingers as I go, and I release a thick groan.
“Fuck, Julia, you’re soaked.”
She nods profusely, her eyes blown with lust. “For you.” She whispers, and the sound of those words drives me insane.
Pressing against her clit I begin circling the tips of my fingers slowly, with only a slight amount of pressure. I want to watch her come undone in my hands, slowly and without restraint. My free hand collars her throat, not too tight to choke her, but with enough force to keep her in place.
All my focus is on her, the expressions of enjoyment she makes, the soft moans of desire, and how each labored breath she takes pushes her round breasts closer to my chest.
“Oh my God,” she cries the moment I switch up the intensity of my pace.
I lean forward, pressing my lips to hers, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, claiming her as mine.
“Put your fingers inside me…please, Max.”
“ Fuuuck. ” I huff before giving her what she desires. I’m rock fucking solid, my cock straining behind the zipper of my jeans. And with not an ounce of fucking friction against it, I’m growing more impatient as the seconds pass. Gliding my fingers from her clit to her hole, I change fingers, swirling both middle fingers around her core before thrusting them inside her on a slight curve.
“Yes,” her body starts shuddering, her jaw goes slack, and her hot breath dances along my jaw. “Right there.” She grinds her hips against my hand, and I grin against her mouth.
“That’s it, Julia, fuck yourself on my hand. Show me how sweet you look when you come.”
I remove my hand from her throat, lowering myself to my knees, and without giving her a moment to protest—not that she would—I wrap my lips around her clit and suck. Her cry of pleasure is everything I knew it would be, sensual and pitched high enough that she sounds like a fucking porn star.
The taste of her pussy is fucking heaven, I knew it would be. There was no doubt in my mind that a woman this stunning would have a cunt I could die eating. Bringing the tip of my tongue to the front of my lips, I flick it up and down against her throbbing bundle of nerves, curving my fingers up against her G-spot as I finger fuck her into oblivion.
I pull my mouth from her clit and press the palm of my hand against her lower stomach. My thumb returns to her clit for added pressure. “You’re going to come for me, Bella, like the good girl I know you are.”
“Oh my God, what…fuck.”
Christ, when she swears, it does something to me.
“You feel that pressure, baby.” I groan, “I want you to bare down and squirt for me.”
“Wha-what.” She stutters, her hooded eyes finding mine. “I can’t…I’ve never done?—”
I chuckle softly. “Well, you’re going to right now.”
My fingers speed up, fucking her fast and deep, her screams of ecstasy sailing into my ears, and I can already feel the pre-cum seeping from my cock and soaking the cotton fabric of my boxers.
“Holy…fuck, shit, ohmyfuckinggod! ” She screams.
Within a few seconds, she comes, gushing her release so violently it soaks the cuff of my sleeve.
“Such a good fucking girl.” I croon, continuing to fuck her through the intense orgasm she’s having. Her core squeezes my fingers, cutting off all circulation as she rides the intense wave.
Her hands and fingers fist her skirt in reaction to the intense feeling. When she’s done, I focus on the heavy sounds of her breathing as I stand, and I’m ready to come myself. When her eyes open, I lift my hand to my mouth, sucking her cum from every finger. She’s the most amazing taste I’ve ever had on my tongue.
Julia’s hands shake against the button on my jeans, both of us working to free my aching cock from its confinement. When she yanks the zipper down, she wastes no time reaching inside my boxers and wrapping her hand around my shaft. I hiss at the contact of her cold hand, her eyes widening in shock.
“Wait, are you pierced?”
“Yes.” I answer quickly, “And when I slide my cock into your tight cunt, you’re going to count each one for me.”
She lifts my cock out, my own hands lowering the denim just below my ass, and she looks down between us. I have eight piercings. A Jacob’s ladder and a piercing an inch above the base of my cock. One she will find out the use for soon enough.
“Turn around, face the wall, baby.” She wastes no time following my order. “Don’t worry, I plan on fucking you in my bed too, but right now, I need to be inside you.”
I grip the base and run the length of my shaft through her lips, coating the skin in her thick, silky arousal. And fucking hell does she feel good. Both of us are still completely dressed, another thing I will remedy after she comes on my cock.
Shit, condom.
“Fuck,” I groan in frustration.
“What?”
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I don’t have any condoms. This isn’t exactly what I expected to happen,” I chuckle dryly.
“Oh, uh…I have the implant. I’m um…” She turns her head to the side, looking at me, and there goes that blush displayed on the apples of her cheeks. “I haven’t been with anyone for a while, and I’m…I’m clean.”
“So am I.” I retort, fisting her wavy blond hair in my hands and pulling her head back. “Are you telling me I can fuck you bare?”
“Max—”
“Use your words, Julia. Tell me exactly what you want.”
“Yes, fuck me, just…please…I don’t fucking care, just…I need you.”
I smirk, baring my teeth to her and bringing my lips to the shell of her ear. Lifting the crown of my dick to her entrance, I growl. “Count for me, Bella .”
The head of my cock breaches her opening, both of us moaning in unison. I remove my hand from the base, placing it on her lower back and pushing her down into a more comfortable position. She arches back as I step back, bending over with her cheek still pressed against the wall.
Lifting my hand, I crack my palm against her ass cheek, and she clenches, crying out against the sting.
“So responsive, Julia.” I thrust my first piercing inside her, and her response was everything I hoped for.
“Fuck!”
“How many, Julia?”
“One.”
I thrust further in.
“Two…shit!”
Lowering my eyes, I watch my shaft disappear inch by inch inside her warm pussy, and it’s like heaven. She continues to count every one of them until I’m balls deep inside her—the piercing on the underside rubbing against that sweet spot of hers. My forehead drops to her shoulder as I pull out nice and slowly before slamming back inside her.
“ Dio mio, you feel fucking incredible.” I breathe. Performing the same action again. Slowly pulling out and a deep, aggressive thrust back in. “Your tight little cunt is taking every inch of me so fucking well.”
“Oh God.”
“No God here, baby, so you’ll call out my name when you moan…do you understand?”
I stand straight, one hand still in her thick tresses and the other gripping her hip, pulling her towards me with every thrust.
“Max.” she cries.
“That’s my girl.”
Without wasting another moment, I look between us and begin fucking her with unparalleled aggression.