Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Zoe
This is such a bad idea, yet it feels so, so good. Day . . . is it two or three?
I don’t know, but does it really matter? We eat and then I’m at his mercy.
Max’s large hands grip my waist, pinning me against the cool wall of his penthouse foyer as we enter. Dinner plans forgotten, his hips grind against mine, his hard cock pressing into me, igniting a fire in my core. My hands weave around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as his firm grip massages my ass roughly.
A whimper escapes my lips, only to be met with a primal growl from him. His lips crash into mine, hungry and demanding, his tongue invading my mouth, and I melt into the intensity of his kiss. I can taste the need in his kisses, and my core throbs in response. We continue our frantic kissing, his hands roaming over my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. With every touch, I am fueled with the desire to have him, to feel him deep inside me, unapologetically claiming me as his.
Our kiss is reckless and feverish, soaking my panties like never before. He pulls away from the wall and carries me toward the living room. Our lips never disconnect.
“Mmm,” I moan against his tongue as he places me on the couch.
He stares down at me, his pupils blown with lust. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I should feed you,” he says.
I lick my lips, giving him a sultry smile. “What are you going to feed me, big boy?” I purr.
“What does my good girl want? Do you want my cock? You want me to feed you my cock, baby?” he murmurs, his voice dripping with desire.
I shiver at his words, my body aching for him. “Yes,” I whisper, my voice breathy and filled with need. “I want to taste you, Max. I want your cock.”
A wicked grin spreads across his face as he unbuttons his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest. He leans down, his breath hot against my ear. “Get on your knees, baby,” he growls.
I slide off the couch and onto my knees, looking up at him with desire. His eyes darken with lust as he unzips his pants, freeing his hard, throbbing cock. He grips it firmly, guiding it toward my eager mouth.
“Open up for me,” he commands, his voice husky. “Show me how much you want it.”
I part my lips, taking him in slowly, savoring the taste of him. He groans as I swirl my tongue around the tip, teasing him. “Fuck, Zoe,” he mutters, his hands tangling in my hair. “You look so fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth.”
Encouraged by his reaction, I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard. His hips jerk involuntarily, and he growls, “That’s it, baby. Just like that. Suck my cock, make me feel good.”
I look up at him, meeting his gaze as I take him even deeper, my throat relaxing to accommodate his size. His grip on my hair tightens, and he begins to move, gently at first, then more urgently as his need grows. I hum around him, the vibrations making him shudder. I move my mouth along his length, my hands stroking the base of his shaft and cupping his balls, adding to his pleasure. I can feel his pleasure building, and I revel in it.
The sound of our heavy breathing fills the room, punctuated by the occasional groan or moan. I can feel his breathing becoming ragged, and I know he’s close. But I want more. I want to push him over the edge, to make him lose control. I increase the speed of my movements, taking him as deep as I can while my hands continue their rhythm, driving him wild with pleasure.
“You’re so good at this,” he groans, his voice rough with pleasure. “Such a good girl. Keep going, take it all. Show me how much you want it.”
I look up at him, meeting his gaze as I take him even deeper, my throat relaxing to accommodate his size. His eyes are dark with lust, and I can see the pleasure written all over his face.
The feeling of power and control is intoxicating. I know that I am the one making him feel this way, and it only makes me want him more. I redouble my efforts, determined to make this the best blow job he’s ever had.
As Max’s breathing becomes more ragged and his grip on my hair tightens, I know I’m succeeding. But then he surprises me.
“Touch yourself,” he orders, his voice a low growl. “I want to see you finger fuck yourself while you suck my cock.”
A jolt of arousal shoots through me at his command. I slide one hand down my body, slipping it under my panties. My fingers find my clit, already throbbing with need, and I start to rub it in slow, deliberate circles.
“Good girl,” he praises, his eyes locked on mine. “Touch yourself. I want to see you shove those fingers deep in your cunt while you worship my cock. Keep going. I want to watch you come.”
I moan around his cock, the combination of pleasuring him and touching myself driving me wild. I move my panties aside, then slip two fingers inside myself, pumping them in and out as I continue to suck him, my own arousal building to a fever pitch.
The sight of me pleasuring myself pushes him even closer to the edge. “Fuck, you look so sexy,” he groans. “You’re going to make me come.”
His words spur me on, and I increase the pace of my fingers, matching the rhythm of my mouth on his cock. The sensations are overwhelming, and I can feel my orgasm approaching.
“Come for me, baby,” he commands, his voice hoarse with desire. “I want to feel you come while you suck my cock.”
With a final, powerful thrust, his words push me over the edge. My orgasm crashes over me, my body convulsing with pleasure as I cry out around his cock. The sensation of my mouth tightening around him sends him into his own release.
“Swallow it,” he growls through gritted teeth, barely able to speak. “Take my seed. Every drop.”
He comes hard, filling my mouth with his hot, salty essence. I swallow eagerly, not wasting a drop, as he shudders above me, his release seemingly endless. The primal intensity in his eyes makes my own pleasure spike again.
He looks down at me, his breath still ragged, with a mix of satisfaction and admiration. “You were amazing,” he murmurs, pulling me up to kiss me deeply. “My perfect girl.”
I smile, feeling a rush of pride and satisfaction.