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Authors: Scarlett Avery
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want me to,” I pant.
“There’s no reason for me to slow down, then.”
“None whatsoever,” I whisper, turning into his hand when he sweeps a few strands of damp hair off my forehead.
“You know what?”
I’m expecting raunchy repartee that will make me blush, but he surprises me.
“You look so fucking perfect under me.”
No man has ever said anything remotely close to this to me before. Instead of answering, I nod as a way of letting him know I feel the same way he does and I push myself up, unconsciously telling him with my body that I need more of him. Something shifts in his eyes and I know the sensual moment we just shared is over.
“Fuck, I want you, Candy. I want you so much it hurts.”
Max pulls back, starting an easy rhythm before switching gear and turning feral on me. I grab his ass cheeks with both hands and press his body into me so he can penetrate me even deeper.
“Jesus, Max,” I hiss.
Max’s cadence is frantic and then he slows down and eventually stops, kissing me deeply. He sucks my tongue, stealing every one of my carnal sounds, swallowing them like a greedy bastard. God, I love how he does that.
He abandons my lips and returns his focus to fucking me. He shifts from lazy pushing into quicker, more forceful thrusts. I answer with mirrored movements of my hips, arching into him and squeezing my thighs around his waist as if I’ll never let him go.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” I plead as he pumps into me inexorably.
“Candy, I love your hoarse voice and the way you’re begging for more.”
“Max, make me come,” I let out with eyes half closed, desperate for another release.
“You want me to make you scream out my name like you did when I pinched your clit between my lips a few minutes ago?” He presses his face to my neck.
He had to go there?
Too consumed to answer, I grip his ass and dig my fingernails sharply into his flesh.
“Argh! Bad girl,” he growls.
Max pulls my right leg up, pushing my knee to my chest, and he lets loose as if to punish me for my boldness. He fucks me fast and hard, sliding in and out of me, demanding so much more than I thought I could ever give to one man. I bite his shoulder, hoping to containing the fireball-like meteor mounting inside me, but to no avail. I’m coming.
“Sweet Mother of God.”
“You’re close, baby?”
I nod, letting him know that I’m nearing the edge—again.
“Good. I want you to go off like a bomb when you come with me inside you—dominating you.”
Yeah, that won’t be hard.
Max swings in and out of me with such fervor, I fear he’ll make good on his promise and fuck me until his bed drops to the floor below us.
“Shit, shit, shit.”
It’s explosive the way my orgasm builds beneath my skin, first as a flush, then a tightening of my muscles until I’m shaking. How can this be so surreal? I’m sweaty, my heart is beating hard against my chest and I beg unintelligible words beneath him, conscious I’ve lost all control.
“Don’t hold back, Candy.”
“Max…” I struggle to speak as my body starts convulsing underneath him.
“That’s it,” he whispers. “I’m not coming until you come, baby, and I can’t hold back my own release much longer. You have to let go and succumb. Now.”
His words are more than I can bear. I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting to tame the intensity of this third looming orgasm, but I can’t. Max is fucking me so thoroughly, I can only let go and enjoy the ride. “Christ, I’m right there,” I hiss.
My body bows off the bed as I scream out my climax. Max doesn’t spare me. He moves through my hedonistic explosion, taking every single second of pleasure he can draw out from my exhausted body.
“God.” I loosen my grip on his ass and let my arms fall onto the mattress. Max props himself up on his hands, looking down at me, smiling in victory. “You keep doing this to me.”
“And it’s bad?”
“On the contrary. It’s all good—really good,” I
“There’s no reason for me to slow down, then.”
“None whatsoever,” I whisper, turning into his hand when he sweeps a few strands of damp hair off my forehead.
“You know what?”
I’m expecting raunchy repartee that will make me blush, but he surprises me.
“You look so fucking perfect under me.”
No man has ever said anything remotely close to this to me before. Instead of answering, I nod as a way of letting him know I feel the same way he does and I push myself up, unconsciously telling him with my body that I need more of him. Something shifts in his eyes and I know the sensual moment we just shared is over.
“Fuck, I want you, Candy. I want you so much it hurts.”
Max pulls back, starting an easy rhythm before switching gear and turning feral on me. I grab his ass cheeks with both hands and press his body into me so he can penetrate me even deeper.
“Jesus, Max,” I hiss.
Max’s cadence is frantic and then he slows down and eventually stops, kissing me deeply. He sucks my tongue, stealing every one of my carnal sounds, swallowing them like a greedy bastard. God, I love how he does that.
He abandons my lips and returns his focus to fucking me. He shifts from lazy pushing into quicker, more forceful thrusts. I answer with mirrored movements of my hips, arching into him and squeezing my thighs around his waist as if I’ll never let him go.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” I plead as he pumps into me inexorably.
“Candy, I love your hoarse voice and the way you’re begging for more.”
“Max, make me come,” I let out with eyes half closed, desperate for another release.
“You want me to make you scream out my name like you did when I pinched your clit between my lips a few minutes ago?” He presses his face to my neck.
He had to go there?
Too consumed to answer, I grip his ass and dig my fingernails sharply into his flesh.
“Argh! Bad girl,” he growls.
Max pulls my right leg up, pushing my knee to my chest, and he lets loose as if to punish me for my boldness. He fucks me fast and hard, sliding in and out of me, demanding so much more than I thought I could ever give to one man. I bite his shoulder, hoping to containing the fireball-like meteor mounting inside me, but to no avail. I’m coming.
“Sweet Mother of God.”
“You’re close, baby?”
I nod, letting him know that I’m nearing the edge—again.
“Good. I want you to go off like a bomb when you come with me inside you—dominating you.”
Yeah, that won’t be hard.
Max swings in and out of me with such fervor, I fear he’ll make good on his promise and fuck me until his bed drops to the floor below us.
“Shit, shit, shit.”
It’s explosive the way my orgasm builds beneath my skin, first as a flush, then a tightening of my muscles until I’m shaking. How can this be so surreal? I’m sweaty, my heart is beating hard against my chest and I beg unintelligible words beneath him, conscious I’ve lost all control.
“Don’t hold back, Candy.”
“Max…” I struggle to speak as my body starts convulsing underneath him.
“That’s it,” he whispers. “I’m not coming until you come, baby, and I can’t hold back my own release much longer. You have to let go and succumb. Now.”
His words are more than I can bear. I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting to tame the intensity of this third looming orgasm, but I can’t. Max is fucking me so thoroughly, I can only let go and enjoy the ride. “Christ, I’m right there,” I hiss.
My body bows off the bed as I scream out my climax. Max doesn’t spare me. He moves through my hedonistic explosion, taking every single second of pleasure he can draw out from my exhausted body.
“God.” I loosen my grip on his ass and let my arms fall onto the mattress. Max props himself up on his hands, looking down at me, smiling in victory. “You keep doing this to me.”
“And it’s bad?”
“On the contrary. It’s all good—really good,” I
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