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say with a languid drawl in my voice. “But you…”
“Shh.” He shushes me gently by brushing his lips against mine. “I’m not done yet,” he warns me. He caresses my cheek, his cock slowly sliding in and out. “One more?”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Every time you say that, I prove to you that I’m as serious as the dick fucking you right now.”
I giggle, knowing there’s no point in arguing with him.
Max moves one hand between us, rubbing my clit back to life. I’m going to be so sore after this, but who cares? This man is giving me more pleasure than I ever thought possible. If being sore is the price to pay, I won’t object.
He strokes my node while pumping inside me rhythmically. To my surprise, after only a few minutes I arch and my hips start rocking faster with him. “Oh, Max…” How can he ignite my body like this?
I curl into him, biting down his shoulder to his chest. “Come inside me, Max,” I gasp, dragging my nails possessively down his back. “I want to feel the weight of your body on top of mine once you’ve climaxed.”
“Fuck,” he grunts.
It’s as if my words cut the last chain of his self-control. Max hits deeper and harder, prolonging my own release with his thumb pressed to my clit. I throw my head back into the pillow, hands back on his ass, pulling him forward while I rock up into him.
“I love seeing you undone like this—your lips parted, your hair wild all around your head against the pillow and you giving yourself completely to me.”
Yes. I’m coming.
Unbridled pleasure floods my veins, hot and frantic. It’s such a rush, it’s as if I’ve been plugged into an electric outlet—every inch of my skin is alive and buzzing with excitement.
Max collapses onto me, screaming out my name. “Jesus fucking Christ, Candy.”
Wow.
We’re both breathing heavy, trying to lower our heart rate. After a few minutes, he breaks the silence.
“Goddammit, Candy,” he pants. “That was so insanely good… I can’t… I can’t even think straight anymore.” He drops quick, sweet kisses all over my face and the contrast between the childish boy and the über-alpha male who just fucked me to the point where I think I’ll never walk again makes him that much more endearing.
Holy hell. How can a casual encounter with a man who was a complete stranger a few days ago turn into the most mind-blowing, earth-shattering and toe-curling sex I’ve ever had in my life?
Chapter 5
Did this happen or was it all a dream?
I slowly open my eyes, afraid I might break the spell from last night. I turn to the right and there he is, sleeping like an angel with a possessive hand rested against my soft stomach. I guess it really did happen. I lift my head to scan the room and I’m shocked by the telltale signs of our sexual abandonment—my garter belt on the armchair next to the window, my panties swinging off of a lampshade, my dress still pooled on the floor where I left it, my bra lying on top of my silk nylons and a pile of his own clothing. Jesus, it’s worse than the set of a porn movie.
I scan the room, trying to find the time. It’s only seven-thirty. I lift his arm as gently as possible to avoid waking him up and slide my body quietly out of bed with the initial thought of wrapping my dress around my nakedness, but I decide against it when I flash back to a vivid scene from last night—Max spewing his milk all over my stomach and boobs after he fucked my pussy to the point of no return. Maybe not. I tippy-toe out of the room like a mouse in search of a bathroom to clean up and a robe. I can’t possibly walk around in front of him without any clothes on in broad daylight. I need to cover up.
I close the door softly behind me and when I turn around, I gasp. I forget my quest when I approach the window, mesmerized by the view displayed at my feet. My God, this is absolutely breathtaking. Only the very rich can ever afford to admire Central Park
“Shh.” He shushes me gently by brushing his lips against mine. “I’m not done yet,” he warns me. He caresses my cheek, his cock slowly sliding in and out. “One more?”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Every time you say that, I prove to you that I’m as serious as the dick fucking you right now.”
I giggle, knowing there’s no point in arguing with him.
Max moves one hand between us, rubbing my clit back to life. I’m going to be so sore after this, but who cares? This man is giving me more pleasure than I ever thought possible. If being sore is the price to pay, I won’t object.
He strokes my node while pumping inside me rhythmically. To my surprise, after only a few minutes I arch and my hips start rocking faster with him. “Oh, Max…” How can he ignite my body like this?
I curl into him, biting down his shoulder to his chest. “Come inside me, Max,” I gasp, dragging my nails possessively down his back. “I want to feel the weight of your body on top of mine once you’ve climaxed.”
“Fuck,” he grunts.
It’s as if my words cut the last chain of his self-control. Max hits deeper and harder, prolonging my own release with his thumb pressed to my clit. I throw my head back into the pillow, hands back on his ass, pulling him forward while I rock up into him.
“I love seeing you undone like this—your lips parted, your hair wild all around your head against the pillow and you giving yourself completely to me.”
Yes. I’m coming.
Unbridled pleasure floods my veins, hot and frantic. It’s such a rush, it’s as if I’ve been plugged into an electric outlet—every inch of my skin is alive and buzzing with excitement.
Max collapses onto me, screaming out my name. “Jesus fucking Christ, Candy.”
Wow.
We’re both breathing heavy, trying to lower our heart rate. After a few minutes, he breaks the silence.
“Goddammit, Candy,” he pants. “That was so insanely good… I can’t… I can’t even think straight anymore.” He drops quick, sweet kisses all over my face and the contrast between the childish boy and the über-alpha male who just fucked me to the point where I think I’ll never walk again makes him that much more endearing.
Holy hell. How can a casual encounter with a man who was a complete stranger a few days ago turn into the most mind-blowing, earth-shattering and toe-curling sex I’ve ever had in my life?
Chapter 5
Did this happen or was it all a dream?
I slowly open my eyes, afraid I might break the spell from last night. I turn to the right and there he is, sleeping like an angel with a possessive hand rested against my soft stomach. I guess it really did happen. I lift my head to scan the room and I’m shocked by the telltale signs of our sexual abandonment—my garter belt on the armchair next to the window, my panties swinging off of a lampshade, my dress still pooled on the floor where I left it, my bra lying on top of my silk nylons and a pile of his own clothing. Jesus, it’s worse than the set of a porn movie.
I scan the room, trying to find the time. It’s only seven-thirty. I lift his arm as gently as possible to avoid waking him up and slide my body quietly out of bed with the initial thought of wrapping my dress around my nakedness, but I decide against it when I flash back to a vivid scene from last night—Max spewing his milk all over my stomach and boobs after he fucked my pussy to the point of no return. Maybe not. I tippy-toe out of the room like a mouse in search of a bathroom to clean up and a robe. I can’t possibly walk around in front of him without any clothes on in broad daylight. I need to cover up.
I close the door softly behind me and when I turn around, I gasp. I forget my quest when I approach the window, mesmerized by the view displayed at my feet. My God, this is absolutely breathtaking. Only the very rich can ever afford to admire Central Park
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