kiss.
I sat down as he got back to cooking. “All seriousness,” he said, “after you left, Jake and I tried to get back to our normal routines, but, having had you around had kind of shaken things up. Suddenly the regular stuff just felt plain dull. Jake said we would have to get used to not having you around again, and things would be just the usual, but, I wasn’t as interested in getting used to things. We argued about it for a long time. Jake kept saying it was your life, and we should get back to ours, even though I could tell he was missing you like crazy, too. I kept trying to tell him we should say ‘fuck it’ and just come get you. I eventually let him think he won and came back out here on my own. He doesn’t know I’m here, and he’d probably have a few words for me if he did.”
“Jake, you bastard,” I grinned.
Max whipped us up some very tempting French toast with sides of fruit. It wasn’t spectacular, but it was pretty damn good for what he had to work with. We sat down and ate together, while he listened to me prattle about my curmudgeonly old landlord and the things I’d like to do to him. As we finished eating, he extended his hand to place atop mine as he continued to listen to me talk.
“At least things are starting to turn around now,” I said at last. “Now that you’re here. I just wish Jake could have come too.”
He pursed his lips for a second, and said, “I hope you don’t mind me saying that I’m glad for this chance to get you to myself for a while.”
I grinned. “No, I don’t think I do mind that. In fact, right at this moment I can only think of one thing I do mind.”
“And what’s that?” he said.
“The fact that you’re still dressed.”
*
Ten minutes later, Max had me bent over the couch, shoving my face into the cushions as he drilled me from behind. I was suddenly glad for the fact that I had most likely immobilized Mr. Norton for a while or he would likely have been pounding on my door again in response to the noise I was making, although I was doing my best to muffle it with the couch cushions.
My wrist was about to fall off with the speed at which I was frigging my clit, desperately trying to get myself off after the two times he’d made me come already. It still amazed me how many orgasms I was able to get out of a single fuck with my one of my bears. Or both, for that matter. No other man had ever gotten me off as much as they did. And if that was the only appeal they had, in comparison with everything else in my life that would almost be enough.
He managed to get a third shrieking orgasm out of me before he finally erupted inside my depths, and we collapsed onto the couch. I ended up sprawled with my head cradled in his lap, looking up into his face, cupping my pussy with one hand to catch the leakage from what he’d left inside me. “Thank you, Max,” I hummed. “I needed that sooooooo bad.”
“I think that makes two of us,” he said.
“Wow,” I thought out loud. “If I was this much of a wreck without you and Jake for one day, how am I ever going to make it through a week?”
He tenderly stroked my hair. “I’m kind of hoping you won’t have to.”
I looked pointedly up at him. “Are you trying to say something?”
“Come on, Billie, who are you trying to kid here?” he said. “You’re miserable here. You’ve told us all about it; you’re struggling to find enough money all just so you can keep putting up with that crotchety bastard. At what point is any of this worth it? You should come back to the woods and live with Jake and me.”
“Which one of you? You guys live in separate cabins.”
“Who cares? You could stay with one of us one night and the other the next. And then some nights we all stay in the same cabin. We’ll work it out once you’re out of this hellhole.”
“I don’t want to be a kept woman, you know. I don’t want
I sat down as he got back to cooking. “All seriousness,” he said, “after you left, Jake and I tried to get back to our normal routines, but, having had you around had kind of shaken things up. Suddenly the regular stuff just felt plain dull. Jake said we would have to get used to not having you around again, and things would be just the usual, but, I wasn’t as interested in getting used to things. We argued about it for a long time. Jake kept saying it was your life, and we should get back to ours, even though I could tell he was missing you like crazy, too. I kept trying to tell him we should say ‘fuck it’ and just come get you. I eventually let him think he won and came back out here on my own. He doesn’t know I’m here, and he’d probably have a few words for me if he did.”
“Jake, you bastard,” I grinned.
Max whipped us up some very tempting French toast with sides of fruit. It wasn’t spectacular, but it was pretty damn good for what he had to work with. We sat down and ate together, while he listened to me prattle about my curmudgeonly old landlord and the things I’d like to do to him. As we finished eating, he extended his hand to place atop mine as he continued to listen to me talk.
“At least things are starting to turn around now,” I said at last. “Now that you’re here. I just wish Jake could have come too.”
He pursed his lips for a second, and said, “I hope you don’t mind me saying that I’m glad for this chance to get you to myself for a while.”
I grinned. “No, I don’t think I do mind that. In fact, right at this moment I can only think of one thing I do mind.”
“And what’s that?” he said.
“The fact that you’re still dressed.”
*
Ten minutes later, Max had me bent over the couch, shoving my face into the cushions as he drilled me from behind. I was suddenly glad for the fact that I had most likely immobilized Mr. Norton for a while or he would likely have been pounding on my door again in response to the noise I was making, although I was doing my best to muffle it with the couch cushions.
My wrist was about to fall off with the speed at which I was frigging my clit, desperately trying to get myself off after the two times he’d made me come already. It still amazed me how many orgasms I was able to get out of a single fuck with my one of my bears. Or both, for that matter. No other man had ever gotten me off as much as they did. And if that was the only appeal they had, in comparison with everything else in my life that would almost be enough.
He managed to get a third shrieking orgasm out of me before he finally erupted inside my depths, and we collapsed onto the couch. I ended up sprawled with my head cradled in his lap, looking up into his face, cupping my pussy with one hand to catch the leakage from what he’d left inside me. “Thank you, Max,” I hummed. “I needed that sooooooo bad.”
“I think that makes two of us,” he said.
“Wow,” I thought out loud. “If I was this much of a wreck without you and Jake for one day, how am I ever going to make it through a week?”
He tenderly stroked my hair. “I’m kind of hoping you won’t have to.”
I looked pointedly up at him. “Are you trying to say something?”
“Come on, Billie, who are you trying to kid here?” he said. “You’re miserable here. You’ve told us all about it; you’re struggling to find enough money all just so you can keep putting up with that crotchety bastard. At what point is any of this worth it? You should come back to the woods and live with Jake and me.”
“Which one of you? You guys live in separate cabins.”
“Who cares? You could stay with one of us one night and the other the next. And then some nights we all stay in the same cabin. We’ll work it out once you’re out of this hellhole.”
“I don’t want to be a kept woman, you know. I don’t want
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