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She squeaks out a reply, her eyes squeeze shut as my fingers slide in and out, drenched in her sweet juices.
“I didn’t get that,” I growl. “Tell me what I want to hear.” I pull off her panties and line up my cock at her entrance. Her legs fall open as the head of my dick takes over for my hand. “Whose pussy is this, Sloane?”
She lets out a moan as the head of my cock teases her clit, pressing against it then pulling away. Her fingernails press into the small of my back, digging into the flesh, making me feel more than I’ve ever allowed myself to experience. “It’s yours. Always yours,” she whispers. “Please don’t tease me. I need to feel you, Max. Please!”
I swallow a groan. This self-inflicted torture is killing me, but I love that she’s begging for my cock. Christ, knowing how much she wants it…wants me…makes me even harder.
I didn’t think that would be possible.
“Good girl,” I murmur, reaching around to grab her ass. I push into her, crashing my lips to hers. She wraps her arms tight around me, sliding one leg around my waist. I hook one arm under the leg, lifting her hips so I can fuck her deeper. Her pussy clenches around my dick, and I want to scream, it feels so fucking amazing.
I fist her hair with my one free hand, my tongue coiling with hers. Her hot mouth consumes me, drinking me in. I’m desperate for this connection — I can’t get any closer, but that doesn’t stop me from trying. Teeth cracking, tongues teasing and taunting — our mouths won’t be sated.
I thrust harder and deeper, her velvety walls tight around me, pulling me farther and farther into a place where I know I’ll never, ever try to escape.
She jumps up without warning, but I catch her other leg and grip her ass tight. She slides herself against my cock, her legs locked around my waist. She throws her head back. Slamming it against the wall.
“Are you okay?” I ask, breathless.
“Oh, my God, yes. Yes!” she screeches, thrusting her hips against me, faster and faster. My dick is filled right now, but no way can I come yet. No, this is just for her.
I can wait.
I’ve waited what has felt like my whole fucking life, I can handle a few more minutes.
Her juices flow over me, drowning me in some combination of lust and love that keeps me hovering on the edge, ready to plunge into the deep, dark unknown.
She collapses over my shoulder after the orgasm tears through her. “Holy sh…oh, my good Lord,” Sloane pants. “You…are…” She shakes her head. “Jeez, I don’t even know. Amazing and incredible don’t really do that justice.”
“I think you’re being a little premature,” I say, my dick still buried inside of her. “I haven’t finished with you yet.”
“Maybe I haven’t finished with you, either.” She lowers her lashes and gives me a hooded gaze that has my cock pulsating again. “Take me inside.”
I walk into her bedroom, still clutching her in my arms. I lie her down on the bed, hovering over her. “Now what?”
She doesn’t reply, but she rolls me over with the speed of a ninja and slides off my cock. With a mischievous smile, she dips her head over me, her hair falling over my torso, tickling the skin. Her tongue trails a scorching path over the swirls of ink that cover my chest. When her lips close around my cock and start sucking and stroking, I almost lose my shit.
“Oh, you are such a bad girl,” I mutter, fisting her hair as she rides my dick with her devious mouth. “Sucking my dick after I fucked you…oh, Christ, that is so hot. You’re so fucking bad. I need to fuck that pussy again right now.”
But she doesn’t stop. Her mouth swallows me whole, the head of my dick hitting the back of her throat. It only makes her suck harder. Her hands cup my balls, the deep ache such delicious torture.
Only she can relieve that ache.
And I need that to happen right now.
I gently push her away from my cock, and yeah, he fucking hates me right now.
Don’t worry., buddy. Give me a couple of seconds and all will be fucking amazing again.
She looks at me, wide-eyed with an expression of confusion on her flushed face.
“You didn’t—?”
I sit up, running my hands down her back. “Oh, I absolutely did. But it can’t replace the real thing. I love your mouth, but that pussy is what I need right now.” I place my hands on her shoulders and back her down to the mattress, straddling her. “I hope you’re ready for more.”
She gazes up at me, leaning up to lick the outline of one of my tattoos. Her eyes are hooded, desperate, and hungry for more.
That’s the only invitation I need.