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Connor

Ilasted all of five fucking seconds before I had pushed away from the chair and decided I was going after her.

I was done playing games with Maxine, done with the subtle glances across coffee cups and watching her through tiny cameras.

I was done with waiting for her to make a move, pretending like I was a good guy that stuck to normal boundaries.

I wasn’t a good guy, not when it came to her.

She had driven me to the edge of insanity by not showing up Friday afternoon at Melinda’s.

But now she was just fucking testing me, skipping her morning coffee.

She never skipped her morning coffee, she had truly broken the last of my control this morning.

I had barely made it through work, constantly snapping at idiotic callers asking me if I knew their fucking passwords.

I’d even been called into the office by the boss, telling me that I should take a half day because my ‘negative energy’ was disrupting the workplace.

Fucking asshole.

I had spent all weekend watching her, I had watched her destroy Chris, watched the ruthless beauty at work.

It hadn’t scared me, it hadn’t repulsed me, it had made my want for her even stronger.

Watching such a beautiful woman become such a lethal work of art, it was incredible.

She had consumed my entire thoughts all weekend, watching her in her apartment, the way she spent most of her weekend—after a small jog—with her beautiful hair placed in a messy bun on her head.

She lived in nothing but baggy t-shirts and panties, only putting on pants to answer the door to the pizza delivery guy.

I had imagined how she would look in one of my t-shirts, the way it would look draped over her body.

I had watched her sleep in her bed, the way she slept on her stomach, her face smushed into her pillow, little snores escaping her.

I was utterly fucking done pretending that I wasn’t entirely, desperately obsessed with her.

The chase was over, it was time to catch her.

Have her. Own her.

I followed her from the café, keeping my distance just enough to avoid suspicion – but close enough that I could see her.

The tension in her body, the way the glanced over her shoulder like she could feel me.

When she reached her apartment building, I watched from across the street as she fled inside, the slight tremble in her hands as she repeatedly bashed the button to the elevator.

I didn’t have the patience to wait for it to make its way back down to take me up to her floor, so I took the stairs, two at a time, flight after flight, my pulse pounding with each step.

By the time I reached her floor, my blood was running hot.

I saw her down the hall, chest heaving as she fumbled, trying to get her keys into the lock.

My body moved before my brain did and I pressed my hand against the wall next to her hair, caging her in.

She gasped spinning towards me and I watched as her pupils dilated.

Breathless.

I wouldn’t hurt her.

Never.

But I needed these games to fucking end, she was driving me insane.

Her breathing matched mine, our chests rising and failing in synchronisation.

I could see it in her eyes – this wasn’t fear, it was excitement, exhilaration.

Her mouth was slightly parted, and fuck, those red lips were even more perfect up close, the way her lipstick had slightly smudged from where my thumb had stroked.

“Tell me, have I consumed your thoughts the same way you’ve consumed mine?”

My hips pressed slightly against hers, letting her feel how fucking hard I was for her.

Her little gasp sent a sharp pulse of heat straight through me.

“Tell me to leave, Maxine.”

My voice was rough, unsteady.

I watched her carefully, every muscle in my body drawn so fucking tight I thought I’d snap.

The way she stared into my eyes as I spoke, this was it, this was where could break me completely.

The girl that I had become so infatuated with, without even so much as a conversation, had my hear in her fucking hand and she didn’t even know.

But I would, I’d leave and never look back if she told me to.

I was an obsessive bastard, but I wasn’t like those other men, I would never hurt her.

And if she wanted me to go, I’d go and never bother her again.

I may still watch her from a far, but as far as she’d be aware, it would be like I never existed.

I made a silent prayer to a god I didn’t believe in that she wouldn’t tell me go.

I held my breath, waiting for her to answer.

Searching her eyes for a clue, anything.

“I… I can’t.”

My restraint shattered and I crashed my mouth into hers.

She melted against me, her fingers digging into my hoodie, clutching at me like she couldn’t pull me close enough.

Her taste was sinful – dark and rich, coffee and need, the lust curling hot and violent between us.

My hand slid to the back of her head, threading through her silky black hair as my other hand pulled her closer by her waist, letting her feel exactly how hard I was against her.

She whimpered into my mouth, her nails scraping along the back of my neck as she pulled me closer, and fuck, I wanted her desperately.

I kissed her harder, my tongue exploring hers, consuming her like she was my own brand of oxygen.

She pulled back, gasping for air, her eyes wide and glassy.

I stared at her, utterly in awe as my eyes swept over flushed cheeks and swollen lips.

My cock twitched painfully at the sight.

She hesitated.

Fuck.

She was going to tell me this was a mistake, for me to leave.

But instead, she turned and unlocked her door, slowly stepping backwards inside, looking at me with a dark glint in her eyes.

She reached out, curling her finger at me, beckoning me to come inside.

I didn’t hesitate, following Maxine into her apartment, excitement coursing through my veins.

The door slammed shut behind us, my mouth back on hers before it even clicked into place.

I grabbed her by the thighs, lifting her effortlessly until her legs wrapped around my waist.

“Connor,”

she gasped.

Hearing my name spill from her lips was how I would imagine it would feel to hear the angels sing.

It raked down my body, setting my nerves alight.

Her hands slid under my hoodie, nails dragging over my skin as I carried her towards the couch.

I tossed her down, watching how her body bounced from the impact, her hair spilling around her face.

She looked up at me with wide, dark eyes, legs slightly spread, her dress riding up her thighs.

My breath caught in my lungs at the sight of her.

“Strip.”

I demanded.

Her lips curled into a devious smirk, “Make me.”

I growled low in my throat, grabbing her ankle and yanking her down the couch toward me.

She squealed, laughing breathlessly before I pinned her down to the soft cushions.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret, I usually like being dominated,”

I murmured against her throat.

“But you’ve been playing games with me, Max.

Driving me fucking insane.”

She paused.

“You didn’t show up Friday.”

My mouth brushed the side of her jaw.

“And then you weren’t at Melinda’s this morning.”

She moaned softly as my hand slipped beneath her dress, dragging my knuckles along the inside of her thigh.

“So now, I have to punish you.”

Her moan turned into a sharp breath when I slipped my fingers beneath the edge of her panties, “Do you want this?”

“Yes,”

Her breath was shaky.

“God, yes.”

I pulled her panties down her legs and dropped them into the floor.

My mouth hovered at her ear, “Good.”

I pulled her hips to the edge of the sofa, sinking to my knees in front of her and dragged my tongue up the inside of her thigh.

She whimpered, hips lifting toward me.

My hand pressed her back down.

“Stay still,”

I growled.

“Be a good girl for me, Max.”

I parted her thighs wider, dragging my tongue from her knee, right to the edge of her pretty little pussy.

I lifted my head, letting my breath tickle over her as she writhed beneath me.

Fuck.

Her pussy was perfect, and I couldn’t wait to taste her.

I could already see how wet and ready she was for me.

I stood abruptly, her head shooting up to look at me.

“Strip.”

I demanded.

She stood from the couch, slowly peeling her dress from her shoulders, pushing it slowly down her body.

I watched as it fell to the floor, pooling around her feet before she stepped out of it, leaving her dress and shoes behind.

She reached behind her back, unclasping her bra, antagonising me with the speed at which she was going.

She knew what she was doing, holding on to her last thread of control.

She pulled the bra away, revealing the most perfect tits I had ever seen.

On the bigger side, the perfect size for me to get a handful, they sat heavy with peaked dusty rose nipples.

This woman was going to be my undoing.

My downfall. My ruin.

“Fucking perfection.”

I purred “Lay back down, good girl.”

She held eye contact the entire time as she laid herself back down on the couch, her hips positioned exactly where I had last put them.

I dropped back to my knees before her, lifting one leg, placing soft kisses from her ankle, all the way to the apex of her thigh, before spreading her other leg wide.

“I’m going to eat your sweet little cunt in a way you’ve never imagined possible, Maxine.

I’m going to make you cum so hard that you meet God.

Do me a favour sweetheart, when you see him, let him know you worship the devil now.”

I couldn’t hold myself back any longer, I lowered my head, licking her slow and deep, savouring the taste of her on my tongue.

I just knew her pussy was going to me my new favourite meal.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging hard enough to make me groan.

“That’s it, Max,”

I murmured against her.

“Take what you need, princess.”

She thrusted her hips in desperation, riding my face as she cried out, her body arching as I pushed my tongue deeper, stroking and teasing until her thighs were trembling.

I held her in place as she bucked against me, sliding two fingers inside of her, drawing out her orgasm as her cries turned into whimpers.

I lifted my head, my tongue licking my lower lip, “You taste fucking divine.”

She raised her head to look at me, her cheeks flushed.

She began to push herself up when I stopped her.

“Oh no, little fox.

We’re not done yet.”

I raised, placing one knee aside her on the sofa, pushing her down by her throat.

She whimpered as I slid my fingers back inside, curling them toward that sensitive spot.

Her eyes rolled back.

I stroked her, slow and deep, my thumb making lazy circles against her clit as I looked down at her.

She was on the edge of breaking again, her orgasm cresting, her breathing growing heavier.

I pulled away, a grin spreading across my face as she let out a frustrated cry.

“Connor –”

She whimpered.

I stood, pulling my hoodie over my head, then my shirt.

“I said I was going to punish you.”

I replied, my voice heavy with want.

Her eyes widened as I unbuttoned my jeans, pulling my throbbing cock free.

I gripped her jaw, tilting her face toward mine.

“Do you want me inside you, Maxine?” I asked.

“Yes.”

She breathed heavily.

“Then beg for it,”

Her breath hitched. “Please.”

I knew I was pushing her out of control, something she wasn’t used to, and I was enjoying every single second of it.

“You say the word, if any of this is too much for you, and I stop, okay?”

She nodded, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth as my hand wrapped around her throat.

“Beg again.”

I demanded.

“Please, Connor,”

she whispered.

“I need you.”

My mouth crashed against hers as I positioned myself between her thighs and slid into her in one hard thrust.

She cried out, her head falling back against the couch.

“Fuck, Max,”

I growled.

“You’re so fucking wet, is this what I do to you sweetheart, do I make your cunt drip?”

“Mhmmm,”

was her only response.

Her legs wrapped around my waist as I thrust into her – hard, deep, making her gasp with each stroke.

“You’ve been driving me insane,”

I said through gritted teeth.

“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this? How many times I’ve imagined fucking you like this?”

Her nails dug into my back, dragging down my spine as she moaned.

I thrust harder, faster, my hand sliding up to her face, grasping it so she faced me as I pinned her beneath me.

“You’re mine now Max,”

I growled. “Say it.”

She gasped, body shaking beneath me, “Yours,”

she whispered, “I’m yours.”

Hearing her say those words were my undoing.

I thrust harder, making sure to push her over the edge before I followed.

She screamed my name, back arching as she came, her pussy tightening to a vice like grip around me.

I followed, groaning as I emptied myself inside her.

When I finally stilled, our breaths mingled, our bodies slick with sweat, I brushed my lips over jaw.

“This is just the beginning of your punishment, do you understand?”

She nodded whilst I lifted her up with me, keeping my cock buried inside her.

Letting my jeans fall to the floor, I stepped out of them before carrying her to the bedroom.

I placed her down on the bed, sliding myself out of her with a grunt.

I pushed two fingers inside of her pussy without warning, pulling a gasp from her red, swollen mouth.

I used my other hand to grab her chin “Open your pretty lips sweetheart, and taste how good you taste with my cum inside of you.”

I pulled my fingers out of her, bringing them up to her lips.

She looked into my eyes as she parted her mouth, sucking my fingers inside.

I groaned watching her clean the mess from my fingers, licking up every last drop.

“Such a fucking good girl for me,”

I smirked.

I pushed my fingers further down her throat, making her gag as her eyes watered.

“Hmmm,”

I groaned, “I’ve just added that to the list of my favourite sounds, at number three.”

I smirked as I watched a blush creep across her face.

“Number one,”

I said, pushing my fingers in further, “being the way you say my name.

Number two, being that little gasp you make as my cock enters your sweet little cunt.”

She pulled my hand away, a smirk spreading across her face.

“My turn,”

She whispered

I slapped her across the face, hard enough to sting and draw a gasp from her.

She looked up at me, shock in her eyes.

“I told you, my little fox, I’m punishing you.”

I watched as the red from the slap bloomed across her cheek.

“On your knees.”

She hesitated for a moment, not taking her eyes away from mine.

Fuck, I’d taken it too far.

She wasn’t used to this, she wasn’t used to being the one that had to endure punishment.

I opened my mouth to apologise, when she dropped to her knees.

I looked down at her, this woman I had obsessed over for so long, now on her knees for me.

The sight nearly had my knees buckle.

The last time I was in this room, I had laid on her bed, fucking my own hand whilst fantasising about this exact moment, but no part of my imagination could ever conjure up how perfect this would be.

Her hair fell slightly over her breast, her cheeks flushed, eyes glassy.

“Yes, sir.”

She whispered, looking up at me through long lashes.

My control was obliterated.

I grabbed her hair at the nape of her neck and forced my throbbing cock between her lips.

Tears instantly welled in her eyes as I fucked her throat, not giving her chance to come up for breath as I held her head in place.

She clawed at my thighs, drawing blood, desperate to gain some distance so she could breathe, but I didn’t let her.

I held her there as I fucked her face, listening to her gag and splutter as I edged near my release.

“Fuuuuck,”

I groaned as I assaulted her throat.

“I’m going to fucking cum.

Don’t swallow it princess, hold it in your mouth for me, okay?”

She muffled a sound that I took as an okay, and with one last thrust, I exploded into her mouth, my cock twitching and my breathing ragged.

I pulled out and dropped to my knees in front of her, taking in her mascara-streaked face from where tears had ran.

The way her lipstick smeared across her face with spit dripping down her chin.

I had never seen anything so fucking perfect.

I leaned forward, placing my hand on her face, “Do you have it in your mouth, sweetheart?”

She nodded.

I leant in, close enough that our lips brushed.

“Give me it.”

Her eyes widened as I closed the distance, pressing my mouth against hers.

She opened, spilling my cum back into my own mouth as pulled her in.

I swallowed, giving her one last kiss before pulling away, memorising the way she looked in that exact moment, burning it into my mind so I would never forget it.

“Such a good girl.”