Jesus. How does he keep doing this to me—robbing me of my ability to retort to his saucy comments? His wicked words will be my undoing.
“Don’t look so surprised, Candy, we both know you want to come all over my mouth.”
“Oh.” My cheeks flame up. Am I so obvious?
“It was sweet to watch you orgasm with my cock still in your mouth, but I can assure you you’ll enjoy it a whole lot more when my eager tongue is rubbing your clit and toying with you until you climax.”
I gasp for air, sensation running straight down to my clit like a shockwave. A deep pressure is building between my thighs. I’m aching to feel his lips wrapped around my throbbing node. I don’t have a chance. Max is so close, murmuring such raunchy promises in my ear, the ache is unbearable.
“Do you remember how you dissolved in my hands the other night?”
“Uh-huh. How can I forget?”
Max flashes a victory smile before taking a step back and leaning into me. He reaches between my thighs, pressing hard against my clit with such deadly precision it sends me moaning as I tilt my head back for relief. “I know you like it when I touch you right there.”
His fingers rub my swollen node with a torturous rhythm. The sensation sends pleasure ricocheting straight down to my toes and back again. My legs give way. I push my pussy against his hand, hoping to increase my arousal. I grab my boobs in my hand and I skate my fingertips around my nipples at the same mind-blowing pace Max is circling my clit. I’ve never been so in touch with my body.
“Fuck, it turns me on even more to watch you play with your tits.”
“I want your mouth on me,” I whisper.
“You want my tongue lapping at you like I’ve never tasted you before,” Max “You dirty little girl, you want me to get down on my knees and lick you, don’t you? You don’t care if you have to beg for it because you know it will feel so good. Look at me, Candy. Don’t close your eyes on me.” He grabs my jaw with his right hand and forces me to lock eyes with him.
“Ah,” I scream out. My legs tremble so much I grip his arm and dig my nails into his body art. Oh God, his skin… I can’t describe the roughness and unevenness of his skin. I’m too far gone to figure anything out right now.
His fingers pulse harder with every word until he pulls away and I whimper out in frustration. I’m like an addict who’s been denied and I can’t stand the pain.
“Max. Please. Don’t stop,” I beg, not caring how much I have to grovel to convince him to continue stroking my clit the way he does so well. I sway my hips back and forth against his hand to entice him to continue, but instead he extracts his fingers from my pussy and forces them inside my mouth.
“Lick.”
I obey. He watches me lick my salty juices, enjoying every second of forbidden pleasure.
“Now the real fun begins.” Before I can react, he scoops me off my feet and flings me over his shoulder before walking decisively towards his king-size bed. He throws me against the mattress with such force, I hold on to the sheet to avoid falling to the ground. Without a word, he yanks me towards him. I lift my arms over my head and grip the sheets to slow my slide for a second or two. I’m no fool. I know nothing I do or say will prevent him from having his way with me.
“Oh, fuck, Max, touch me, lick me, suck me,” I plead, desperate. He chuckles. He knows he has me where he wants me.
He doesn’t wait for me to beg twice. Max dips his tongue inside my wet pussy and I cry out, bucking against his mouth. He reaches one hand up and pinches my nipples, sending me spiraling in a vortex of hedonistic pleasure. This is too much. He’s gorging on my clit like a wolf on its prey. I need release so badly, I think I’m going to die.
Lord.
I lift my hips in the air, desperate, and he rewards me by sliding a finger into me, pulsating up against my wall, driving me towards the edge while he flicks my hard node with the tip of his tongue. Without warning, he pins me down, controlling my pleasure.
“Do you remember when I told you about your tits belonging to me now? Well, make that double for your pussy, and don’t you ever forget it.”
I’m so dazed, it takes me a few seconds to lift my head from the bed to meet his gaze, but when I do, he’s already focused on eating my pussy again.
Max is lapping and plunging his tongue deep inside me so mercilessly, I can only shake my head from left to right in an attempt to temper the looming orgasm threatening to explode inside me. His lips crash down against my pussy as he thrusts a second finger inside me, stretching my tightness forcefully. His tongue is more demanding and rubs faster and faster until I yank my hips up, clamping my thighs against his head. I start to quake, my orgasm building, and I close my eyes. Fuck, I’m coming. I come undone against his mouth with a scream I’ve never heard leave my body before. The spasms ripple through me with such intensity, it’s as if I’m freefalling from a cliff into heaven.
“Oh, Max,” I scream out, reaching for his head.
He brushes my hand away before pushing his fingers into a place I’ve never explored before—my ass. His fingers are still slick with my own juices and slide in easily.
Mother of God.
How can something so wrong, so forbidden, so kinky leave me panting like this? It’s like nothing else I’ve experienced so far. None of the men I’ve been with have ever dared to touch me there, but Max doesn’t even ask—he simply takes.
“You’re impossibly tight down there, Candy. You might need a few warm-up sessions before you’re able to handle my big cock.”
What? I tense, stricken by panic. There’s no way I’m allowing him to go there. Good girls don’t have anal sex, right?
“Don’t worry. It’s not going to happen tonight, sweetness. Relax, don’t fight it—enjoy it.”
My mind is resisting, unwilling to allow myself to soak in the pleasurable tremors, but my body has already given in. Holy shit. I shudder through another orgasmic shockwave as Max pushes his fingers deeper into my backside, all the way into the knuckle, while he presses his lips against my clit.
“Oh, oh, oh,” I scream out as my body comes apart around his tongue. The climactic spasms hit me so hard I stop breathing for a second. This is the most intense orgasm ever.
I lie on his king-size bed with my eyes shut, savoring every ripple traveling through my exhausted body. My legs are wide open and I’m gasping for air while Max blows hot air against my fiery pussy.
“I hope you don’t think we’re done yet.”
Good Lord, I need a minute or two.
“Huh?” I’m so spent, I can’t even lift my head to look at him. “I don’t think my body can handle another orgasm, Max.”
“You can’t possibly be serious. I’m certain you have at least one more in you, but I’m gambling on two.”
“You’re so ambitious,” I tease.
“Candy, my cock is raging. I’m so hard I was practically fucking the mattress while I was tongue-fucking you. I need to lose myself inside you,” he says, getting back on his feet. He walks to the night table near his bed and opens a drawer. He walks back to the bed where I’m still in a post-climactic semi-conscious state and hands me a box. “Why don’t you help me sheathe my cock so I can slide into the warmth of your pussy.”
I roll to my side and look at the box of condoms as if it’s a dangerous object. Oh, God, this is awkward. I open my mouth a few times, but I’m not sure how to say what’s on my mind without revealing how much I lack experience with men.
“What? You don’t like this brand of condom?”
“I’m sure they’re fine,” I mumble. “It’s…” I reach out and grab the box before getting up on my elbows. “Well…”
“I’m listening,” he presses.
“I don’t know how to put one on. I’ve never had to do it before,” I whine. “The guy was always the one who took the lead.” In an effort to avoid looking like a complete newbie, I attempt to open the box, but it’s a disaster. I fumble to open the packaging as if I have six thumbs. “Cr
ap.” I finally manage to open it, but in my haste, the cardboard rips wide open and a flurry of condoms spill out onto the bed. I’m feeling pretty sorry for myself, but Max roars with laughter.
“Sweet Candy. Your innocence is such a turn-on.”
“I was afraid you’d be upset.”
“Why would I be upset?” he says, climbing back into the bed next to me. “Why don’t we try together.” He picks up one single packet from the spill and hands it to me before pushing the others onto the floor. “It’s not complicated. Take the condom out and roll it down my dick.”
I so can do this.
I give myself a silent pep talk and I obey. My hands shake, but I’m determined. I cover the head of his cock and try to roll the condom down his shaft, but it won’t budge. I try to push harder, but still nothing is happening. He contorts his face in a grimace and I instantly know I’ve screwed up. He looks down at his cock and looks up at me before laughing again.
“You’re almost there. It won’t roll down because you have it the wrong way,” he mocks. “If you keep tugging at my cock like this with the condom, I won’t be able to fuck you because I’ll be in so much pain. Try again,” he says, reaching onto the floor to grab another one.
“Oh, okay.”
I take the second condom he throws onto the bed and I unroll it with tentative fingers and place it on top of his very big erection. “Dammit,” I let out, annoyed. The whole process seems to take an eternity, but to my surprise, Max patiently strokes my hair. I take a breath to calm down and I finally manage to slide the darn condom over him, cautious to avoid ripping the shield along the way.
“Candy, you’re rolling this so carefully—too carefully. It’s as if you’re covering a glass object instead of my hungry cock.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m impatient to fuck you so hard the bed drops into the penthouse below us, but you’re taking your sweet time.”
“Oh, jeez.” I blush.
“I love it when you come all over my mouth and looking down at your lips wrapped around my cock as I fist your hair is surreal, but nothing will replace being inside you for the first time.”
Dang.
“I don’t know what to say to that.”
He smiles and strokes my cheek. “You don’t have to say a thing, sweetness.” He leans down and kisses my forehead.
“Good news, I got it all the way.” I beam proudly, looking at his throbbing dick.
“You did, didn’t you?” I’m expecting him to return my smile, but instead he flashes an evil grin before pulling the condom off and tossing it away. “Let’s start from scratch.”
“What did you do that for? I had it right. You said so yourself,” I lament.
“You did, but do it again and this time don’t be so tentative. I want you to put the condom on decisively so I can fuck you and unleash my fury on you.”
His rawness catches me off guard and turns me on at the same time. I grab the third condom Max throws at me and I rip it open with my teeth. I slide out the shield from the packet and I cover his cock in one swift movement—without any hesitations.
“And now?” I ask anxiously.
He looks down at his cock and his cheeks crease into a huge smile. “Perfect.”
“Yes! I got it right.”
He straddles me and places his cock right at my entrance. Without even having to reach down, I know I’m dripping wet again.
“Slide my cock into your warm pussy, Candy,” he whispers so low I barely hear him, but the electricity burning from his eyes is unmistakable.
“Damn,” I exhale when the impact of his words hit me. Max pushes onto his hands to give me more space to slide my hands between our bodies until I reach his cock. My first instinct is to shove him deep inside me so I can be dominated by his power, but something takes over me. Instead of swallowing his dick with my pussy, I rub Max’s erection over my wetness. “Ohhhh,” I let out, closing my eyes, and a small moan slips from me before I can catch myself. “Your cock is going to be my undoing,” I whisper.
“I feel the same about your pussy,” he whispers back.
I lick my lips and I flutter my lashes open so I can look down at the space between us, watch myself play with him and observe his reaction as I tease my clit with the head of his dick. This is insanely hot.
“I could come just by rubbing your cock against my nub,” I sigh.
“You could, but you’d be missing out.”
I run my free hand up his chest and I cup his neck, murmuring, “I think you’re right.”
“I’m warning you, I can’t be gentle. I want you too much.”
“I don’t want you to be gentle.”
“Good.”
Max slides in carefully at first, but once he’s halfway inside me, he rams in with such force I gasp. As he thrusts in and out of me, crushing my body with his weight, I start my slow and blissful descent into the chasm of ecstasy. I look up at him, but I no longer seem to be able to see his face. Waves of pleasure take over me and I can only focus on one thing—feeling him filling me up.
“Look at you. Your eyes are glazed and I haven’t even gotten started yet.” Max has barely delivered his warning before he picks up the pace, sucking savagely on my neck, growling like a wild beast and grunting with each swing of his hips.
“Are you okay?” he asks, moving in a slower cadence. “I’m not too rough?”
“Is that all you’ve got?” I tease, knowing full well he’ll make me pay for my cockiness.
“I was trying to be a gentleman, but obviously, you respond better to me when I’m an animal.” He grins.
“I’ll take you any way you 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 thrusts 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 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.
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