by K. A Knight
She kisses me lightly, then traces her tongue along the seam of my lips before pulling back. “I’ve wanted you for years, you’ve watched me for years, I think that’s enough waiting, don’t you?”
She leans back up, grips the bottom of her top, and rips it over her head, tossing it behind her to show me her bare, unbound breasts, her tiny, tucked in waist, and her full hips, her body now only clothed in little lace panties.
“Unless you want to keep talking?” she teases, running her white tipped fingers between the valley of her breasts, down her stomach, and across her panty-clad pussy. My eyes follow every move until I snap.
With a growl, I sit up, grab her hips, and pull her to me. She grins down at me, but her expression turns into shock when I toss her back on the couch and then jump after her, hovering over her prone body, and it’s my turn to grin down at her.
“Oh, Scarlett, you’re going to pay for teasing me…all those little shows,” I tell her, stroking across her stomach, making her pant and shake beneath me—so fucking responsive.
“Still talking,” she singsongs bravely, staring right into my dark eyes and arching her back so my hand slips up her chest. Naughty little girl.
Tracing my fingers across her rosy nipple, I dig my nail in slightly, making her gasp and shiver again, her mouth dropping open. “Not so talkative now, are we, baby?” I taunt, and she narrows her eyes on me.
“I don’t know, not much else is happening, maybe after all these years—” She cuts off when I lean down and suck her nipple into my mouth. I roll my eyes up to see her slack face as she throws her head back against the sofa, her hands coming up and trying to hold me to her breast as I release it with a pop, and move to the other, giving it the same treatment.
“Max,” she pants, wiggling beneath me.
Letting go, I smirk at her. “Yes?”
“Stop fucking teasing,” she demands, glaring down at me.
“Oh, baby, I’ve only just started,” I reply, licking her nipple before I catch my teeth on it, causing her to groan again. Sitting up, I slide my fingers into either side of her panties, and as she watches, I drag them slowly down her legs, stroking her skin as I go, until I pull them off one foot and then the other. As she stares, I bring them to my nose and inhale, making her groan.
“Filthy fucking man,” she murmurs, parting her thighs and showing me her already wet, pink pussy.
“Oh, my little Scarlett, you have no idea.” Looking around, I spot the tea towel on the coffee table and I bring it over, pressing it to her lips. “Wrap this around your mouth, baby, that smart mouth of yours is going to shut up and you’re going to accept everything I do to you without a word. If you talk, I stop.”
She narrows her eyes on me, but lets me wrap it around her mouth, her body still begging for my touch, and when I sit back and just run my eyes down her, she kicks me impatiently.
“Did you really think I was going to be one of those little boys you dated? Just fuck you quickly and be done in five minutes? I’ve been imagining this, thinking of this, for five years, Scarlett. I’m going to play out every one of my fantasies. I’m going to fuck you all night, and only then, I might let you sleep just to wake you up and start all over again,” I tell her darkly, tracing her body with my eyes, trying to decide where to start.
Her hips rise then, her eyes wide and on fire as she watches me, waiting for whatever I’ll do to her. Ever since I ate her pussy, I’ve been craving another taste, so I rip off my shirt, throw it onto the floor, and watch as her eyes flare while she takes in my chest. I love the way she looks at me. I lay down between her thighs, and she pants through the gag, raising her hips again.
“I could still taste you that night, feel your pussy against my tongue, see the way you exploded for me,” I growl, and the fabric muffling her groan as she watches me part her pussy lips, exposing her wet center to my dark gaze, loving the way she reacts to me.
“It’s all I could think about, tasting you again, feeling you come around my fingers and tongue, imaging the way you would grip my cock as I fucked you.” She wiggles beneath me, her cream coating her thighs, she’s that wet for me.
“If I could, I’d spend all day between your thighs, finding heaven with you,” I whisper, before swooping down and licking a long line down her pussy, groaning at her taste and closing my eyes. “Fucking heaven,” I murmur with a moan, and glance at her to see her almost shaking with need.
“Max.”
Her voice is mumbled through the gag, but I hear it and stop, looking up at her as she shakes her head, her eyes wild, so I turn my head and bite down on her inner thigh in punishment.
She comes away from the sofa, pushing her pussy to my face, and I happily oblige. Banding an arm across her belly to keep her where I want her, I lick at her, tasting her tangy cream, while pushing my cock into the sofa to stifle the need to bury myself inside her.
Lapping at her clit, I lash it with my tongue as I press one finger inside her. She’s so fucking tight, I have to work that digit in, fighting against her snug channel. Fucking her shallowly, I let her ride my face and finger, pushing against me as I fuck her slowly, not giving her the friction and speed she needs to come.
Adding another finger, I keep them still as I lick around her hole, wanting to taste as much of her as I can, loving the silkiness of her on my tongue. Shit, I could eat her all day. Fuck, maybe I will.
She moans against her gag, undulating against my face as I pull my fingers out and push them back in, her pussy gripping them like a vice as I curl them inside her, making sure to reach that spot that has her coming away from the sofa again with a muffled scream. Speeding up my tongue, I suck her clit into my mouth, rolling it about before letting go and licking at her again, all while fucking her tight cunt with my fingers. When she begs for more, pleading with her body, I add another finger, stretching her, and she explodes suddenly, clamping down on me as she writhes against my face. I keep her there, fucking her through her orgasm and pushing her straight into another.
When she’s done, she slumps against the sofa and I slowly pull my fingers out, letting her see them glistening in the light with her release. Crawling up her body, I paint them across her skin, loving the way the light catches on her wetness there. I trail them up her belly, circle her nipples, and twist them before letting go, then I suck the remnants from my fingers, not wanting to waste a drop.
“I wonder how many times I can get you to scream for me tonight,” I muse, before leaning down and tracing the same path my fingers just took with my tongue, cleaning her body. I can feel her wetness in my beard and she will undoubtedly be sore down there from it, but I don’t give a fuck.
My balls are tight, my cock leaking precum and begging to be buried inside her, but still I force myself to wait. My control is coming in handy, but I do have to reach down and flick open my button, releasing some of the tension there so the zipper stops digging into my hard length.
She mumbles something and I grin against her skin, but before I know it, she’s spit the gag out. I shouldn’t have expected my angel to behave for long. “Max, I swear, if you don’t fuck me, I’m going to find something cock shaped in here and make you watch as I fuck myself,” she snaps.
My eyebrows rise. Storing that away for later—that is definitely something we’re going to try—I can’t hold myself back any longer, I need her too much. I slip from the sofa, kicking off my jeans as fast as I can, glad I went commando today, and circle my cock with my hand, letting her watch and see how hard I am for her.
“This what you want?” I ask, my voice rough.
Lightning fast, she sits up, and before I can stop her, her tongue darts out and licks away the dot of precum on my tip, making me groan, but I shake my head and step back.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be sucking it later, but I want to be buried in you before I fucking come like a goddamn teenager,” I admit, making her smirk and lean back against the sofa.
“Then fuck me, Mr. Hunt,” she ord
ers.
“Fucking gladly,” I snap, watching as she lies back down like a good girl with her thighs parted and ready for me as she watches me hungrily. Blanketing her body with mine, I run my cock down her wet pussy, knocking into her clit on purpose, and making her groan and grab at my head, her fingers tangling in my hair.
“We have the rest of our lives to explore each other, but right now we need to fuck,” she snarls and I laugh, before lining up at her entrance and looking down at her beautiful face. I can’t help but lean down and kiss her, soft instead of hard, and when she parts her lips for me, I thrust inside of her, forcing her to accept my length.
She groans into my mouth, her body trapped beneath me, and I still, letting her get accustomed to my size, but soon she’s tugging on my hair and wrapping her legs around my waist, her feet kicking at my ass to get me moving.
Impatient little thing.
I want to warn her this time will be hard and fast, it has to be, I’ve waited so long, but I can’t even speak. The feeling of her wrapped around me, her pussy like a fist on my cock, her taste in my mouth, and her legs holding me against her, has me speechless.
So instead, I show her.
Pulling out, I slam back inside of her, forcing a gasp from her throat as I rip my mouth away from hers, leaning up on both arms so I can get a better angle. I hold myself above her, watching her face as I slam inside of her again and again.
She moans, her fingers digging into my shoulder, the dash of pain from her nails forcing me to speed up. I fuck her harder and faster as she chants my name, her feet urging me on as she arches up to meet my thrusts, each one dragging my piercing across that bundle of nerves inside her.
“Max, God,” she screams, her chest flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat. She’s so fucking beautiful, like a fucking goddess or angel. I feel dirty just touching her, imprinting my darkness on her softness, but I can’t stop…I can’t stop driving inside her tight little pussy, feeling her fluttering around me as I force her to take each hard, brutal thrust.
“I love you,” I growl, slamming inside of her, and watching as her mouth opens in a silent scream as she comes. I try to hold back, to make it last longer, but she’s so fucking tight clamping around me that I can’t help it.
One more thrust and I’m done. I bury myself inside her as deeply as I can, filling her with my come, stilling then and staying inside her, wanting to remain here forever. She feels so good, she feels like fucking heaven.
She feels like home.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Scarlett
Holy fuck.
Now I know why people are sex maniacs. I’ve become crazy for this man and the pleasure he weaves so effortlessly. I’m still shaking with aftershocks, feeling his softening cock inside me, his body branded on mine, and I want him again.
I want everything he has to offer.
He’s only feeding my obsession, my love.
“Fucking hell,” I say out loud, and he laughs then groans.
“Yeah,” he replies, before pulling out and collapsing on top of me, his weight heavy and reassuring as he presses his chest against my pounding heart. “Give me a minute...maybe two, then we’re doing that again, baby,” he murmurs, his fingers still digging into the flesh at my hips bruisingly but fucking perfect. I want to wear his bruises, his marks. I want everyone to know he’s mine.
“I love you too,” I tell him, stroking back his sweaty hair and kissing his forehead. He closes his eyes at my touch.
“I don’t know how I got so lucky, maybe I don’t need to, all I need to do is appreciate it and hold you close for the rest of our lives,” he whispers, kissing above my heart and perching his chin on my chest as he looks up at me, our legs tangled together.
“You big, soppy bastard,” I tease, stroking his face. God, it feels like coming home, it feels so right to have him here with me. I was missing a piece and now that it’s back I feel whole, I feel better, safer in a way only Max Hunt can offer me. “I feel the same way, you aren’t getting away from me now, Mr. Hunt.”
He closes his eyes, shivering then. “Fuck, I’m filling that dirty fucking mouth of yours next,” he grumbles, leaning his forehead against my chest as I laugh.
“Bring it on, big guy, I’ll love it,” I purr, trailing my fingers down his back and squeezing his plump ass, making him shake his head against me.
“What have I created? A fucking insatiable monster,” he mumbles.
“No, babe, I’ve always been like this, you’re just lucky enough to become my obsession,” I tease, and he looks up.
“Baby girl, you were my obsession before you even saw me watching like a fucking pervert. Tracing your curves through my window, fucking my own hand while imagining it was this sweet little body of yours.”
Fuck, his words have me wet again. The dirty side of me loves how much he craves me, how much he watched me when I didn’t even know. Maybe that makes me fucked up, but I don’t care anymore. With Max, nothing else matters.
“I’m hungry, make me some food so I can fuck you again,” I demand, slapping his ass to get him moving.
“I’m just a cock to you, aren’t I?” he teases. “I feel so objectified.”
“Get your fine ass up and I’ll objectify you some more,” I offer, making him laugh as he drops another kiss on my lips.
“I better feed you, you’re going to need your stamina, baby,” he taunts, before untangling himself and getting to his feet.
He winks down at me and turns, prowling to my kitchen like he owns the place, my eyes catching on his plump, perfect behind. Fuck, I wanna take a bite out of that man.
Hell, maybe I will, he would love it, the dirty bastard.
I grab his shirt, not for modesty, but it’s cold, and I slip into it before padding after him. I hop up on the counter, sipping my lukewarm tea, and watch him as he moves around my kitchen, comfortably naked, as he starts to make toasties for both of us.
I stare, almost drooling, feeling like this should be a porno. A naked hot man cooking in my kitchen. Shit, I would watch the hell out of that. He licks butter from his thumb and I almost groan, clenching my thighs together. He must hear me, because he looks up, his eyes dark and his eyebrow arched. He takes me in and I grin, bringing my mug up to hide it, taking another sip.
“Enjoying the show?” he inquires, moving over and placing his hands on either side of me on the counter.
“Yes, but now I’m hungry for something else entirely,” I purr, purposely trailing my eyes down to his semi-hard cock.
He groans, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling. “Fucking hell, baby, I’m trying to feed you here.”
“You could feed me something else,” I tease.
He freezes, his eyes slowly coming up to mine, and I shiver at the look there, at the absolute hunger and need. Without warning, he grabs my mug, tosses it into the sink where it shatters, and picks me up. I gasp, letting out a little giggle as he throws me back onto the table, my legs dangling off the edge.
Pressing up on my elbows, I watch him as he steps between my parted thighs, gripping them as he stares down at me like a starving man. “You shouldn’t tease me, baby, unless you want the consequences.”
“Oh, I want them alright,” I fire back.
He yanks me to the edge, flips me over so my face is pressed to the wood with my ass in the air, and brings his hand down onto my exposed cheek. The slap stings, sending a shockwave of pain through me, but I groan and push back, wanting more. Wanting everything he can give me.
“Again,” I demand, and he groans, but brings his hand down, slapping both cheeks and making me almost scream at the white-hot pain it sends through my body. He runs his finger down my pussy then.
“Fuck, you love it, you’re drenched,” he groans. “My dirty little angel.”
“Yes,” I groan, pushing back, asking for more.
He obliges, spanking me again, harder this time, no doubt leaving a pink imprint of his hand.
“You want me
to fuck you on this table? Is that right, dirty girl? You want me to impale you on my cock, and spank this pretty pink ass of yours while I fuck you?” he whispers, leaning over me to lick the shell of my ear.
“Yes, please, Mr. Hunt,” I purr, pushing back into his fingers, which are stroking my pussy almost absentmindedly.
“What about if I fucked this tight little ass of yours instead?” he murmurs, his finger tracing up my pussy to my other hole, circling it almost threateningly. “I think you would love it. I could fill your tight little ass with my cock and your pussy with my fingers, bend you over and make you hold on as I do whatever I want to your body,” he tells me, nibbling at my lobe as I shiver against his fingers, his words turning me on until I feel my wetness drip down my thighs.
“You going to back those words up?” I challenge, my voice breathless.
“My dirty little girl,” he whispers, his fingers dipping back to my pussy and pressing inside of me, making me gasp and push onto them. He fucks me with them before pulling them out, making me whine and him laugh, before he trails them back across my ass to my other hole, circling it again.
He pushes the tip of his finger inside and I press back, relaxing to let him in, and he pops past the ring of muscles there, stilling. “Good girl, hmm, you’re going to take my cock soon.”
He fucks me with that finger softly, pulling out and pushing back in before adding another, both slick with my cream, until I’m pressing back, begging for more.
“You want another?” he asks, and then adds another finger, stretching my ass. It feels so fucking wrong and right that I grab on to the table edge, pushing back as he fucks me with them.
I’m building up to something strong, something so powerful that when he suddenly pulls his fingers out of my ass and grips my hips, I whine, but soon his cock dips into my pussy, just a few thrusts, before he notches the head at my ass.
“Relax for me, baby,” he demands, and I do, laying my cheek on the table as he slowly pushes the head of this thick cock inside of me, working his way in only an inch before he pulls back out and pushes back in, sliding in deeper this time with a bite of pain accompanying it.
