Before I could utter a word, Max was encircling my waist and drawing me closer to him. I inhaled a deep breath when his hands pulled at the zipper on the side of my dress. His mouth lowered to mine, devouring it with wet, sucking kisses. I placed my hands on his strong, warm chest and inhaled his cologne.
Between kisses, I tried to speak, pushing at his strong chest. “What I meant was, why do you act like you hate me and then the next minute, you pretend to care for me?”
He stopped fumbling with the buttons and snaps of his clothes. Now, that just seemed to piss him off even more. He yanked me back into his arms and crushed his lips over mine. His tongue dipped into my mouth, and I responded back with pure desperation, my soft mewls of pleasure encouraging him to deepen the kiss. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. I couldn’t deny myself any longer; I wanted him. Yes, he made me angry, but that made me want him more, and he damn well knew I wanted him. I didn’t care anymore.
He slid his hand up from my waist to my breast, tenderly caressing it and kneading it softly. I moaned and leaned into his touch. He released my lips long enough to scoop me into his arms and carry me to the bed. Max sat down first and brought me down on top of him. I adjusted myself so I could straddle him, and we continued kissing like crazy teenagers. His hands coursed up and down my bare back. God, I loved the feel of his hands on my skin. I shifted slightly and his cock jerked. The thrill of knowing I could do that to him made me wiggle on him, grinding myself on his erection. My dress was now bunched up around my thighs, and the only barrier between us was my G-string and his pants.
“Please, Max, let me touch you,” I moaned and reached between us. My fingers went straight for his pants and I undid them. Reaching inside, I grabbed his cock, and it jerked its way out.
“Fuck, Jada; I want you so badly, babe.” I nipped at his bottom lip as I slid my G-string to the side and adjusted my body so his cockhead was pressed against the clenched opening of my sex.
“I need you inside me now, Max, or I’m going to go crazy.” My voice sounded hoarse and almost incoherent.
“I want that, too, babe. Get the condom out of my front pocket and put it on me.” I reached in his front pocket and quickly ripped the foil packet open with my teeth. My gaze zeroed in on his cock. Shit, his dick looks bigger every time I see it. I sheathed him. “Now, spread those gorgeous fucking legs and shove it in, Princess; it’s all yours, every inch.”
Inch by agonizing inch, I slid down on his cock. His head fell back on the bed and he let out a low, throaty rumble. “Jesus fucking Christ, babe; you’re so wet.”
I moved on him in slow circular motions, moaning every time my clit rubbed on him. “Oh, God, Max, I’m going to come.” My hands gripped his shoulders as I continued to ride him.
He took hold of my hips and held me still for a moment. “Can you feel how wet you are for me, babe? My cock feels so warm inside you. It feels good doesn’t it, Princess?”
I nodded. “Oh, God! Yes, Max; it’s so fucking good.”
Max let go of my hips and I began to move again. He pulled my head down toward his and kissed me in a soft, sweet kiss before I felt him come inside me. I felt his body jerk once and then tremble from the sheer pleasure of our climax. I collapsed against him.
He placed a few soft kisses on the side of my head. “See how good we are together, Princess?”
He gave me a cocky smile but didn’t move me off him. I touched his face, tracing his fine cheekbones and sexy jaw-line with his sexy stubble.
“I can see your brain is working overtime. What are you thinking, Princess?”
“What I’m thinking is that only a few short moments ago, I wanted to kick you in the…”
“Be careful, babe; that piece of my anatomy is still inside you,” he chuckled.
“Well, you know how to push my buttons; let’s just leave it at that.”
“You know, baby; I like the idea that I can make you lose total control. It turns me on something fierce.” He kissed and caressed me until I sighed from the pure pleasure.
“So, I’m forgiven for my behaviour in the car?”
Shit, Max was apologising to me. Wow, now I felt guilty because I retaliated and was just as badly behaved as him, if not worse.
“Well, only if you can forgive me for calling you a dickhead.”
“Tell you what, babe,” Max’s face lit up, “I am more than happy to give you the opportunity to make it up to me anytime and anyway you want. Preferably, I’d want it to be with your mouth on my cock.”
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MAX
I was in the bathroom when I heard screaming. What the fuck? I came running out of the bathroom to see Jada thrashing her head back and forth, screaming, “Get away from me!”