“Stop wriggling, Jada.” Maintaining his grip on my wrists with his left hand, he rolled me over so I was on all fours, and he placed his right leg over the back of my thighs.
I stopped struggling.
Max rubbed his palm over my ass. He kept stroking me with his fingers. My pulse was beating so fast I could feel it against my throat. The anticipation of what he would do next was killing me. I still had my white shorts on when his hand landed on my ass cheek, so it didn’t hurt that much but I still let out a tiny squeal. The second time didn’t hurt either, but the third one started to burn. By the time he spanked me for the fourth time, one on each butt cheek, it hurt like hell.
Then he dished out a series of fast spanks, finishing with three hard ones but quite low, rubbing the seam of my shorts, chafing my clit through the denim. My God, if he didn’t stop, I would come any damn minute.
Finally, he moved his leg and released my wrists. “Now, that’s more like it, baby. I like it when you are a good girl. Being obedient is quite a change. Perhaps I will reward you with an orgasm. Don’t move; stay exactly in that position,” he commanded.
I could not look at him, but I obeyed him. I was so turned on by his dominance that I would do anything.
Max deftly rid me of my shorts and inspected the red marks he had given me on my ass.
“Fuck that looks so hot, Princess.” He swept his palm over the marks. “So fucking hot, you have no idea how hard I am right now, babe.” He kissed each of my butt cheeks and ran his tongue over my sore, red ass.
Holy. Fuck. I was certain he could smell my arousal, and I could feel my juices dripping down my thighs. He placed his hand on my back and pushed my upper body to the mattress, leaving my ass in the air. Taking a butt cheek in each hand, he lifted me up and spread me open for his mouth.
I gasped.
He licked my slit, from my clitoris to my tight asshole. He rimmed the puckered ring with his tongue, and I moaned from the exquisite pleasure.
Is this what Milan meant about being ‘kinky’? Because if it was, I most certainly I liked it.
***
MAX
A thrill shot through me that Jada enjoyed my raunchy side.
I knew Jada liked what I was doing to her; I could feel her shudders and responses. She was completely wanton, which only increased my determination to please her.
“Max…” she whispered, “if this is your idea of punishment, I’m thinking I may always have to be bad and push your buttons.”
“I’m no way near finished, Princess.” I laughed and continued to torment her. I tongue-fucked her ass and pussy until she was about to come apart. Her husky groans and rasps caused my cock to jerk against the zipper of my jeans. “Roll over, baby.”
She rolled over, and I instantly buried my face in her pussy. I sucked relentlessly on her clit until she bucked against my mouth and came all over my face.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful when your pussy twitches like that.” I stroked her face with trembling hands; she was truly beautiful. I looked at her; hoping she could see how much she meant to me and that this wasn’t just about the sex.
Instead, she grinned up at me and said, “Fuck me, Max. I want it hard, fast and rough. Anywhere and any position, however you want. Here on the bed, the floor, the wall, or even a fucking chair; I don’t give a shit. All I know is I like that primitive look in your eyes, and it turns me on so badly.”
I took her sassy mouth in a brutal kiss. I staggered back, spun and pinned her against the wall.
“Help me get these jeans off.”
We dispensed with all of our clothes, and I grabbed her by her hips and plunged my cock deep into her wet pussy.
“Yes. Oh, God. Yes,” she cried.
Jada had her legs wrapped around my waist, grinding into me every time I thrust into her. It was hard; it was fast and it was rough.
Her head fell back against the wall, and she moaned, “Fuck me harder, Max,” milking my cock with her pussy. “Max, wait, stop; I heard a noise. What was it?” Jada’s eyes searched around the room to see what the noise could be.
“It’s nothing, babe. Just keep gripping my cock, that’s the only noise you need to worry about.”
“Max. Stop. Someone is here. Oh, my God, what if it’s my mother?”
“Big fucking deal; she knows we have sex, Jada!”
“There is no way I am doing this if my parents are back!’
Jada shrieked, “Oh, my God,” when she heard her mother’s voice call up the stairs. “Jada, are you upstairs? Your dad and I are home.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jada uttered.
Looking at Jada’s face was hilarious; she was in pure torture. “Are you going to answer her? You better; otherwise, she may just come all the way up here. Answer her, Princess.”