Control Me(8)

“Me, too, Max,” I whispered back; my voice was barely audible. I was so aroused. I couldn’t stop touching him. I had to touch him to make sure he was real.

This was definitely going to be such a huge mistake, but I didn’t care. He was just too tempting, too hard to refuse. Considering my past experiences with men, there was no way I was going to give up the opportunity to have hot sex with Australia’s hottest playboy. No woman in her right mind would refuse an opportunity like this. Max was a man who knew what he wanted. He was so fucking hot and highly experienced in this department; God, just thinking of the pleasure he could give me, brought me out in a flush. I wanted him. I needed him.

With obvious expertise, he rid me of my black bikini, removing my top-half first and crushing my breasts to his hard muscular chest. He then moved on to my bottoms, which he deftly removed and recklessly threw across the room. Despite the coolness of the air-conditioned poolroom, my body was on fire. Just the way he looked at me, with his gaze raking over my now-naked body, devouring me like a starving man, made me go weak at the knees. Good grief! If he could turn me on with just one look, I could only imagine what I would feel when he finally touched me. I was about to combust just thinking about it.

Gently and ever so slowly, Max traced my lips with the pad of his thumb. “Do you know how many years I’ve fantasised about having this mouth wrapped around my cock?”

He fantasised about me? No way, the Max Brunetti fantasised about me? His admission gave me a newfound confidence, and I flashed him a seductive smile.

“Well, Mr. Brunetti, I’m about to make that fantasy of yours come true.”

I dropped to my knees without breaking eye contact. Never had I taken the initiative with a man; I astounded myself by my own forthrightness.

I knew I would never be able to say “No” to Max. He was too potent and too irresistible.

At least I wasn’t a blubbering idiot like I was at breakfast. To think of it, that was how I usually acted around him; I always had. I quickly unfastened his pants and belt in one hit. I was frantic to get them off and discover what was ‘packaged’ inside. With an abrupt pull, I removed his trousers and tossed them aside. With trembling hands, I pulled his boxers down and his cock sprang free, almost whacking me in the face.

Holy mother of God! Max Brunetti had one hell of an enormous piece of junk hidden beneath those pants! He pulled my hair back roughly, holding it away from my face and looking directly into my eyes, before he asked, “Too much for you to take in, babe?”

What an arrogant pig!

Max was hung like a fucking horse! No way was I going to let him intimidate me and think he could control me by the size of his glorious dick. I licked my lips and wrapped my left hand around his thick shaft. I slowly stroked down his length and then back up again, circling my palm around the head of his cock before taking him into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned and sucked in a breath.

I smiled at his reaction, not bad for an amateur. I had only tried oral sex once with a guy I dated in Paris, and it was a complete disaster! I proceeded to swirl my tongue around the head of his cock while my hand kept stroking his shaft. I savoured the salty taste of him. Max was so damn hard and masculine; I could easily become addicted to him. I tried to take more of his thick cock into my mouth without gagging and becoming too uncomfortable. Ever so slowly and seductively, I pulled back, licking my lips in the process. “Mmm,” I murmured. He tasted deliciously salty, and I wanted more.

“Baby, your mouth is so hot, like velvet. It’s so fucking good, baby,” he growled.

Max fucked my mouth with slow, deep thrusts while I sat on my knees, moaning in pleasure. I was enjoying the reaction I was getting from him. I watched as he tilted his head back, eyes closed and lips parted as he inched closer and closer to his release. I began to prepare myself for his cum; I didn’t actually want him to come in my mouth. I wanted to taste him, but I was scared I was going to gag and make a fool of myself.

All of a sudden, he pulled out of my mouth and demanded roughly, “Get up.”

Now back on my feet, he slammed me against the door, crushing his mouth to mine in wild abandon. His kiss was so powerful, so controlling; it was as if he was demanding my obedience and surrender.

I surrendered all right.

“Condom,” he mumbled between heated kisses. Shit, I never even stopped to think of that. Somehow, Max managed to grab one out of his pants that had been recklessly discarded on the floor. Thank fuck for that.

With the condom in place, Max pulled me up by both knees so I was straddling his waist. I could feel the head of his cock sliding up and down my wet slit. I groaned and wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, crossing my feet behind his back, my hands gripping his shoulders.