Devil's Prey(28)

Max pushed me onto my back and I lay on the sofa as his body straddled  mine. He quickly slipped my bikini top off and untied the string bottom  before ripping it away from my body and tossing it the floor. My legs  opened automatically as he slid two fingers inside of me and teased my  G-spot.

"How can such a beautiful angel be such a wanton slut when I get you  like this? You're a greedy little bitch, aren't you?" he whispered in my  ear as his fingers worked in and out of me with hard, steady precision.         

     



 

"Such sweet nothings you whisper into my ear, lover." I lightly bit the ear closest to my mouth.

"Only because you fuck me better than any woman I've ever known."

"Not as good as Raz though? Damn, I'm slippin'." I pouted and knew it wasn't a good look for me.

"Raz has never fucked me in his life but you do all the time. You and  your twisted mind fuckery . . . you make me yours and I don't even know  how I got in this position in the first place."

I smiled. "It's called practice. When you have nothing but your body and  your brain, you quickly realize which one is a better manipulator. What  happens when all of this is less than perfect?" I motioned toward my  form underneath his. "My brain will always be able to save me long after  I'm no longer young or beautiful."

"You'll always be gorgeous to me, Mags. Long after the shine has worn  off. I fell in love with your mind and soul long before I even knew you  had a heart in this body of yours. That's what I mean when I say that  you have me and you always will."

His words should have brought me peace but I was in full on panic mode.  What was this crap about love? What did he mean he fell in love with me?  That wasn't supposed to happen. We were a team, we respected each other  but love was for awe-struck, naïve women who'd never have true horror  visited upon them night after night. It didn't belong to the downtrodden  that watched their parents murdered in front of them. I could possibly  comprehend the enormity of his words but the bite of certainty and truth  almost made me physically nauseous.

Not because I didn't feel the same for him.

I did.

Max was handing me a piece of him that should have never been trusted  with a broken, twisted soul like me. All I could offer him was a  stitched together heart made of cheap silver metal instead of radiant  platinum, and emotions as jagged as glass. No man deserved that. Not  someone as fragile and perfectly dangerous as him.

He offered me his heart, clear as white diamonds and cut like the shape  of a perfectly polished specimen. It would pierce right through me and  leave my battered body beyond repair, my twisted soul in tatters and my  emotional frame of mind as shattered as it ever was and I would never be  the same again.

Fuck him for falling in love with me, and fuck me for fooling him into  thinking I was someone special enough for him to ever give a damn about.  If he'd been smart, he would have left me on the side of the road by  that horrible diner and never looked back. There was nothing about me  worth keeping and I wished to God I could convince him of that.

Just not at this moment.

It would have to come later. My mind reeled from our sexual dance and  all I wanted was him, his cock, and his hard body pressed against mine.

"Where'd you go?" he whispered before his mouth pressed against mine and  I swallowed the words that would do nothing to enhance the moment.

I was with him again and when he spread my legs further, I pushed down  his board shorts before he entered my depths with a red hot and  insistent passion.

My fingers grazed against his back as he rammed me hard and deep, his  Prince Albert whispering inside of me as he continued to take me to new  heights.

I threw my head back and he steadied himself on top of my body while his  hand wrapped around my throat and squeezed. The feeling of not being  able to breathe, his tongue in my mouth and his cock in my pussy was too  much to resist. I added fingernails and left a trail of blood and pain  against his back as he loosened his grip and allowed me to breathe.

Everything came out in quick, short bursts, the feeling of him slamming  inside of me, opening me to him and his body that demanded satisfaction  from mine.

I gave it to him too; my kegel muscles squeezed around his hardness and my hips met his thrusts with perfect timing.

"Tell me you want me to come inside you," he demanded.

"I want you to come inside me," I whispered.

"You want my jizz coating your walls and running out of your hungry pussy? You want my mouth to fuck it out of you?"

"Yes," I gasped.

"Then tell me what I want to hear, Mags."

My eyes met his own in defiance and although I didn't want to say the  words, if he came and then satisfied me, surely the power exchange was  worth it?

"I love you, Max."

Those four words. So small yet so big and they changed  every-fucking-thing I never wanted to be any different than what they  were now.

He grunted and I felt his release inside me as he rammed me hard several more times and stilled in satisfaction.

I could deal with a lot and that's why what we had together didn't  bother me the least bit. He practiced selfish sex where I rarely got off  but that was never the point. My reward always came after his and I was  fine with that. Max didn't just make me come, he took me to orgasmic  heights I'd never had with any other man.         

     



 

During the act of intercourse, he had nothing to give because he'd never  been given anything himself when his own innocence had been stripped  from him. This couldn't be fixed with a few self-help sessions-it was  truly the only way he knew how to have sex.

Afterward, when he kissed his way down my body and spread my legs, his  mouth doing things his cock could never do, I surrendered to the  sensation. His tongue fucking me in the same spot his dick had been  moments before. The way he pulled on my clit piercing and licked me hard  yet soft; rough and then gentle before bringing me to an  earth-shattering climax. I lost all sense of reason and room for  belonging anywhere except with this man.

It was beautiful and I loved every minute of it, including his kisses afterwards and the way we spooned on the sofa.

Max wrapped a leg around my waist to keep me in place and held me as close as possible, his face buried in my hair.

"It was never supposed to be like this, was it?"

Both sated and our sex highs only a lingering after thought, I replied, "What do you mean?"

"Was I always supposed to crave you like the air I breathe? Why couldn't you just be a great lay and nothing else, Mags?"

"Who ever said that had to change? I certainly didn't."

Max sighed and said something in a foreign language I couldn't  understand before he spoke English. "I hate oral sex. I never practice  it because it's disgusting. I don't want to put my mouth anywhere near  where my cock has been. But with you, it's compulsory. I need to taste  you and to taste me intermingled with you. It turns me on so much I want  to fuck you again but then I'm too tired. You drain me of energy and  the very essence that makes me a man."

I turned toward him though we couldn't see each other fully. "You hate eating me out?"

"No, I love eating you out but I've never done it with another woman  before because I couldn't bear the thought. No way would I have ever  done that to anyone who isn't you. Do you get it now?"

"Why me?" I whispered. "What's so different about me? Do I taste like vanilla and honey?"

He chuckled and I felt the rumble in his chest against my back. "No, you  don't. You smell like the deadliest sin and taste sweeter than the  ninth circle of Hell but I can't say no to you."

"Pride and treachery." I laughed. "Shit, I'm impressed."

"Pride goeth before destruction . . . The integrity of the upright  guides them, but the crookedness of the treacherous destroys them."

"I prefer ‘the path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the  inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men,' but hey, that's  just me."

Max sat up and looked down at me with clear blue-green eyes. "I didn't realize you were a Pulp Fiction buff."

I smiled before I bit my lower lip playfully. "You never asked."

"So, we can have a Pulp Fiction night?"

"You bet your ass but if you forget Jackie Brown, Goodfellas or Natural  Born Killers then I just might have to kick your ass," I snapped.

"Personally, I'm more of a Reservoir Dogs, Casino and True Romance type of guy."

I leaned up and kissed his lips. "That's not an all nighter, that's an  all day, watch-awesome-movies-in-between-fucking-our-brains-out type of  day."

He trapped my bottom lip between his teeth before he let go. "And what do we do after that?"

"Well, I figure once all this shit blows over, we'll have plenty of time  to catch up with all sorts of stuff. Mainly, we can watch our favorite  shows too. I'm a Sex & the City, Sons of Anarchy and Vampire Diaries  type of girl. If you make fun of my third choice, I will kill you."