“Yeah, Kitten, I’m going to fuck that ass of yours soon. I want to make sure you’re ready for me when I do.”
His husky answer sends shivers of awareness down my spine, and the moisture between my legs should be shameful, but it’s not. My reaction to Max is beautiful, beyond anything I ever experienced before and ever dreamed I could.
“Max either fuck me or quit torturing me,” I cry, squirming now has he has my nipple captured between his thumb and forefinger, tormenting it and making my knees go weak.
“Does my little Kitten need to be fucked?”
“Are you going to talk about it or just give it to me?” I growl when I fail, yet again, to get my hands away from his hold.
“I can’t give you my dick, baby. I’m out of raincoats, and we can’t let that happen again.”
“They’re condoms, Max, and I hate them,” I try to sound hateful, because I do indeed hate them, but his hand, picks that moment to slide down my stomach, pushing my skirt and panties low on my hip, so his hand has free reign to my pussy.
“Fuck! You’re soaked,” he growls, as his fingers dip inside of me, moving, through the cream he encounters, and raking the sensitive skin in one delicious, smooth glide. He thrusts his fingers inside while the palm of his hand rubs against my clit.
“Max, hurry….anyone could come in,” I whisper, riding his hand and getting more and more desperate to come.
“Let them. I don’t care if they all see me fuck my woman. Because you are, aren’t you, Tess? You belong to me. Don’t you?”
“Oh, God, Max, don’t stop. Please…Oh fuck…please…”
“Please what? Say it, Kitten. Say it.”
“Play with my clit. Make me come, Max. Oh God, make me come.”
“There’s my good girl,” he purrs, manipulating my clit like only he can. He’s right. I belong to him. I’m his. “When I get you home, where I have the supplies, I’ll give you my dick. I’ll bend you over the kitchen table and fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk afterwards.”
“Max…” I call out, oblivious to where we are now, needing only for Max to keep working his magic.
“Then, after you come all over my cock, I’m going to tie you to the bed and torture you for hours with all the pretty toys I bought you today. Hours, Tess. Hours, doing nothing but making you come over and over.”
“Oh, Jesus…” I cry, picturing him doing just that and the image is enough to send me to the edge. “Max! I’m going to come!”
“Not until I tell you, Tess,” he says, the beard he’s been growing tickling the inside of my neck as he continues his biting. I’ll have bruises there when we’re done. He loves marking me. Hell, I love it too.
“Damn it, Max, please. Oh god, honey, I need to come.”
“Give me your mouth, Kitten.”
I turn my face, blindly searching, my body moving fast and hard against his hand and squeezing the hell out of it—riding it with all I have. Our noses brush, our teeth bump and then his tongue is pushing in my mouth, claiming it, owning it and swallowing my cries as I come so hard my legs want to collapse. The pressure of Max’s hand on my wrist, pinning me, is the only reason I’m still standing. As he slowly leaves go, I give him the weight of my body, my nails biting into his arms, afraid he’ll let go before I can stand.
His fingers casually leave me, leaving a trail of wetness in their wake. “Tess,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse and gravelly. I open my eyes to look at him. His fingers are soaked with my wet, glossy, cream. He runs his tongue over them playfully, before sucking them in his mouth. I feel my center clench, and I swear I come again just watching him. “My woman tastes good.”
“Jesus,” I gasp, and it’s the only word I have the air to utter.
He finally pulls my clothes back up, with a cocky look. “I think all you should wear from now on are those stretchy skirts. That way I can fuck you whenever and wherever I want. Much easier access.”
Jesus. I may never wear jeans again.
* * *
Jenna
I watch as the little know-it-all-bitch twists her ass and walks away with Max. My Max. I had him right where I wanted him before that bitch of an ex of his went and ruined shit. Now he comes crawling back here, asking the boys for help, dragging along some bony-ass broad and ignoring me. That’s not going to work. He thinks he can whisk her away to Aruba, where she can have the life I should have had? Oh fuck, no. That shit isn’t going to happen. Max is loaded, and that should be mine. If I can’t get money from him, then I’ll make sure she doesn’t either. Shit, he’s an escaped criminal on the run, right? Has to be a fucking reward in that somewhere. Just watch how fast that bitch leaves him twisting in the wind if her high and mighty friends on the outside know she’s not a hostage, but sucking a felon’s cock and begging for more.