Wicked Valentine(13)

“Max…” Her husky voice caressed his body like a soft blanket and settled into his gut.

“Soon, baby.”

She gaped at him, confused. “I want you, Max.”

He grinned. “I know, but we’re not done yet.” He dipped his head and kissed the corner of her mouth, heard her soft moan, and continued fluttering kisses up to her ear. “Don’t you want to know what comes next?”

Interest sparked in her eyes when she stepped back. “Yes.”

“Let’s go then. I promise it only gets better.”

Her eyes widened; she glanced down at his mouth and licked her lips. “But we will…”

“Yes…eventually.” Or he might die from pent-up arousal.

She held on to his hand when they left the room. A woman in a black uniform waited outside with cleaning supplies to sanitize the chair for whoever decided to use it next. He thought about the fact there was only one room left, but he wasn’t going to go there. For Nina, the third and final room wouldn’t be inside the main house. It was somewhere much more intimate. With steady strides, he guided her past what was the usual, designated third room, through a doorway that led to an outdoor garden. Couples strolled past them, some in twos and others in threes.

“I hope you don’t have any threesomes planned for me.” She peered behind them to the group that they’d passed.

He chuckled at the anxiety he heard in her voice. “No. That’s not the kind of stuff I had in mind. Why, did you want to try?”

She tapped him lightly on his abs. “Not really. I don’t mind trying kinky things, but sharing isn’t for me. I like my sole focus on one man, and I want to be his sole focus.”

He led her down a dimly lit walkway. Her heels clacked on the stone, reminding him with each tap that he needed to find out why she kept pushing him away. Kelly’s guesthouse loomed ahead of them.

Nina glanced up at him, questioningly. “Are people allowed in there?”

He pulled keys out of his pocket and smiled. “We are.”

They stepped through the doors, and he lost his voice when she turned on him. She dropped to her knees and tugged down his pants, freeing his cock.

Already rock hard and ready for action, he watched her wet her lips with the tip of her pink tongue and grip his shaft. “Oh, Max.” She glanced up at him with passion-dazed eyes. “You’re so big.” She squeezed, and he moaned.

“So hard.” She pumped him from root to tip. “And I bet you taste divine,” she added before licking a full line up the throbbing vein on the underside of his shaft. His cock pulsed, dripping precum from the slit. Oxygen evaporated from his lungs, leaving him breathless, when he saw her suck the head of his dick into her lips.

She moaned around him and the vibration fried his brain.

“Fuck, Nina, wait. This isn’t—” His hips bucked and thrust into her. She just sucked him in further, into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth and down her throat. He twined the long strands of her dark hair into his hands and fisted, pulling the mass away so he could watch.

Spit dripped down the sides of his dick each time she withdrew, pulling his slick cock out to the tip. Then she’d suck him in. Again and again she jerked him with her hand, her saliva easing the way for her to glide her fist faster over him. He panted and leaned back on the closed door, his body shaking with the need to come.

“Yes, baby. Suck me.” He moaned and thrust deeper into her lips, wanting to continue hearing the slurping noises she made with each suck. “Fuck! I’m gonna come.” He tugged on her hair, hauling her off his cock.

“What the—?”

He dragged her to the closest table he found, some type of writing desk, and lifted her to sit on the edge. She licked her lips and enticed him to fuck her with a sexy little smirk. He reached into his pocket, yanked out a condom, and tore it open with his teeth. Once sheathed, he gripped his shaft in his hand and jerked.

She stared down at his length for a moment before gazing up at him, her eyes full of hunger. “Fuck me, Max.”

Spreading her legs wide, she taunted him with her glistening folds. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit.

She moaned and dug her nails into his shoulders, urging him closer. “Please, Max. Don’t tease. I need you.”

Once his cock was covered in her juices, he slid home in one quick thrust. She moaned, and he groaned. God, the feel of her pussy surrounding his dick was unlike anything. It was even better than their previous time together.

She tilted her hips and curved her back, hanging on to his shoulders while he rammed her with his cock. His control snapped. His thrusts turned harsher, faster; he fucked her with hard drives. Each thrust became his way of branding her. He grunted, animalistic sounds. No one had ever driven him this far off the self-control he practiced.