“In fact …” Lowering his head, Max scored her neck with his teeth, tugging at the soft flesh until she thought she would lose her senses. “In fact, I want you to see everything. Want you to see every hard inch of me sink into your sweet quim.” Sliding one hand under her neck and one under her back, he rolled, pulling her body across his.
She planted her hands and knees around his body, finding her balance. Colleen blinked. The roles had reversed. She now had him pinned. Like a kitten might pin a bull mastiff. She knew he could throw her off with one finger, but the position of dominance still made her feel powerful.
With one palm on her bottom and the other wrapped around the thick base of his length, Max prodded her into position.
She swiveled her hips, felt him dip into her channel an inch, and backed off. Max dug his fingers into her skin and groaned. She smiled, pleased that she had the ability to torture him, too.
He looked up at her from heavy-lidded eyes. “I want you to watch as you slide onto me. Watch my cock tunnel into your body. Watch as our bodies become one.” Anchoring a hand at her hip, he spread open her lower lips with his thumb, and flicked her nub. Her body jerked. She was so wet, she was surprised she wasn’t dripping onto his length. She was more eager tofeelevery inch of him fill her, but if Max wanted her to watch, she could do that, too.
Guiding him to her opening, she widened her knees and eased him inside. She tried to go quickly, wanting him now, but after a couple of inches, her body pinched.
“Easy.” He gripped both her hips, slowing her descent. He circled her clit with his thumb, and her head fell back. She stared at the chipped paint on the ceiling. She tried to sit down farther, but Max held her hips steady.
“I want you watching, remember?” His voice was hoarse. She looked down. His gaze was fixed on the point where they connected. His pupils were so wide, his eyes looked black.
She followed his gaze. His cock was purpling with blood, the tip disappearing into her body. She saw him twitch, felt the corresponding quiver in her sheath.
The hollow of her back grew damp with sweat. Resting her palms on his chest, she leaned forward and kept her eyes focused where he demanded as she slid down another inch. Both of their breaths caught.
She could understand his fascination. Watching her plump lips swallow him down was entrancing. The soft hair at her entrance glinted red in the light, glistening with her desire. With one hand, she slid two fingers between her lips and scissored them open, exposing her inner folds.
Max cursed, loudly and inventively. She smiled. She’d heard worse on her trips to the docks with her husband, but she liked knowing she brought out the uncivilized side in this man.
Max moved her fingers to her clit, then wrapped both his hands around her bottom. “Touch yourself,” he commanded. “I want to watch you make yourself come.”
Her cheeks heated. She didn’t know if from embarrassment or lust. She didn’t care. Not thinking it possible, Colleen grew slicker. With Max pulling her inexorably down, inch by inch she enveloped him. Whether from the position or because of Max, but she’d never felt so full. The pressure grew until she was sure she couldn’t hold anymore. Max had reached her limit. With a grunt, he thrust his hips up and jerked her down, taking those last two inches and stealing the air from her lungs.
She dug half-moons into his shoulders. She’d been wrong.Nowhe’d reached her limit. She hoped. She was so filled, all her nerve endings sparking, that she knew there could be no more.
Until he rolled his hips. It was like a thousand tiny lightning bolts shooting through her cunny at once, followed by a thousand tongues easing the sting. Colleen couldn’t stop the small moan that escaped from her lips. Then she knew. Max hadn’t even come close to reaching her limit. This pleasure was only the beginning.
***
Max told his fingers to ease their grip, but they wouldn’t listen. He knew he must be leaving bruises on her plump little arse, ten round marks that spoke of his need. Her body was already splashed with color from his wax. She didn’t need any more. But his body didn’t want to listen to reason.
Digging into her softness, he pulled her close again, matching the thrust of their hips, feeling the pleasure that slid over his cock flow through the rest of his body.
Colleen’s sex was the slickest, softest bit of heaven that he could ever remember fucking.
She raised up an inch, and his hands slammed her back down where she belonged. A long, slow glide of her sheath over his entire length, from root to tip, would feel fucking amazing. But her wet heat surrounding him, squeezing him, was about as much as he could take. More than he deserved.
Colleen clenched her internal muscles and ground her pelvis into his, biting into her lush lower lip. Max just about lost his ever-loving mind.
Who knew buttoned-up women of business could fuck like this?
He needed to see just how far she’d let herself go. “Slide your hands up your stomach and cup those pretty breasts.”
Eyes closed, Colleen sat back and followed his instruction. Her fingers glided over her ribs to her destination. She cradled her breasts, circling her thumbs over the nipples, and her sheath jerked around him.
Max rammed into her, wishing his cock was ten inches longer so he could pierce to the center of her. He needed more. Wanted all of her.
“Your nipples are so red and hard, like cherries just before they ripen. Pinch them for me.”
She did, and the sound of her moan echoed around the room.
His body demanded release. It had never been this hard to wait on a lady’s pleasure. Squeezing his fingers tight, he pulled her down. His nails dug into drops of wax, scraping them from her skin.
“You look so good, I need to taste you.” He surged into her. “Will you offer up your sweet breasts for me, love?”
