“Are you ready?” he asks, his lips on my shoulder.
I nod. He drops his hand from my breast, rubbing his erection through my pussy, coating himself.
I fold my arm back and around his neck, pinning him close.
Slowly, he pushes inside me, sheathing himself.
We groan in unison as he begins to move and I rock into him, my hips slamming down as he thrusts up. The room echoes with every slick, filthy connection of our skin.
I widen my knees, granting him better access.
“Fuck, Gemma,” he growls, plunging into me so deep I swear I can feel him in my throat.
I cry out as he grips my hips, slamming into me.
“Is this mine?” he pants.
“Yes,” I gasp. “It’s all yours, Max.”
“That’s right,” he says, his voice all smoke and heat.
He drops a hand, and I hear the distinct click of a plastic cap right before a drizzle of cool liquid trickles through my crack. He rubs the lube over my arsehole.
“I’m gonna get you ready here, okay, sweetheart?”
I nod, whimpering and moaning, my body begging to be stuffed full of him.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he grunts. “I fucked you all day and night and I still need you. So. Fucking. Bad.” He punctuates his last three words with a thrust, jamming into me until I see stars.
“More, Max,” I cry.
A finger pushes into my arse.
He perfects an alternating rhythm, moving his cock and finger in tandem. I relax into the feel of him, coaxing me open. He slides his finger out, rubbing circles around my hole before plunging back in. He understands exactly what I need, reading my body as if it’s written in a language only he speaks.
“I’m going to stretch you open,” he declares. “And then I’m gonna fuck both your holes.”
“Please…” I sigh.
He adds a second finger to my arse, working me open with thick, slick circles until I’m shaking.
My pussy strangles his cock.
“So damn tight,” he grits out. “So perfect.”
I don’t respond because I can’t. I’m lost in oblivion as he pushes me closer to the edge.
“I’ll come like this,” I breathe.
He bites my shoulder. “Yeah?”
I nod frantically and he speeds up his movements. “Come for me,” he says, and I lose control, coming apart all over his cock and fingers. I bear down, riding out the wave as long as I possibly can. My body trembles and convulses as he tapers back, prolonging my pleasure.
When the stars dissipate and I come back down, he pulls out and I whimper at the loss, the emptiness so profound. Dropping down to my elbows, I press my cheek to the bed, gripping the sheets as I anticipate more.
“I’m gonna fuck your arse with my cock and your pussy with the dildo now,” he says.
I nod.
