I smile about the cute noises she releases when she comes before attempting to stretch her orgasm from one to two. The room spins when the sweet flavors of her orgasm coat my tongue. She tastes so good. It’s an addictive, extravagant banquet I lap up like a dog on heat.
“Oh, God… I can’t… it’s too much,” Demi pushes out between big breaths a couple of seconds later. She’s shuddering so much the brutal shake of her thighs is heard in her voice. “I need a minute… just one.”
I do one big lick up her slit to curb my desires for an hour or two before standing to my feet. I’ve barely dragged the back of my hand over my wet lips when Demi spots the thickness her taste always causes to my cock. She mutters, “Fuck sanity. I’d rather die than give this up,” under her breath before she shoves me back with more force than a woman her size should have.
The bathtub jabbing into the back of my knees folds them, then Demi aids in my fall by pushing down on my shoulders. The bite mark I’ve forgotten all about scarcely balances on the rim of the tub when Demi peels out of her nightie, then straddles my lap. I growl like a wild animal when the heat of her drenched pussy hits the crown of my cock. She’s so desperate to be filled by me, she only drags my dick’s head through the folds of her pussy two times before she lines up and drives home.
“Fuck, Demi. Fuck,” I say with a moan. I’m incredibly turned on by her impatience, but I am also concerned as fuck that I might have hurt her. We don’t always make love when we fool around, but I most certainly never aim to hurt her.
Any concerns that I’ve caused her pain fly out the window when she rises until the tip of my cock is braced at the entrance of her pussy before she slams back down. Her moans don’t belong to a woman in pain. She’s loving this as much as I am.
As her pussy sucks at my dick, sweat rolls down the gulley between her breasts. I feel her moan as much as I hear it when I lap up the salty blobs with my tongue before I shift my focus to her peaked nipples. I graze them with my teeth before sucking them into my mouth.
I fondle her breasts during her next five rises and falls before my body begs to get in on the action. My thighs scream in disgust when I raise my ass off the edge of the tub so I can meet Demi’s grinds thrust for thrust. I did enough squats tonight to put Kim Kardashian’s ass to shame, however, my quads come to the plate, preferring exhaustion over the possibility of ever disappointing Demi.
We pump, grind, and grunt on repeat until the pads of Demi’s feet dig into my ass, and my grip on her nape is responsible for the speed of our fuck. We’re in the middle of the bathroom where I kissed my crush for the first time, fucking the woman of my dreams. Things can’t get better than this.
I take back what I said when Demi moans, “I’m close.”
“Good,” I reply before pumping into her faster, harder, and more controlled. “Because so the fuck am I.”
Her moaned response to my reply almost sets me off. Cum races to the crest of my cock, but I hold back, refusing to come before Demi. She comes first, or I don’t come at all. Those are the rules.
Not trusting of my legs to keep me upright when I give in to the sensation gripping my sack, I step us toward the wall opposite the tub that commenced my demise. Once Demi’s back is braced against the sturdy backdrop, I drop my hand from her nape to her right hip, then arch my spine. The image of my cock pumping in and out of Demi’s drenched slit keeps my orgasm at bay even when Demi succumbs to the tension crackling between us. Her juices are coating my cock, and her eyes are brimming with both lust and love. There’s only one way this could get better.
Proof Demi is tapped into my inner-workings is exposed when the regaining of her senses is soon followed by her dismounting my cock and dropping to her knees. I bite out a curse word when she draws her lips over her teeth before she glides them over the crown of my cock. Her cheeks hollow partway down my veiny shaft before her tongue gets in on the action. She swivels it around the base of my dick before flattening it so she can take as much of me down her throat as she can.
I’m not ashamed to admit I blow my load the instant her lips get close to the cropped hairs spread across my pelvis. I’ve studied her sexual kinks in-depth so much the past two months, I know the difference between her wanting to give head and when she’s craving the taste of my cum. The flare darting through her eyes today is the latter.
Thank fuck because if it was the former, Max’s third maim of my ass tonight would have occurred long before the lusty gleam in Demi’s eyes were satiated.
15
Maddox
“Behave.”
I give Max a stern finger point before leaning over to kiss Demi goodbye. Excluding the occasional ass gnawing, Max has settled into our dynamic well the past few days. He hates the male half of the population, but he thinks the sun shines out of Demi’s ass, so I have no issues whatsoever with his overbearing protectiveness.
My ass—that’s an entirely different story. It’s still pissed about the five stitches and one big-ass needle it was handed after his last nip. Demi wanted to strangle the on-call doctor with his stethoscope when he suggested we put Max down. Fortunately for the doctor, Max kept a good four feet between Demi and him at all times so she never got the chance.
I thought Max hated me, but the pure disgust he had for the doctor made it obvious he tolerates me for Demi’s sake. The doctor wasn’t given the same courtesy. I’m still surprised he made it out of the cabin in one piece.
“Caidyn should be back around four. He got tied up at ‘work.’” When I air quote my final words, Demi smiles. We’re both suspicious he’s been doing a lot more than rebuilding his business the past couple of weeks. “I could stay, but then I’ll be late returning to take you to your shift at Petretti’s.”
I haven’t left Demi alone for weeks. The thought alone has my stomach curdling, but I see it being worse if I could not chaperone her shift at Petretti’s.
“I’ll be fine,” Demi assures me when my worries have me lingering in the living room like a bad smell. “Max won’t let anything happen to me. Will you, Max?” I forget he has mental issues when he rests his fat head on Demi’s thigh like he understands her. “Go do what needs to be done, then get back here. We’ve got a jam-packed weekend planned that leaves hardly any alone time. I need to squeeze in my fills whenever I can.”
“Don’t remind me,” I grumble, my mood worsening.
We moved back into the cabin by the lake the day we adopted Max, but the front door is like a revolving door of family and friends. We have visitors at all times of the day and night, although there has been a notable absentee. Justine.
Patching things up with her is one of the tasks Demi and I plan to tackle this weekend. I’ve just got to get this run over with first.
“Please be careful,” Demi implores while drifting her eyes over a smattering of bruises on my face. Last night’s fight went a little longer than normal, and the impressive skills of my competitor are seen all over my face. Thank fuck, I still won. The prize money bumped up our escape funds by a cool twenty thousand. “I love you.”
I flash Demi a cocky grin before replying, “I love you back.” I get a two-second nibble on her lips before Max gives me my marching orders. His bark is so brutal and loud, it pierces my ears.
