Chapter Six
Max
I fucking hit the jackpot with Belinda, no question about it.The idea I could break down on the side of the fucking road on the way home from work and land myself a curvy, submissive beauty who likes erotic asphyxiation, ass play, and bondage is almost unthinkable.You just don’t get this lucky!Yet here we are.She’s literally what dreams are made of.With my fingers wrapped around my princess’s delicate, pale throat, I drive her down on my cock, forcing her to take me all, until her pussy’s slapping down on my sac.
Belinda moans, her hands splaying over mine as she closes her eyes, surrendering entirely to the moment.
She lookssodamn beautiful.She’s the perfect woman, the woman I’ve been searching for all these years.She’s all luscious locks, curves, and softness—a Renaissance artwork or Grecian goddess come to life.And I have every intention of unleashing a torrent of cum deep inside her, and with any luck, six weeks from now, she’ll be mine forever.I’m no fool ...the universe has delivered on a lifelong wish and there is no way in hell I’m letting her go.
My baby girl’s hands stray from her neck to trail over her breasts, and past the sweet swell of her belly, to toy with her clit.She gurgles under my hold, another deep moan escaping her lips as her pretty face reddens and pleasure assaults her gorgeous body.“Oh, God.Yes!”she rasps, and those breathy, desperate words nearly tip me over the edge.
“Fuck this,” I swear, and in one fluid motion I roll us over, manhandling her so she’s under me and I can plow home with all the strength I possess.Releasing her throat, I pin her arms above her and slam my cock into her tight, bare pussy as hard as I can.
Belinda arches her back and wraps her legs around me, crossing her ankles, her thick thighs gripping my muscular form like her life depends on it.“Oh, Max,” she cries, her striking green gaze locking on my face with lust-glazed desire.“Fuck me harder, please.”
What kind of bastard would I be if I were to deny such a simple request?Discarding my grip on her wrists, I tuck my arms underneath her and grasp her shoulders, drawing her closer, until her mouth is at my neck and mine at hers.
Her hands roam my back, and she drags her pretty red nails over my skin, marking me with her kitten claws just as I wanted.
I revel in the subtle pain, and it drives me to thunder deeper—as deep as I can physically go without splitting her wide open—until I’m shunting us across the floor with every frenzied and powerful thrust.
“Oh, God!”my beautiful plaything cries out as she bites down on my neck, her breath hot against my ear a moment later.“I can’t hold on,” she sobs as she begins to tremble around me.“I’m going to come!”
I growl possessively and bite down on her throat, sucking the skin hard, marking her as mine and forcing her blood to well just beneath the surface.“Not without me,” I command.I’msoperilously close.My sac tightens and my ass clenches, tension building in my thighs as I jackhammer into her, holding anything.I need to make this load count.I must make her mine.And there’s no way that a sweet, intelligent, and needy submissive princess like Belinda would abandon her baby’s daddy, especially if he’s only too willing to step up and be the man she needs.Our chemistry is too raw and too strong to be anything but true compatibility...our potential is undeniable.
Belinda’s pussy grips my thrumming cock in a viselike grip, and she keens under me, thrashing her head from side to side in divinely beautiful frustration as her ecstasy reaches a fever pitch.“Max!I can’t—” she moans, biting off her complaint, her face stricken with the prettiest mix of anguish and pleasure I’ve ever witnessed.
My own release plows into me like a monster truck, slamming into the depths of my prostrate with an aggression that steals my breath away.“Now!”I growl through gritted teeth, my brows knitted as I explode within her, mentally willing every little swimmer riding the tide to make a beeline straight for her womb.
Belinda dissolves into a blithering, shivering, and tearful mess.Expletives spill from her lips like prayers as she milks me for all she’s worth.She rides her release like a wild Valkyrie riding through fields of battle.She bucks and shakes, her fists leaving my back to tangle in her own hair as she holds on, anchoring herself, white fingers clenched as she holds her breath.
“Fuck,” I groan, a fine slick of sweat covering my whole body despite the fact it’s the height of winter and we’re snowed in, a blizzard raging beyond our cozy paradise.I rest my forehead against hers, just breathing her in, watching her intently as she comes down.But then it seems I’ve lost her.
Her eyes are vacant, and she doesn’t respond when spoken to, but her breathing is steady, her body finally relaxed in the wake of the tension of her soul-shattering orgasm.And it’s then that I realize she’s in subspace.“Oh, princess,” I coo, brushing a sweaty tendril of hair from her face.“I’ve got you.”She needs aftercare and rest.This isn’t my first rodeo but finding a woman who doesn’t need to be coached and naturally submits to the oblivion of mind-numbing pleasure is a rarity.Most don’t allow themselves to let go on such a deeply primal level.They hold on, unwilling to relinquish that level of control, too afraid to give in to the unknown.But not my gorgeous, curvy girl.
Allowing myself to catch my breath, I stay with her, supporting my weight as I simply marvel at the remarkable woman I’ve managed to ensnare.Thinking back to my poor truck on the side of the road, I can’t help but smile.I’ve never been more thankful for a breakdown in my life!I never could have imagined, even in my wildest dreams, that I’d chance upon a stunning, single woman lodging in a nearby cabin so close to my work and usual travel route.
If I believed in things like fate, I’d saythiswas it.Our meeting, our snowed-in night, tangled in each other’s arms, fulfilling our most intimate and spicy holiday desires...Shit like this only ever happens in the movies!A smile cracks my lips as I withdraw with regret.I could live in this delicious, juicy pussy.I sigh and scoop her up in my arms, lifting her onto the bed with ease before tucking her in gently.I cocoon her body among the blankets and pillows, making sure she’ll stay warm as the heat of our passion fades.
Satisfied that she’s okay, I spend several minutes just stroking her hair and whispering to her in soothing tones about how well she did.“Good girl,” I say, rising from the bed to stretch out my sweaty limbs.Returning to the open-plan lounge, I dig through my discarded clothes for my packet of cigarettes.There’s nothing better than a post-coital smoke, at least there wasn’t until Belle.Lighting up and taking a deep drag, I exhale a wafting plume of smoke as I stare at the fireplace, momentarily mesmerized by the crackling, dancing flames.
My mind wanders back to our insanely epic fuck-fest and I sigh.That was so insanely hot.When I finish my cigarette, I toss the butt into the fire and make my way to the bathroom.I need a steaming hot shower in the worst way.I might be as happy as the cat who got the cream, but I’m covered in a sticky mess of cum, ice cream, wine, and sweat—and I want to be fresh as a daisy for round two when my beauty wakes up.And after that, I’m making my baby mama breakfast in bed.
