“Normally, I would. But right now, I want to watch youwatching the lightning. Feel the storm as I eat you, let it swirl around you as I take you closer and closer to coming. Then I want your eyes on me,” he says gruffly, grabbing onto my legs and pulling me down to his mouth.
The moment his lips surround my clit, I can barely keep my eyes open and focused. Pleasure zings through every nerve in my body, much like the wind whips through the open door. Max wastes no time getting me right at the edge of the cliff, but pulls back again and again. My thighs begin to shake as perspiration covers my body. A heavy rain pelts the building exterior, wind bringing part of it inside, but neither of us notice. My gaze is locked on Max, watching as he winds me up again.
“Max, please,” I whimper, and I see an almost imperceptible nod in response. He slips a hand around my leg, sliding two fingers inside me. Finding my G-spot immediately, he taps against it at the same pace as he sucks on my clit. A wave of pleasure so exquisite, so indescribable, overtakes me, and I lose the ability to breathe as I ride the wave. Aftershocks rack my body as I collapse down against Max, and I attempt to slide off his face, but he won’t let me. Lips never leaving my pussy, he immediately builds me up again, never letting me catch my breath as I come twice more.
“No more,” I moan, my entire body shaking.
“You’ve got at least two more,” he murmurs, but reluctantly lets go of my legs. I slide to the side, against the back of the couch, and close my eyes. It’s not lost on me that I’m only wearing a bra, while Max is completely clothed, but there was something inherently sexy about what just happened. I felt like I was taking ownership over my orgasms somehow.
“No more,” I mutter. “My vagina has a pulse.”
Max snorts. “Pretty sure that’s a good thing.”
“Not when blood flow has circumvented my heart to go straight to my clit. It will all be dead if I don’t get a second to catch my breath.”
Max shifts, carefully pushing me to the end of the couch, and stands up. He takes the blanket we were using to cuddle and coversme. “Relax. I’ll get the piggies back in their cage. Did I tell you I bought them a bigger cage?”
I yawn. “No. You didn’t need to do that. I don’t want to spend money on that right now.”
“I didn’t spend your money, I spent mine,” he says as he flits around the room. Eyes closed, I listen as he opens the cage, then grabs one of the balls. He murmurs quietly to whichever girl he’s unloading first, but his voice is so low I can’t hear much else except for the words “home” and “comfort.”
“Whatcha saying to them?” I ask.
“Nothing.” More quiet rumblings as he pops the other pig into the cage.
“Liar.”
Max laughs. “Nothing you need to worry about.”
“They’re my pigs, Max.”
I hear him pad toward me, then feel his arms under my body as he easily lifts me into his arms. “Fine. You want to know what I told them?”
“Yes.”
“I said this is home, and you’re never leaving.”
I snort, lifting my head to look at him. “Funny. What did you really say?”
“What?” he asks innocently, his eyes sparkling. “I told them I have every intention of keeping you naked and chained to my bed until I can knock you up and make you marry me.”
“I honestly can’t tell what you’re being truthful about,” I reply warily.
“Maybe all of it. Maybe nothing at all. At this moment, does it really matter, though?” As we enter his room, he launches us onto the bed. His face only an inch from mine, he smiles. “Your pussy still pulsating?”
“No?”
“Good. You said you wanted me to fuck you hard, so I’m gonna do that now.”
“Okay,” I reply excitedly. Max covers my lips with his, slidingboth arms around my back tightly. I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his cock hit my core perfectly, and my body shivers in response. “No” may have been a little presumptuous of me. My pussy is still pulsating. With my lips still plastered to his, I mumble, “You should have taken off your pants before you got on top of me.”
“You’re underestimating my dick’s ability to break through clothing. I think he’s stronger than cotton.”
I run a hand along the nylon joggers he’s wearing. “This isn’t cotton.”
“What the hell is it then?” he asks as he peppers kisses down onto my neck.
“Nylon is synthetic — oh, that’s a good spot right there,” I sigh breathily as he nibbles on my collarbone. Pulling an arm from underneath me, he grabs a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tweaking it perfectly. “Another good spot.”
