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Doyou know how hard it is to actually put suspenders on? Do you know how hard it is to do when you’re eight months fucking pregnant? Let me tell you, practically impossible. But the way Max eyes me like I’m some juicy forbidden fruit he’s desperate to take a bite out of, it was worth every second of the grief it took to get them on.
“Fuck me. I’m dreaming, Angel,” he announces loudly as soon as we get in the door, and he drops the zipper on my dress the second we’re in the kitchen. I blush as I feel his eyes rake over me as the slinky material falls to the floor. Taking in the view. I’m pregnant, I’m fucking massive and the furthest thing from sexy. Well, I thought so. Even if I thought he’d like the suspenders, I wasn’t expecting quite the reaction I’m getting from him.
“Bet you’ve felt real naughty wearing them all evening, huh?” he asks me as I kick off my mid-height extra wide heels, his voice low and slick as his eyes dart up and down my legs. His hands find my sides, teasing small circles down my exposed skin.
I nod. Noticing how breathless I am all of a sudden. Max tips his head away from my ear and hollers.
“Room, play the fuckingArctic Monkeys. Do it loud. My girl’s going to scream tonight, and I doubt you’ll get loud enough to cover that.” He licks his lips as he grabs a handful of my hair in his hand and pulls me closer to him. Roughly kissing my lips, I feel his hunger, I feel his need and it has a moan rolling off of my lips.
His kiss is forceful as he teases my tongue with his own, another needy rumble falls from my mouth.
“You know how hard you make me, Angel?”
“You know how hard it’s been, watching you dance in that dress and not being able to peel it from you, not being able to taste you, all of you. Not being able to claim what’s mine.”
“I’m yours?” I stumble unable to correct him.
“You’re mine. You’re all fucking mine, baby.” His bruising kiss takes over, his filthy words are all I can hear. My nipples harden, my pussy’s already soaking wet and desperate as his hands travel down my body, teasing and tickling my skin. When his fingertips find my knickers, he skims over my cheeks and then yanks my knickers up, exposing all of my arse cheeks and then his hand crashes down, I hear the smack of skin, I revel in the pain mixed with so much damn pleasure. The devilish need inside of me cries out for him to do it again.
“Max…” I moan, and he does it once more.
“Yes, Angel?” he asks as his hand finds my cheek. I bite my lip. Damn that feels good. He cups my arse in his big, calloused hands as his mouth finds mine and his kiss takes everything he needs from me. I give it all back to him, my tongue tracing, tasting. Wanting him in every way he’ll have me.
“I’m yours,” I tell him breathlessly in between our kisses as my hands find his shirt buttons and start to undo them. His hands moving from my arse, with my arms near his front he can’t reach all the way around me with my bump now. Once each button is undone, I open his shirt and push it off of his broad shoulders. Marvelling at his chest, covering my hands in every ridge of hard muscle. His skin is a thing of beauty, ripped and covered in tattoos and if you were to design the ideal man, then you can’t get more ideal than the Adonis in front of me.
My hands move to his black jeans, pop the button, pull at the zipper. Let them drop to his knees and admire the bulge in his stone-grey boxers. I lick my lips hungrily. He kisses my lips before putting his hand to my waist.
“Max…” I moan at just his touch, his hands on my skin.
“Angel…” he moans back, and my nipples harden even more, almost painfully.
He uses his hand to turn my body. So, my back is to his front. He pulls off his jeans and then gets closer. I feel his erection through his boxers, pressed against my arse. “Mmm,” I moan as his hands travel up my back, unclip my strapless bra which he quickly discards on the floor. My boobs are sore, but Max cradles them in his hands as he gently strokes at both of my nipples as he supports me. I feel his cock twitch against my arse.
“Baby, this was all I could think about whilst we were dancing in that club,” he says into my ear as he licks at the lobe. My cheeks flush pink, remembering the pounding bass of the club, Max’s body pressed closely to mine. The smell of sweat, him whispering in my ear as we danced. Because we broke every damn rule this evening. It felt liberating. I felt safe in Max’s arms and every part of what we’ve done tonight just feels right. It’s more than a fuck you to Preston and the label. It’s my heart and my head admitting that this is where I’m supposed to be.
“It was?” I grasp at words as his fingertips skim over my nipples repeatedly. Playing my body with the same skill he does with his instruments. I push my arse towards his cock. Listen to him lose his breath as he lets go of my tits. Slowly, he’s so aware of my pregnant body, he moves my arms up so I can hold them.
“Play with your nipples, Angel,” he says into my ear. A demand that I agree to eagerly as my fingers reach out and stroke them slowly. I smile, moan a little. It feels good, not as good as Max’s hands but the way he asked for it makes me feel sexier than I ever have before.
I feel his body move behind me. He bends down, his hands skimming my sides as he slides onto his knees, kissing all of the exposed skin as he goes. Quickly and with firm hands he pulls down my knickers and touches each of my legs softly, so I step up and get rid of them. I’m completely naked, standing above Max. The music is loud, just as Max asked but his ragged breath sounds louder. I go to turn around, suddenly self-conscious of being so bare in front of him but his hands halt my movements.
“No, Angel, don’t move, I like the view from here far too much.”
“Max…” I moan his name as his hands find my arse again and gives it a firm caress.
“Lean forward slightly, baby, lean on the worktop.”
I do as I’m told, bend myself slightly, as delicately as an eight-month pregnant mama can do and grip on the cool edge of black granite with my left hand and keep my right holding up my chest.
Max’s face is so close to my exposed sex now, I can feel his breath and my pussy flutters, desperate for him. I’m nervous, shy, and so damn horny I don’t know how this combination of feelings is even inside me, but Max’s soft touches are calming, relaxing me. His quiet voice making me feel beautiful.
He kisses just below the curve of my arse. “I love your little tiger stripes. You’re so sexy, Ali. So, fucking gorgeous,” he assures me as he kisses at my stretch marks again. Tiger stripes? Oh Max, you charmer you…
“You’re everything, Angel,” he moans as he peppers a kiss on each of my cheeks. I feel his thumb touch my skin, starting at the seam of my arse and dragging all the way down, until he reaches my arse hole. His thumbs wet. My body tenses, that’s not somewhere I ever let people touch. I’m not even sure if it’s because I don’t like it, I just don’t know—
Max’s lips kiss my cheeks again, a little lower this time.
“Relax, Angel,” he whispers as he kisses again. “It’s me, I want to make you feel good. Loved. Fucking adored, baby.” He moves his thumb again and I do my best to untense my body. “That’s it, Ali, that’s it. Relax, gorgeous.”
I do, Max’s thumb touches around my hole again. I feel a sprig of pain, I try my best not to tense up as his kisses get lower and lower. “You’re perfect, Angel. So, fucking perfect,” he says as I feel his tongue on me. Licking softly from below where his thumb is straight to my pussy. I let out a yelp mixed with a moan as his thumb pushes deeper at the same time, he flattens his tongue and dips straight into my wet heat.
“Max!” It’s the only word my mouth will form as his tongue tastes me and his thumb explores. I’m so vulnerable, so exposed to him right now and if I knew this was planned, especially why I’m sober and eight months pregnant I would say ‘oh fuck no,’ but damn I feel good right now and I continue to purr his name, his tongue hitting all the places I need him so desperately. “Fuck!” I cry as he nips at my lower lips with his teeth. He does it again before dipping his tongue back in. This intense burning I feel in my core, the flames that are being fanned by the talented tongue of Max Baines is building and building until I can’t contain it any longer.
“Max!” I cry.
“Come for me, Angel. Please. You taste too damn sweet. I need you to come for me. I need to hear those sweet moans.”
I do as he instructs, and I feel my pussy clamping down over his tongue, taking everything I need as my orgasm rips through my body, my nipples tingle, my clit throbs and I cry his name over and over again.
