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My eyes crawl over Max’s frame and I part my mouth more fully, enveloping his crown into my mouth and swirling my tongue over the silken, soft skin. The salty taste of pre-cum hits my mouth and I moan, tonguing him with enthusiasm as the strap pulls tighter.
A hand threads through my hair, unintentionally pulling as Max presses his hips forward. Inch by fat inch I swallow him down until my lips are stretched wide around him. My nostrils flare, sucking in oxygen as he thrusts forward. Glancing towards the mirror, Max drags his cock all the way out and then pushes deeply into my mouth.
“This mouth, Ava. You take me so well.”
Luca flashes before my eyes, ice washing over my skin.A wide mouth for sucking fat cocks.
My eyes lift, finding Max. Always Max. It’s why he’ll never blindfold me while bound; I need to see him, an unspoken rule between us.
Watching our reflection, Max murmurs, “Look at how good you look, baby.”
Seeing my mouth stretched wide around him, the tip of my nose brushing against his stomach as he fills my throat is obscene. And he looks magnificent towering over me, held captive by a fistful of softest suede. It’s an image I burn into my brain to replace any errant ones.
He flexes his hips, his jaw gritted. With my hair wrapped around his other hand, he pins me in place and fucks my face with sleek, sinuous movements. It’s obvious by the ragged inhales and wet sounds that I’m struggling. But Max just watches my mild distress, his eyes blistering hot as he encourages me to take him harder, faster, deeper, rougher.
He’s so strong, too strong. He overwhelms and overpowers me as he stabs into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I gag, desperate to breathe as drool dangles from my chin.
He releases my hair to thumb my nipples. An electrical current travels all the way down my body until it pools in my core, the sensations so good that I chase more of his touch. With his thumb and finger he twists and pinches a hard peak, the growing ache between my thighs unbearable.
“Max,” I mumble around him. I plead with my eyes, begging him for more.
His hand returns to my jaw, holding me steady as he plunders my mouth. “Fuck, when you look at me like that. When you beg so nicely . . . ”
My teeth graze his shaft, his inhale sharp. “No biting, baby,” he says sardonically, rolling his hips forward and back in an ever-increasing pace. I look up, up, up at his magnificent body, and I swear his chest puffs out with pride, his eyes blazing bright.
My jaw aches to the point of pain. Wetness drips down my thighs, desperate to have him filling other parts of my body. A man of his proportions is the absolute limit of what I can tolerate, a man who literally wants to fuck all thoughts of anyone else out of me. Held immobile by his hands, I feel more alive in this moment than I’ve ever been.
His hissedYesis everything I need to hear as he thickens and lengthens, his hand stroking my jaw. When he breaks, a growling roar is my reward as he jets down my throat, coating my tongue and mouth in salt and musk. He pulls back a few inches, his jerks subsiding as he watches me swallow his violent release.
“Jesus, that was good.”
Straight-backed, exhausted, Max casts a glance at our reflection. Via the mirror, his eyes crawl over my spread-kneed position directly in front of him. Then our eyes connect, and he gifts me a sensual smile, one that’s more fallen angel than thoughtful, charming boyfriend.
A hand lifts to smooth over my hair. “You didn’t use the buzzer.”
I shake my head, feeling proud.
Bending, he kisses me softly on the mouth before leaning behind me to unravel the rope. “Thank you—I loved it. Did you?”
Blood tingles in my arms now that they’re free, Max unclipping the cuff from around my neck. “Yes. But I ache for you.”
My thighs battle a build up of lactic acid, so Max scoops me up and carries me to the bed. He tosses the rope and cuff to the baseboard before laying me down. I hope he puts me out of my misery, fast.
“It’s okay to like it like this,” he encourages.
I don’t have a control for this experiment. All I know is that I’m into it, but I want that to be down to Max and Max alone, not because my past has altered me. A past that made me need things that I had no say in.
I roll towards him, laying a hand over his heart as I lazily lick and kiss his pecs and small nipples.
“I get hard when you do that.”
“I know,” I murmur. I move my mouth higher, running the tip of my tongue along the strong, smooth column of his neck, tasting salt. Slowly, I brush my lips against his skin, his cologne flaming the fans of my desire. “I need you, remember. I’m throbbing. It’s hurting.”
His arm comes around me. A hand rests heavily on my hip. We kiss softly at first, tasting each other, exploring. And then the chemistry takes over, the kiss escalating until we’re writhing on the bed and his fingers are sliding inside me.
“Ah, Christ,” he curses roughly, gathering the silky wetness and coating his fingers with it. “Ava.” I giggle, because he sounds socross. “If I knew you were this wet . . .”
“What?”
