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She couldn’t believe she actually said it out loud, but her need was so great it was almost a physical pain, her sex seething with heat, drenched with the liquid evidence of how much it loved the selfish way he was handling her body.
His hand slid down, palming her pussy over her slacks, his grip firm, possessive. She moaned as he squeezed it, sure he could feel how wet she was even through her clothes.
“This? You want me to touch this?” He used the grip on her throat to force her to meet his gaze. His eyes were bright with warmth and arousal… and a little bit of cruelty, too. “Your wet little pussy is going to wait.” He kissed her softly, the tip of his tongue just caressing her lower lip. “It’s this I want first.”
“Please… Max, I need—”
He pulled back a little, his expression sobering. “I want you to listen to me, girl. Are you listening?”
“Yes… yes, sir.”
The words just formed, unbidden, at her lips, and though she blushed as she spoke them, they felt right, too. Proper.
What’s gotten into you, slut?
“Mm, sir. I like the sound of that.” He tasted her lips again, then pressed a kiss under her jawline that made her shudder with hot need. He spoke the words in a whisper, his lips so soft against her skin. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to use your mouth. I’m going to fuck it. You’re going to suck my cock, swallow it. I want your lips, and your tongue, and your throat. And if you’re very good, if I think you deserve it, you’ll have my cum.”
“Oh, fuck…” she hissed. The coolness of the air against her impossibly hard nipples was a dull throb of need. She wanted to touch him, so very badly. But she knew, somehow, that it would break the spell.
He met her gaze once more, his smile a million watts now, overwhelming her. “Do you deserve it, Kelsey?”
She was almost panting now. “God, yes… yes, sir!”
“Then prove it.” He stood back, his gaze flickering down. “Get on your knees.”
She knelt down, the cool wood floor hard against her legs. Looking up at him, she was almost dizzy with her arousal. She’d been on her knees before, of course, but it was never—ever—with such a feeling of being entirely subject, controlled by the man. She loved it, even though she wasn’t sure she understood it.
Or maybe you just don’t want to admit it.
Tentatively, she reached toward his fly, and he gave her a subtle nod.
“Take my cock out.”
In seconds, it sprang free, and she fought to avoid drooling, her mouth falling open in shock.
She wasn’t sure what she would have guessed beforehand. Of course she’d idly wondered about Max’s, too; she was pretty sure she’d wondered about the size of pretty much every man’s dick she spoke to, even in casual encounters.
While she didn’t consider herself at all a size queen, since she loved cocks of pretty much any size, Amber had more than once called her a cock whore over just how much Kelsey loved everything about penises.
Still, his… was breathtaking. Like him, it was solid and thick—really thick—but it had a very good length to it, too. Well, that wasn’t quite accurate, either. It was one of the longest she could remember seeing up close, truth be told.
The head was broad, swollen, a deep, flushed pink, the slit quite prominent. He was circumcised, which she preferred (though she certainly wouldn’t turn down an uncut dick either); she just found, aesthetically, the head of the cock exposed at all times to be so much hotter.
But what struck her most—and made her pussy almost drip—were the veins. Thick, congested, heavy. And there were so many. She didn’t know why, but she loved cocks with a lot of veins.
And Max’s was one of a kind. Beautiful. She almost sighed as she looked upon it.
As she reached for it, his deep voice stopped her. “I didn’t say you could touch it. Hands to yourself.” He took hold of her hair, twisting the thick locks at the top of her head around his fingers. “I want your mouth now. Open up.”
She fluttered her hands, unsure what to do with them as he pushed inside her lips. His taste was amazing, slightly salty, but exactly the right amount of delicious male muskiness that made her moan the moment it hit her tongue.
That was something else Amber liked to chide her for: her adoration of the taste of cock.
Maybe you are kind of a cock whore, Kelsey.
Max took mercy on her. “Clasp your arms behind your back.”
She gripped her elbows tightly, yet her pussy pulsed, forlorn, empty. She’d never had a man use her mouth like this. It was degrading. It was humiliating. She felt like a dirty whore.
