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I could let everything I’d been holding back spill out. I praised him, calling him a ‘good boy’ as he bit into the thong, tearing it away from my body with a sharp pull of his teeth. His fierceness returned as he looked up at me from between my legs, captivating me, making sure I watched as he opened his mouth, spread me open, and feasted on me.
“Fuck.” I flung my head back, my eyes closed as stars burst behind them. “Deeper, Max. I need more.”
I widened my legs, wanting everything he could give me.
I loved how he massaged my ass as he pulled me into his face. His long hair had fallen around his shoulders and was brushing my pussy. I was sure there’d be streaks of his crappy makeup riding my thighs when he pulled back, but I wanted it that way.
I was rushing towards an orgasm too quickly, and the only way I could stop it was by pinching the rings on his ears, tugging at them to bring him up, away from my quivering pussy and back to my lips. I didn’t want to fall apart without him inside me.
I couldn’t wait any longer. The moment he walked out on stage, I’d been wet for him.
Seeing him worshipped by thousands of people, all screaming his name like he was a god, and yet here he was, moaning for me desperately. I could see how hard he was, those infuriating leather trousers rubbing against my thighs, his cock pressing hard against the zipper. As soon as my eyes landed on it, he took the hint, jumping off me to shed them. I sighed in pleasure as the top of his cock hit his stomach, already feeling him inside me. He was thick, pink, and glistening for me.
I wanted to devour him, have him lean over me so I could suck him into oblivion, but I needed him closer. I wanted to look into his eyes when he came.
He climbed over me again, one hand pressed into the leather seat next to my cheek, watching himself as his other hand notched his cock at my entrance. He looked up at me, growling in approval as I wrapped my free ankle over his hip.
“I want you to remember this, Kitty Cat. Remember how well I fill you.”
I expected him to plunge into me, to take me wildly and passionately. Instead, he pushed ever so gently, claiming me inch by inch. I writhed and moaned beneath him, thrusting my hips, trying to get him deeper, hating the torture he was putting me through. The look on his face made it bearable.
I could feel him worshipping me. As he took me, he was branding me, scorching every part of my pussy so I’d want no one but him. When he finally thrust home, his hips firm against me, he waited.
I prided myself on my patience, on the long, calculated attack required to take down defendants in court. But I was so close and lost in him that I cursed and spat at him when he held himself inside me, refusing to move. I tried to fuck him, thrusting my hips from underneath, but he was in too deep, pressing me into the seat. All I could do was clench and relax my muscles and watch him struggle to maintain his composure.
When Max growled at me, I won.
He finally moved, pulling back and slamming into me with everything he had. I was nearly off the seat, so desperate to be near him, I grabbed fistfuls of his hair and dragged him closer.
“Don’t stop,” I cried as he pounded into me again. I was coming apart at the seams. “Don’t ever stop fucking me.”
I came instantly, hating him for making me fall so fast. My cries echoed, calling his name as he captured my breath with his lips and did as I commanded.
I was so tight and raw, the pleasure dominating me. I loved how intensely he watched me, how he drew out so slowly, and how he could make me scream with one thrust. It felt like this would go on forever. This time, he would always be there to catch me.
He never lost me, not for a second, carrying us both as he opened me up again and again, breaking and shaping every part of me, destroying any barrier that ever kept us apart.
He kissed me deeply as he shuddered, both of us lost in ecstasy as he spilled into me, consuming me, pouring his love into me. Everything was perfect. As we returned to ourselves, we held each other, panting, gazing, hoping, no longer on the cusp of something huge but fully immersed in it, sinking and drowning together as the world passed us by.
His weight held me down, our breaths in sync as his green eyes devoured mine.
“I love you,” one of us whispered. I was too absorbed in him to know who spoke.
His face split into a grin as he pushed my hair away from my face, holding my cheek and taking my lips.
He sighed against me, drowning me again in his love. He took my hands from his arms, pushing them above my head, exposing my breasts to his hungry gaze. I knew nothing would ever compare to this.
“I love you, Catherine Fischer.” He hummed, leaning down to bite my already sensitive nipple.
I melted, arching my back, urging him on, knowing that for the rest of my life, this was all I would ever need.
Epilogue
Cat
Ipulled in a nervous breath as the announcement went out that Max’s plane had landed. He was using his two free nights in Glasgow to fly back to see me before they left for Europe, the weekend he was supposed to be marrying Bunny. It had been over a month since my lips had touched his, and I was aching. Video calls weren’t the same when I couldn’t lick his face.
I had another present for him too.
