16. Max

T he way he's looking at me now, I'm not sure if he wants to murder me for being in his trailer; or bend me over his knee and spank me. I knew there was no way I could do this on my own and well, stalking him wasn't an option. When I initially ran through my idea with Lephee, he all but laughed in my face, told me that I'm hardly the type of woman to be able to get the drop on someone who spent years doing what he does.

When he suggested I meet him at the trailer park edge—where they all sleep to prepare for the following night—I wasn't too sure, but he explained that it was my only option.

"Why are you here?" His voice low, with a hint of belligerence. Angling myself back and resting my palms behind me for some support, I tilt my head to the right, mimicking his earlier body language with me.

"Little Sheep, huh?"

"Answer my question, Max." His voice now louder.

"What's with the hostility? I was bored where I'm staying, and I figured you would want some company." I can tell by the way he's clenching and releasing the fists at his side; he's seemingly trying to contain his frustration. "If you're not interested," elevating one leg, I press my bare foot to the edge of the counter, swaying it slowly, from left to right.

I chose to forgo the underwear; he'd only rip it off like last time and I'm in no position to be paying out for more. His gaze momentarily drops between my legs, the muscles in his jaw ticking while he focuses on my pussy. One slow step at a time, he makes his way over to me, the movements are slow and meticulous. When he reaches me, my nerves are going haywire.

"Tell me, ma bonne fille ," his hand wrapping tightly around my neck as he drags me forward to meet his eyeline. "Why… are you here? It's fucking dangerous, Max."

" Je veux que tu me baises."

The sound that emerges from his chest is nothing short of animalistic. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath, hauling my lips to meet his in a bruising kiss. I open my mouth to him willingly, his tongue sliding against mine like he can't get close enough. Grasping both his forearms, I widen my legs to give him more access to me.

Sliding his fingers underneath my thighs, he hoists me into his arms, and I instinctively cross my ankles behind his wide, muscular waist, sliding my teeth along his lower lip.

I don't care where he's carrying me right now, all I want is him. Sitting on the edge of his bed, his fingers trace the backs of my legs agonizingly slow, giving me a gentle touch and compared to the way he's kissing me, the comparison is insane.

His fingers bunch the fabric of my black velvet mini dress up and over my ass.

Breaking the kiss for a split second, I lift myself from him and stand between his legs. I curl my fingers under the fabric and pull it over my head, revealing my completely naked body. The cold air inside the trailer brushes along my skin, peaking my nipples instantly.

My entire body on show for him, baring my skin to someone I barely even know is worrying. I'm covered in scars all over my torso. Small cuts and circular burns are mapped perfectly to hide under clothing so nobody could see, at least I can be thankful for that.

"Fuck." Still a man of few words, I don't give a shit anymore, because the way he's looking at me, the way his eyes are hooded… I could come on the spot. Looking down, he traces one of my scars with his thumb, the one situated right between my breasts, the one I hate the most. I need to stop this, move his eyeline to something else.

I guess sensing my distain, he removes his hand, leaning forward, positioning his arms on his thighs, looking directly into my eyes. "On your knees, proie." Pointing a single finger to the floor.

Slowly, I drop to my knees, because the way I feel and how bad I want him, I'd do anything he asks. The throbbing at my core is working in overdrive, and I can feel how slick I'm becoming too. Draven slides one foot between my legs.

"Open them." Tapping the left leg twice with his booted foot. "Wider." The way he speaks to me drives me fucking crazy. I give him what he ask's for and he leans further into me .

Reaching forward he slides two thick fingers between my legs and my body shudders. It pairs with the soft moan that escapes my lips from the contact of his fingers, pushing me closer to the edge.

"Ah, fuck," I breathe.

"So wet already." I can practically hear the humor in his voice as he leans in even further, his lips ghosting my ear. Turning my head slightly to meet his eyeline, I watch as he raises his fingers to his open mouth.

Keeping his eyes on me the entire time, watching to see how I'll react, to see the tiny hairs on my skin stand on end but I stop him. Wrapping one hand around his wrist, I stop him from sucking my early release from his fingers. Tugging his hand closer to my mouth, I keep my eyes strained on his as I run the pads of his fingers slowly over my lips and suck the rest off.

Snaking his hand around the back of my neck, he pulls me toward him so quickly it will possibly be giving me whiplash in the long run. His mouth covers mine and I moan deeply into his, lifting my hands to the buckle of his thick tactical belt, I pull it open, yanking it through the loops on his jeans.

"Won't need that," I whisper against his mouth, driving my teeth into his lower lip and tugging it slightly until it pops out. I drag my fingers inside the hem of his trousers and press the button, pushing it through the hole. Our lips sucking and devouring each other, not needing to come up from air because I'd rather die than stop kissing him.

"So sweet," he mumbles into my mouth, pulling me further down into the darkness with him. My head is spinning, his hands gliding down my waist, gripping my hips so tightly, I can feel my skin fisted in his grasp.

"J'ai veux te sucer." I whisper against his mouth. The final sentence Sasha taught me how to pronounce .

"Fucking Satan." The growl flows from him, directly into my throat and I swallow it down like it's the last time I'll ever feel this way sexually. In the space of four hours, he's been able to ignite this desperation to be fucked hatefully by him. I want every inch of my body marked with his hands. My lips already bruised from the pressure of his against mine.

I'm so fucking desperate to have his cock in my mouth, that I'm dragging the zip down to the base and wrapping my hand around his thick shaft pulling him out of his—

"Holy fucking shit!" My eyes like saucers as I stare at the fucking monster in my hand. His deep laughter fills the room, leaning back slightly on the bed. It's huge, bigger than I've ever seen. Sure, I grabbed his junk in Papa Legba's for the briefest of moments, but I guess I didn't really cop a good enough feel because this is fucking monstrous.

Surely that can't fit inside me.

My fingers just about meet each other, surrounding the base. Four bar piercings sit on the underside of the shaft and I'm tempted to ask him a question, but I know right now really isn't the time for that.

"Suck, mon Petit Mouton , it will fit. "

Flattening my tongue, I lean in and slide it all the way from the base of his cock to the tip. My tongue bar bouncing over his piercings when I do. Hollowing out my cheeks, I suck him deep into my mouth.

His throaty moan shudders through his chest. Bobbing up and down a few times while twisting my fist over his shaft, Draven gathers my hair from either side of my face, pulling it into a ponytail. I angle my eyes up to meet his and he's watching me with nefarious intent, his mouth slightly ajar.

I smirk around the head of his cock, and continue my assault on it, because I can't get enough. Pulling back, I gather some saliva in my mouth and spit on the tip, using my fist to smear it down his angry looking cock. Flicking my tongue over the sensitive underside of the tip and licking the bead of pre-cum into my mouth. He moans again and in a split second, I'm yanked back by the burning of my hair twisted in his fist. Gritting my teeth, I hiss.

"Stop playing around and choke on it."

Forcing my head down further, he fills the back of my throat in one fell swoop. Groaning when my throat closes around him, he holds me for what feels like an eternity. I refuse to struggle, refuse to give him the satisfaction of choking on it. My eyes begin to water a split second before he yanks me off.

My heavy breathing filling the room while thick saliva drops from my chin and connects to his veiny cock. I suck it back into my mouth and spit it back onto him, leaning forward, I work him back into the back of my throat, his hands in my hair dragging me up and down.

"Good Girl," he croons, my moans vibrating around him. He takes control, thrusting in and out of my throat, gripping the underside of my jaw and holding my mouth open. Strangled sounds come from my throat at his continued destruction, its making me wetter by the second. I can feel myself and my release dripping from between my legs.

At the sheer size of him, my jaw is beginning to scream in pain, stretched so wide that it radiates down my throat, but hearing how much he is enjoying this, makes it worthwhile. Pulling me up, he drags me over the edge of the bed and pushes me onto it.

"All fours, Max," he bellows, and I scramble onto the bed. All I want is him inside me. "Tell me what you want." His voice deep and filled with ferocity.

"I-I want you to—" The palm of his hand cracks against my ass and I yelp. "Fuck!" I cry out, the sting making my eyes water at the corners.

"Say it!" Another smack hits the other cheek. "Speak!"

"Fuck! I want you to fuck me!" I scream, but clearly that's still incorrect because he spanks me again, even harder this time. The connection against my already tender flesh stings, but it soon dissipates into the most amazing after effect. My body shuddering, begging for more.

"One more chance before I throw you outside. Say. It. Again." Dragging me back against his chest by my hair, I feel the head of his cock against my entrance and then it hits me. I know what he wants to hear me say.

" Je veux que tu me baises! " I scream.

" Bonne fille. " He growls, thrusting into me in one fluid motion as I moan out into the trailer, his name on the tip of my lips. Moving his hand under my arm and grasping my throat from behind, I'm pulled flush against his chest. Both on our knees and I feel so fucking full. The sheer size of him stretching me so wide, I choke on the air in my lungs, his heavy breath dancing across my skin.

"Breathe." The word comes out little more than a growl. My head dropping back against his shoulder, I take a shuddering breath because this fucker, is huge.

The moment I release that shuddering breath, he's pulling out of me. Each piercing rippling against my walls as he pulls out all the way to the tip, slamming himself back inside me without a single second wasted.

"Oh, fuck... Oh my God," I mewl.

My teeth bite into my lower lip at the sensational effect the piercings are giving me. The tension in my body causing my abdominal muscles to clench when he says, "You'll enjoy this more if you just relax. "

"Fuck, Draven... you're so, fuck, you're too big. I can't... Shit!" I can't even form a complete sentence.

"You can and you will." He's stretching me out in a way I never thought possible and even though it's partially painful, the feeling of him moving in and out of me is still the best feeling I've ever experienced.

Moving his hand from my hip bone, he angles his head slightly and brings his lips closer to my ear.

"Spit." Noticing his fingers lifted in front of my face; I do as I'm told. The small amount of saliva I have in my mouth – because of how dry it is right now—lacing his fingers. Lowering his hand between my legs, his fingers connect with my clit, and he starts to rub them back and forth.

"Draven," I moan as my spine tingles as the sensation of his touch hits my body again.

"What do you want, Petit Mouton ?"

"You.. Fuck I-I, oh fuck," I stutter, squeezing my eyes closed.

"Say it, now." His hips rolling so slow against me, teasing me. "Use your words, Max."

"Fuck me," I finally release the words I've been trying to get out. "Please, please fuck me... hard." His soft laughter reverberates behind me. Pushing me forward, my palms hit the soft mattress of his bed and he tangles his hand in my hair. Dragging my head back into an ungodly angle.

Pulling out, he slams his cock back inside me with a heavy grunt, the zipper of his trousers biting into the delicate skin on the back of my thighs.

The sounds coming from my throat I can't believe are mine. His heavy grunting with every thrust, mixed with the sound of my screams—because let's be honest, there's no fucking chance I'm moaning—blending together in perfect symphony like a sexual masterpiece .

"Chest to the bed, arms behind your back," he demands, and I give him what he wants without question.

I rest the sore side of my face to the cotton fabric and wait for his assault. He instantly pulls out of me, and I miss him already. An involuntary moan of dissatisfaction at the loss of him leaves my throat, and he chuckles.

"Patience." The sound of clothes hitting the floor and heavy boots being kicked to one side of the room make me smile. The bed dips on either side, his hands grab my ass pushing me open, his thumbs grazing my pussy lips as he opens me up. The echo of him spitting on me has my chest heavy with desire and need.

"Stop teasing me and fuck me damn it!" I groan. "God, I can't take it anymore I just want to—" I immediately stop mid-sentence as he thrusts deep within my core, a deep and animalist sound reverberating from his chest as he pulls out of me slowly, thrusting back in aggressively.

The sound of his balls slapping against my clit and the skin of his muscular thighs hitting the backs of mine is fucking beautiful. He begins to fuck me rough and unhinged, the sensation of everything hitting me as a tidal wave builds in my lower belly. My walls becoming tighter and tighter around him. Fuck, I'm coming so soon.

A loud crack fills the room as the calloused skin on his palms hits my ass again. "Don't hold it, or I'll stop."

"Oh, fuck... yes, yes." I'm a fucking mixture of moans and screams. The need to cry in pain and beg him to be harsher with me. "Draven, fuck!" I cry out, my thighs immediately shaking as he pulls out, rubbing his cock against my entrance as I yet again, squirt everywhere.

"Good girl," he hums behind me, grabbing both my thighs and flipping me onto my back. I bounce slightly as he crawls over me, encasing me between him and the bed. "Again," he demands.

"What," I say breathlessly, "I need a few seconds to... Holy shit!"

He fills me up instantly, taking my wrists and holding them above my head with one of his massive hands. Sliding his free hand under my thigh, he lifts it up and over his shoulder, pounding into me with unrelenting force. My tits shaking up and down as he leans in, sucking one nipple into his mouth and biting down.

" Fuuuck !" The word elongating from my throat in a long, drawn out, cry. The feeling of him thrusting into me like a man possessed has me smiling inside, knowing no man will ever compare to the feeling of him.

"That's it, Max," he groans, lifting his face to mine, taking my lips. "So, fucking tight." He moans into my mouth. My leg that's over his shoulder, now presses incredulously between our chests. Beads of sweat building between us while he fucks me into oblivion.

"Draven," I cry, tears pricking my eyes as a feeling of euphoria washes over me again. Arching my neck, my eyes flutter closed at the incredible feeling. How the fuck is a man I only just met, making me feel as desired as I am.

"Eyes on me, Max," he snaps, pulling away from me. The words reverberating off the walls. The stir of butterflies in my lower stomach has my back arching up. Releasing my arms, he grabs onto my throat with both hands. His pounding becoming hasher and faster paced. "Show me those eyes."

"Yes!" I mewl, popping my eyes open and finding his. "Fuck me, harder!" I need everything he has right now. I know this feeling, I give it to myself all the time, but no man has ever been able to, except right now. "Don't stop, Draven, please!"

I'm feral screaming the words so high the fucking entire trailer park must hear me. My eyes begin to flutter closed, when he slaps my right breast.

"I said."

Thrust.

" Eyes."

Thrust.

"On."

Thrust.

"Me."

His grip on my throat getting tighter the more he fucks me. My breathing becoming lax but my orgasm building to the point it crashes over me like a tsunami and my entire body shudders and shakes. Clenching my pussy around his cock, he continues to fuck me through it. I can hear him groaning, when sound eventually comes back to my ears, and I begin to focus on him.

"Fuck, Max." He grits his teeth.

"Come in my mouth," I beg with exhaustion. "I want to taste you." They're the only words I have left as he's pulling out of me and dragging me to the floor. Taking hold of him, he slides between my lips, and I clasp my hands behind my back.

Taking my queue, he threads his hands through my hair and begins using it as leverage to shove himself down the back of my throat, face fucking me with unrelenting need.

"Poke out your tongue, Petit Mouton. "

After a few thrusts in and out, I feel his balls draw up against my chin as he pushes himself all the way forward, filling my throat with every inch of his fat cock. His pubic bone pressed against my nose as he groans deeply. Cum spurts in thick, hot ropes and I swallow it down greedily.

Pulling out, he drops to the bed, dragging my body with him as we lay there, only the sounds of our mixed breathing to be heard. And then, I giggle.

"Not bad," he responds with a frustrated groan. "But now…" The shift in his tone was near immediate and I feel a pang of fear. "Who the fuck hit you?"