20. Max

She comes so fast and so hard after I start working her properly that it's as if a dam has burst. I have a front-row seat to the show, my head bent so I can get to her around my hands, my nose and mouth buried in the exact fucking place they've wanted to be for weeks as her plush inner walls clamp around my fingers and my tongue laps up her arousal.

I dig deeper with my fingers, I lick harder with my tongue, and I drive every single drop of that spectacular orgasm from her before I hoist her upright and turn her in my arms. Her face is flushed. Eye makeup smudged. Hair everywhere. She's limp and sated and trying to catch her breath.

She's fucking perfect, and I don't miss the look she gives me. It's as if I'm the second coming of Christ: far beyond approving to the realms of worshipful.

That bodysuit is ripped from her pussy to her ribcage, so I wedge her between my hips—or my dick, more like—and the back of the sofa before giving the fabric a good tug. It splits in two down the front, and I slide it down her arms. I have her top half completely bare now, and it's a sight for sore eyes.

‘Better,' I say, aiming a dirty grin at her tits before reaching for the hem of my t-shirt and tugging it up over my head, because I need to be balls-deep inside her right now and this position will do nicely. I make a tight fist in her hair and smash our faces together so I can take her mouth.

Mmm. Even her kisses are that perfect balance of pliant and hungry. I've taken the edge off, but now she needs me to fill her up just as much as I need it. She lets her hands slide over my bare shoulders, exploring my biceps and my shoulder blades as my pecs press up against the soft, plump tissue of her tits.

‘God,'she moans into my mouth. She's all hot and squirming and greedy in my arms, and I need inside her now, so I fumble in the pocket of my sweats and pull out a foil square.

‘Put it on me,' I grit out, holding it up, and she grabs it. I plant her arse on the sofa back and hold her in place, my fingers digging into her waist as she rips the packet open. We both look down, foreheads touching, as she frees my monster cock from the waistband of my sweats and proceeds to pinch the head of the condom and roll it on with every bit of the skill I'd expect from a little minx like her.

‘Jesus,' she says, a hint of a giggle in her voice.

‘Yep, time to start praying, sweetheart,' I tell her. I'm holding my cock in my hand, pointing it straight at her like a loaded gun. I'm half-crazy with need, but still I pause for a second to take her in: tits so round and creamy, her sexy little nipples hard as fuck and her legs spread, that warm, wet cunt primed and ready for me.

I bite down on my lower lip as I drag the head of my cock through her slickness, and then I'm pushing in, banding one arm around her back and sinking the fingers of the other one into her hip as I drive home.

Fuck, she's tight and soft and so deliciously welcoming, and it will take every ounce of my self-control not to rut my hips into a blur of movement and make myself come in seconds. There's so much I want to do with her. To her. I want to lay her out on my bed and suck on those tits, and nip at her flawless skin, and flip her over, and pound into her from behind, and then flip her over again and cover her body with mine.

I want to spread her out and tie her up and clamp those nipples and paint her stomach with my cum, and I will. I'll do all that and more. I'll discipline her and control her and punish her and use her and edge her and break her. God knows, I'll command every vestige of my self-control to toy with my delectable new plaything for hours and hours and hours, until she doesn't know which way is up and has only one word in her vocabulary.

Max.

But for now, I just need to finish inside her. It's a potent combination, the physical need I have to come and the equally visceral desire I have to show her who's boss now after weeks of her running circles around me. I dip my head and bite down hard on her shoulder, licking the spot I marked as I drive savagely into her heat.

‘Fuck,' she moans incoherently.

‘You like me marking you while I fuck you?' I mutter against her skin, dragging my lips along the ridge of her shoulder to find her neck. I bury my nose in her soft, fragrant hair, but then she's tilting her head, giving me access, and I suck on her neck instead as I continue to pump steadily in and out.

‘Too much,' she whispers. She clings to me as she rocks her hips as best she can in this precarious position, meeting my thrusts beat for beat.

‘Good,' I hiss. ‘Because I told you already, you're my little fucktoy now, and all your tight, greedy, teasing little holes are mine to fuck and fill and violate. Got it?'

I raise my head so I can swallow her moaned yes with a savage kiss, fucking her luscious mouth as intensely as I'm fucking her sweet little cunt.

‘Fuck,' she says with a whimper. ‘I knew you'd be filthy, but fuck. It's too good.'

I tighten my grip on her hair, my breath coming in harsh spurts from my attempts to kiss her and fuck her and talk dirty to her. I love this. I love that I'm undoing her with my words as much as my dick.

I knew we'd be compatible. I knew she'd want me to treat her like this.

‘That's because you're a dirty little slut who needs a good fucking schooling from a real fucking man,' I growl. ‘And you have no fucking clue what that looks like, because we're only getting started.'

I hold her hip more tightly, and she clings to me as I let rip, pistonning my poor, desperate cock until she's a sobbing, writhing mess around me and I find white-hot oblivion deep inside her body.