Page 34 of Best Man For The Job

Max

Max couldn’t take his eyes off of Sloane. Her head was thrown back with pure ecstasy written across her beautiful face. It had to be the most amazing thing he had ever witnessed. That was until she came screaming his name. He almost came in his pants like a horny teenager. Her cream gushed into his mouth. He lapped up every drop he could. Savoring her taste. He held her in his arms afterward and kissed her, all the while feeling like his heart would burst from his chest. She was perfect. He had to have her. All of her.

Sloane reached forward again, this time undoing his jeans. His erection sprang out as she lowered the denim off of his hips. Her breath hitched as she drank him in. He remembered all the things that bastard Brody said about her. That she was cold and vanilla. There was no way Max would use those words to describe her. He also recalled him saying he cheated because she wouldn’t blow him. What a loser. To give up a passion like this over a blowjob was asinine. He’d had his fair share of BJ’s over the years and not all of them were good.

Then she did the one thing he never thought she would do. She pushed on his shoulders until he backed away, slid from the counter, and lowered herself to her knees. Her eyes searched his. What she was looking for, he wasn’t sure. In her eyes, he felt as though he could see into her soul. The passion, the want, the need to please him. It was breathtaking. In that moment of vulnerability, he knew deep down that he was completely, head over heels in love with her.

Her soft lips pressed gently against the swollen tip of his cock. It jerked involuntarily. Taking that as a positive sign, her tongue darted out, swiping the bead of pre-cum off the slit. Swirling the flat of her tongue around him, she took the head completely into her mouth. The warm wet enclosure almost brought him to his knees. She began bobbing her head up and down his shaft slowly.

“Mmmm,” he groaned.

Max fisted his hands at his sides. He knew he was above average in length and he didn’t want to hurt her. Plus, this was her show. He wasn’t about to take control away from her. He laced his fingers behind his head and watched her. Her hand gripped his base, stroking in time to her mouth. His cock was slick with her saliva. The first time she made slurping sounds, he almost blew then and there. He pulled her up off her knees.

“Did I do something wrong?” She looked so scared and hurt it almost broke his heart. Once again he wished he could beat Brody’s face in.

“God, no. I don’t know how much longer I can last. I don’t want the first time to be like this. I need to be inside you.”

“Oh.” Her smile lit up the room.

Max pulled up his pants enough so he could walk, leaving her clothes all over the kitchen. He threw Sloane over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Hustling, he took the stairs two at a time. Finally, he laid her out onto his bed. He removed her bra, revealing her milky white breasts. The nipples were dark pink and still erect. Shedding his clothing as quickly as possible, he climbed onto the bed with her. Her thighs cradled his hips perfectly. He pressed his hard, naked body into her soft one. Kissing her softly, he pressed his forehead to hers.

“I need you,” he whispered in the dark.

“Take me, Max. Please.”

“I don’t know how long I can last with you.”

“We have all night.” The smile on her sweet lips was stunning.

Max rubbed his cock back and forth against her lips, lubricating himself. He pushed his hips forward, sinking into her soft flesh. Her pussy was warm and tight. He had to work to get himself all the way in. He didn’t want to hurt her. He never wanted to hurt her, so he went slowly. Once he was seated inside her as far as he could go, Max let her body adjust for a moment. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he began moving. Sliding in and out of her slick heat. The way her tight channel sucked him back in was astounding. The tingling started in his toes, spreading up his body to pool in his tight balls.

“Shit baby, I can’t hold it much longer.”

“Don’t hold back, Max. Come with me. Oh God, Max. Max, I’m coming.” She screamed.

Sloane’s nails dug into his ass cheeks as she held on, grinding her hips up to meet his. Max continued to pump into her, his thrusts intensifying in speed and strength. She came undone underneath him, washing his cock in her cream. With one more thrust, he emptied himself inside her. Spurt after spurt coated her walls. He came longer and harder than he could remember ever doing before. Rolling over so she was on top, Max held her until their breathing returned to normal.

“That was amazing, Max.”

“That’s an understatement.” He chuckled.

“I don’t think that could be topped.”

“Give me ten minutes.”

They both laughed. Max rubbed his hands up and down her bare skin. Even slick with sweat and her hair matted to her face, she was beautiful. Beautiful and his. His cock started to stiffen inside her.

“Already?” She giggled, sounding surprised. Hell, so was he. Usually he was a one and done for the night. With Sloane, he couldn’t get enough of her. She sat up, straddling his hips. Rocking back and forth, she preceded to ride him. Eventually Max flipped her over, covering her body, claiming her. For the first time, Max made love to a woman with his body, mind, and soul.

It was something he would never forget.

Chapter Thirteen

Max

Max woke to the sound of his phone buzzing against the side of the dresser. He was still wrapped around Sloane’s sleeping body. He hated to move away from her, but he didn’t want the buzzing to wake her either. Reluctantly he got up, searching his pockets for the annoying thing. Gutter Mouth flashed across the screen. He accepted the call, taking one last look at her angelic face before he left the bedroom as quietly as he could.

“Yeah.”

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