Page 102 of Crush

Breathing hard, I watched as Max undid the thick leather belt her wore and slid the zip of his jeans down, his large engorged penis, already pushing to be free. I ran my hand along his length as he peeled his jeans down his legs. He wore no underwear.

Max’s thighs were so large and muscled with a dusting of fine dark hair which made him look extra masculine.

Before he could move, I lowered myself onto my knees, my face level with his cock.

“Amber,” Max panted, slightly shocked. “You don’t have to…” he started but I ignored him. I needed to taste him.

He washuge, his large penis rock hard, the head slightly glistening with pre-cum and I licked the tip.

“Fucking hell,” he said,inhalingthe words. His dick leapt at the sensation. His scent was manly; musky with a hint of soap.

Wrapping my fingers around his cock, I then took him into my mouth, working his shaft. I’d given head many times and knew what I was doing. There was a slight salty taste and I enjoyed every inch of him.

I kept my eyes open, staring up at him as Max watched me suck his cock. As I moved my lips back and forth, I clenched one of his butt cheeks with my hand, digging my nails into the flesh there.

“That’s it, baby, take it all,” Max whispered as he wrapped his hand around my ponytail. He ground himself against me and I deep-throated him.

The noise he made from his throat could only be described as animalistic.

“That’s so good baby,” he panted.

I used the tip of my tongue to lick him before I took him deep again, past my gag reflex and he groaned like he was in pain.

“Enough,” he suddenly commanded, placing his hand gently on my chin and removing himself from my mouth.

“I want my cum in your pussy,” he husked. Max’s hands went under my armpits and he lifted me to my feet before removing my nightwear. He was fast and focused and it wasn’t long before I stood before him naked.

“Get on the bed, Amber. It’s time.”

I walked towards my bed, loving the fact that he was eyeing up my naked arse. I wanted to feel his hands there.

As I turned to face him and sat on the edge of the bed, I watched Max bend down and retrieve his belt from the loops in his discarded jeans.

As he straightened with the thick leather strap in his hand, a bubble of angst rumbled in my belly. Memories of what Zander had done raced forward.

I pushed back, suddenly as fear scared away my desire.

Max walked toward me, the belt in his hand. He must have seen from my expression that something was wrong.

“Are you OK?” he questioned, looking confused.

“No, I can’t let you. I’m sorry,” I panted, shaking my head.

Realisation crossed his face and he stopped just before the bed. “I’m not going to hit you with it, Amber,” he said, clearly horrified at the thought.

Shit.

“Baby, come here. I wouldneverdo that,” Max whispered with a reassuring smile and I felt foolish.

He touched my face, “I have something much more pleasant in mind.”

His soft words and kind expression restoked my calm and I shuffled closer, feeling intrigued.

“Do you like to be restrained during sex, Amber? Tied up?” he asked in a low voice.

This man knew me. Ilovedbeing tied up during sex.

“Yes,” I panted my reply and shuffled towards him.

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