Page 52 of Wedlocked

My hand shot out, catching him off guard and gripping his chin. I held as tight as my trembling fingers would allow and hoped that even half of what I saw in his eyes also shone in mine. “Everything,” I confirmed. “I have never wanted anyone else, and I never will. It’s you, Max. You and only you. Forever.”

Groaning, he fell to his knees in front of me and pulled my pants open the rest of the way. Bitter, icy wind struck my hot, hard cock and made my breath catch.

Max made a sound but continued opening my pants, going as far as pulling them down so they were just under my ass.I shivered a little, but seeing him on his knees for me, those gleaming dark eyes staring up my body as he fisted my dick in his hand… I didn’t feel the cold.

I nudged closer, desperate to feel his mouth sheathe my sensitive skin.

“You’d let me strip you bare right here on this mountain, wouldn’t you, Nemo?” he asked, lips a whisper against my tip. “You’d stand out here in below-freezing temps, completely naked, and let me do whatever I craved, and this dick of yours wouldn’t wilt because you’re my little slut to have anytime, anywhere I want.”

My ass cheeks clenched as I pictured him ripping off my clothes, leaving me completely defenseless and dependent on him for warmth and pleasure, knowing that anyone could walk around the side of this building and see me bent over and impaled on his dick.

“Look at this dripping dick. Practically begging.” He hummed, swiping the flat of his tongue over my head.

I melted into the wall, hands going to his head but meeting hat. Disgruntled, I ripped it off and tossed it away, burying my fingers into the inky strands and forcing his face closer to the center of my body.

His chuckle was warm and delicious. Knowing I was just as riled up as him seemed to make his pleasure that much more palpable.

“Good boy,” he rumbled, the words wrapping around my praise-loving heart as his lips wrapped around my shaft.

I groaned long and low, the sound carried off by the snowflakes and wind. I managed one satisfying look at the way he looked taking me into his throat before my head fell back against the building. I stared up at the cloudless black-velvet sky, my eyes crossing in bliss as the twinkling stars blurred and my heart stuttered.

Max purred with satisfaction, the vibration shooting straight into my balls. The muscles in my stomach contracted, and he shuffled closer on his knees, strands of his silky hair brushing my pelvis.

Tugging my balls with one hand, he held the base of my cock with the other and set a pace that barely left room for breath, working my dick until it was so hard it hurt, and every brush of the winter wind against the spit-dampened skin only added to my arousal.

I squirmed, whimpering and moaning, thrusting against his tongue. He pulled back and pushed my shaft against my belly, licking a stripe up the underside and latching his lips around the head.

One of his hands left me, and the rustle of clothes made me look down at him stroking himself.

I started to protest, to tell him that was mine, but he chose that moment to deep throat my dick, going so far his nose hit my skin. My body locked up as his throat worked around my tip, the silky, tight fit my undoing.

I started to shake, and I gripped his head in warning. He pulled back and gasped for breath, then dove on me again, the suction so strong I could not withstand.

My entire body went rigid as I splintered apart, locked in pleasure, unable to do anything but jolt and erupt as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over me. My eyes were wide, but I didn’t see, and if I made noise, I didn’t hear because,Jesus, this pleasure made me deaf.

By the time I came down, I was sweating at the base of my neck, my knees were weak, and the only thing holding me up was the building.

My dick was still in Max’s mouth as he gently cleaned up whatever was left and then pulled back, pressing a kiss to the tip before tucking me back into the protection of my clothes.

Muddled and barely coherent, I just stared at him, completely blissed out.

He got to his feet, swiped along his bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, and then sucked it between his lips. When he was done, he smirked, that possessive glint still shining in his eyes.

My eyes fell to his open snow pants and the near-purple swollen head peeking out.

I thought he already…

“On your knees,” he commanded.

I stood there stupefied, almost as though pleasure made me dumb.

Seeming to know I was still out of it, Max reached over and grabbed my shoulder, pushing me toward the ground. My knees gave out instantly, and I dropped into the snow.

Max’s fingers grasped my chin, pulling my face up so he could stare down. “I’m not done with you yet, Nemo. I won’t be satisfied until I unload down your throat and you swallow every last drop. And when we go back to the slopes, any man who dares to even look your way will see a man with a belly full of my cum.”

He caressed my cheek. “Can you do that for me, baby? Can you let me mark you inside and out?”

I nodded enthusiastically.

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