Page 15 of Challenged By the Ex-Military Tattoo Artist

Sensing his impending release, I pull back slightly, using my hand to stroke him in tandem with the movements of my mouth. Max's head falls back, a string of curses spilling from his lips.

"Shit, Maria, stop, I-I don't want to..." He trails off, chest heaving.

I release him with an obscene pop, looking up at him through my lashes.

"What, Max? You don't want to cum in my mouth?"

His eyes darken with raw desire.

"Oh, I do," he rasps. "But not yet."

Before I can react, he's hauling me to my feet and spinning me around.

"Bend over," he growls, pressing against my back.

I let out a shaky breath, arousal pulsing between my thighs.

"Max..."

"Do it," he orders, voice low and rough.

I comply without hesitation, bracing my hands against the wall in front of me. Max's palms slide down my sides, gripping my hips as he presses himself against my ass.

I can feel his throbbing cock pressing insistently, and I arch my back into him with a soft whimper.

"That's it, sweetheart," Max murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. "You feel how much I want you?"

I nod, unable to form coherent words. Every inch of me is aching to be touched, to be filled.

"Good." Max's hands slide under my skirt, fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties. "Because I plan to take you, right here, right now."

He pulls the flimsy fabric down with a swift tug, exposing me to his hungry gaze. I shiver, anticipation coiling tightly within me.

"Max, please..." I breathe, pressing my ass against him.

"Hold on tight. This is going to be one hell of a ride."

I gasp as he slides into me in one smooth, devastating stroke. The sensation of being so completely filled is almost overwhelming, and I have to bite my lip to hold back a moan.

"Fuck, Maria," Max groans, his grip on my hips tightening. "You feel incredible."

I nod shakily, pressing back against him.

"Don't stop," I plead, my voice barely above a whisper.

Max doesn't need to be told twice. He begins to move, setting a relentless, punishing pace. Each thrust drives the breath from my lungs, sparks of pleasure almost overwhelming me.

"That's it, take it," Max growls, his hips snapping forward with bruising force. "You're mine now, sweetheart."

"All yours, all yours... Fuck me harder!” I whimper.

He leans in, nipping at the sensitive skin of my neck.

"Beg for it, Maria. Let me hear how much you want it."

I don't even try to hold back, "I want it so bad, Max. Fuck me harder, please."

Max groans at my plea, his movements growing more frenzied.

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