Page 14 of Challenged By the Ex-Military Tattoo Artist

My hands slide up, palms skimming her sides until I reach the swell of her breasts. Maria arches into my touch, a soft whimper escaping her. I waste no time opening the buttons of her blouse, finally baring her bra's delicate lace to my hungry gaze.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," I murmur, placing open-mouthed kisses along the exposed skin.

Maria's fingers tangle in my hair, nails scraping lightly at my scalp.

"Don't stop," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper.

I have no intention of stopping. Not when I finally have her here, writhing beneath my touch. My lips trail lower, tracing the swell of her breasts, and Maria squirms impatiently.

"Max, please..." she pleads, her hips rolling against mine.

I groan, the sound rumbling low in my chest.

"Patience, darling. I plan to take my time with you."

Maria lets out a frustrated huff, but the glint in her eyes tells me she's only teasing.

"Well, hurry up then. The sooner we get started, the sooner we can... take our time."

I chuckle, capturing her lips once more.

"As you wish, " I pull back slightly, a devious grin tugging at my lips. "On your knees, Maria."

Her eyes widen briefly, a hint of surprise flashing across her features. But then her expression shifts, morphing into one of pure lust and desire. Without breaking eye contact, she slides off the table and sinks gracefully to the floor in front of me.

My breath catches in my throat at the sight of her kneeling before me, lips parted in anticipation. Keeping one hand tangledin her hair, I use the other to quickly undo my pants, pushing them down just enough to free my aching arousal.

Maria's gaze drops to my lap, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. The wordless invitation is too much to resist. I groan, guiding myself towards her waiting mouth.

"That's it, sweetheart," I murmur, my voice low and rough with desire. "Show me what that pretty little mouth can do."

She doesn't need to be told twice. Maria parts her lips, taking me in slowly, inch by delicious inch. The wet heat of her mouth envelops me, and I have to bite back another groan.

"Fuck, Maria..." I rasp, my grip on her hair tightening ever so slightly. "You feel amazing."

She hums in response, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure through me. Her hands come up to brace against my thighs as she begins to move, bobbing her head in a steady, tantalizing rhythm.

I watch, transfixed, as she works me over with a single-minded focus. The sight of her lips stretched around my cock, her eyelashes fluttering, is damn near enough to undo me then and there.

"Shit, you're so good at this," I groan, struggling to keep my hips from bucking forward. "Too good, in fact. I'm not gonna last much longer if you keep that up."

Maria pulls back slightly, gazing up at me with hooded eyes.

"Then don't hold back," she murmurs, her voice thick with want. "I want to taste you, Max."

That's all the encouragement I need. I growl, pulling her back towards me and setting a faster, more demanding pace. Maria can barely moan, her nails digging into my thighs as she takes me deeper.

Chapter 7 - Maria

A shiver of anticipation runs through me at Max's words. I pull back, gazing up at him with half-lidded eyes.

"Then don't hold back," I tell him, "I want to taste you, Max."

He lets out a guttural growl, gripping my hair tighter as he pulls me back toward his throbbing arousal. I moan around him, taking him deeper into my mouth. The salty, musky taste of him is intoxicating, and I can feel the familiar heat building low in my belly.

Max's hips buck forward, his movements growing more erratic.

"Fuck, Maria, I'm not gonna last..." he groans.

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