Page 16 of Challenged By the Ex-Military Tattoo Artist

"Yeah? You really want it harder?"

Without waiting for a response, he grips my hips with bruising force and starts pounding into me with merciless intensity. The smack of flesh-on-flesh echoes through the small room, mingling with our gasps and moans.

"Like this?" he growls, punctuating each word with a sharp snap of his hips. "Is this what you wanted, Maria?"

I can only whimper and nod, the powerful sensations robbing me of the ability to speak. My nails scrabble uselessly against the wall as I brace myself against his brutal onslaught.

"Take every damn inch," Max rasps, his breath hot against my neck.

My legs tremble, and my inner walls clench around his thick length. He feels so impossibly big, stretching me wide with each swing of his hips.

"M-Max, I can't..." I choke out, not even sure what I'm pleading for.

"Can't what?" he rumbles, not letting up for a second. "You know how to make me stop."

I shake my head frantically, using what little leverage I have to shove back against him.

"No, don't stop!"

"That's what I thought."

His fingers dig almost painfully into the soft flesh of my hips as he picks up the pace even more. The wet sounds of our bodies clashing echo obscenely, only fueling my arousal further.

"You're going to be feeling this for days," Max growls. "Every time you move, you'll be reminded of how thoroughly I claimed you."

I whine at his words, heat blossoming in my core. The thought of being marked by him, used for his pleasure, has me dangerously close to the edge.

Max seems to sense it, his thrusts growing faster and harder.

"Not yet, Maria," he rumbles. "I'm nowhere near done with you."

Unable to form a coherent response, I simply nod and surrender myself to the beautiful torment he's putting me through. Max rewards me with a low, satisfied groan.

"Good girl. Just let me take what I want."

I cry out, lost in the dizzying spiral of pleasure Max is inflicting upon me. My nails leave deep scratches on the wall as his relentless pace drives me higher and higher.

"Max, please..." I beg brokenly, no longer sure what I'm even begging for.

He lets out a harsh groan, hips thrusting once more.

"You want to cum? You're gonna have to earn it."

Before I can process his words, Max is pulling out of me entirely. I whine at the empty loss, turning to gaze at him with heavy-lidded eyes.

"On your knees," he rasps, voice thick with lust. "Open that pretty mouth for me."

I don't hesitate, sinking immediately to the floor in front of him. My lips part readily, inviting him closer as I stare up through lowered lashes.

Max fists a hand in my hair, using his grip to guide himself to my waiting mouth. The sweet and salty taste of my own arousal coats his length, and I swirl my tongue greedily to gather every drop.

"Fuck, yes..." he groans, feeding inch by incredible inch down my throat. "Always so eager to please me, aren't you?"

I try to nod around his thick girth, eyes watering slightly as he starts to thrust. Max tightens his hold, using it to set a steady rhythm that has me choking and sputtering.

"That's it, take it all," he growls hoarsely. "I want to feel the back of your throat with every stroke."

I moan weakly in response, surrendering to his brutal use of my mouth. Saliva runs in rivulets down my chin, mingling with the musky tang of his arousal.

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