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Max's hips snap forward with increasing urgency, his release growing imminent. I can feel the thick veins pulsing against my tongue with every thrust.

"Getting close," he pants, still fucking my mouth, "You ready for me to fill that greedy little throat of yours?"

The words send a shudder through me, and I redouble my efforts. My tongue works feverishly along the underside of his shaft as I hollow my cheeks and suck hard.

Max's hips stutter, his chest rising and plummeting quickly, "Oh fuck, just like that. You want it, don't you? Want me to finish on your mouth?"

Unable to speak around his thick manhood, I simply nod and stare up at him pleadingly. Max's answering growl rumbles through his broad chest as his orgasm hits.

"Then open wide and take every fucking drop."

Chapter 8 - Max

Maria's mouth feels like heaven around me, hot and wet and utterly sinful. I grip her hair tighter, hips snapping forward as I chase my release.

"Oh fuck, just like that," I groan, vision blurring with pleasure, “I’m so close!”

Maria nods fervently, staring up at me with desperate, pleading eyes. That's all the encouragement I need.

With a guttural growl, I feel the coil of tension in my gut snap. Pleasure crashes over me in waves as I spill myself into Maria's eager mouth. She swallows every last drop, humming contentedly around my softening dick.

When I'm finally spent, I pull out of her mouth with a low hiss. Maria sits back on her heels, gazing up at me through hooded eyes. Her lips are swollen and glistening, a thin trail of saliva and cum running down her chin.

"Fuck, Maria," I rasp, reaching down to run my thumb along the line of her jaw. "You have no idea how good you look right now."

She licks her lips, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"I think I have some idea," she murmurs.

Slowly, almost languidly, she shifts until she's sitting cross-legged on the floor, legs splayed in a decidedly shameless display.

I groan, my cock twitching feebly at the sight.

"You're going to be the death of me, you know that?"

Maria laughs, the sound rich and throaty, "Well, at least you'll die a happy man."

I chuckle and shake my head in bemusement, lowering myself to the floor beside her.

"Can't argue with that."

Maria sighs, running a hand through her thoroughly disheveled hair.

"I can't believe we just did that... here, of all places."

I chuckle, reaching out to tuck an errant strand behind her ear, "What, you've never had a little fun in the workplace before?"

She levels me with an exasperated look, but I catch the faint dusting of color in her cheeks.

"Of course not! This is my livelihood, not some...some playground for...for..."

"For fun activities?" I supply helpfully, grinning impishly.

Maria scowls, smacking my arm lightly, "Shut up. I have a reputation to uphold, you know."

"Mmhmm, and I'm sure you did a stellar job of that just now," I tease, earning another halfhearted glare.

Before she can fight back, a muffled voice calls out from the other side of the door.

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