Page 58 of Saving Blood

She pushes her ass higher, and I slap her cheek hard. I like the way it jiggles under my touch. She wiggles, and when I slap the other side as she moans out again.

My cock is rock-hard and ready, but I can’t end this sweet torture, so I lean over her back, dig my hand into her hair and angle her mouth to mine. Her brutal kiss has me panting, and when she sucks on my lower lip, she bites it hard.

“That’s right, baby, fuckin’ bite me. I wanna feel the pain.”

I grab her hips, squeezing her flesh, leaving a mark as I notch my cock between those perfect ass cheeks. Reaching around her hips, I find her clit and twist it between my thumb and forefinger until she groans into the pillow.

When she is good and wet, I slide home, pumping her from behind, grinding my hips into hers, skin slapping against skin, me driving harder until I’m balls-deep in her soaking pussy.

She arches her back, and her body sucks me in farther than I thought possible. My choppy breathing and her moans fill the room as the headboard bangs against the wall, keeping rhythm with my thrusts. The first waves hit, but I keep at her, never wanting this to end, never wanting to come back to a reality without meaning. I just want to float above it all, pretend Maxine and I are the only two people on earth. No pain, no retribution, no guilt. Just us.

I collapse against her back, then shift, burying my face in her neck, drinking in her scent and the closeness of her body.

She wriggles out from under me and flips over, then smirks up at my surprise. “You forget I have moves too.” She pushes at my shoulders, and I let her pin me to the bed, although if I hadn’t, I think she would’ve anyway.

“Looks like you still need more.” She eyes my still hard cock. “Do you trust me?”

Isn’t that the question of the week? “Whatever you got, I can take it.”

Wasting no time, she lowers her head, leaving little butterfly kisses on my inner thighs. Getting just close enough to my cock without touching it.

Yeah, fuckin’ torture.

Leaning back on her knees, she slowly, very slowly rakes her fingernails over my lower abs and thighs. She actually fuckin’ laughs when my dick twitches a few times.

“You think that’s funny?” I could play this out even as her eyes burn into me, daring me to tell her to stop.

“I think it’s funny I’ve got all two hundred pounds of you on your back under my control.” She cups my balls with one hand while stroking my dick with the other—hard.

I turn my head into the pillow on a groan when she tightens her grip. Then, without warning, she lowers her head and devours my rock-hard length, swallowing every inch until I hit the back of her throat.

“Ohhhh, fuck, yeah! Suck it harder, baby.”

She increases the pressure, and my head spins out of control. Just like the last time with Maxine, little sparks of lights shimmer before my eyes.

I’m getting close, real close, so I nudge her shoulder.

“Mmmhmm,” The humming and the deep dragging of her lips brings me over the edge hard. My hips jerk off the mattress, but she never lets me go. She keeps pace with me, sucking and drinking me in until I collapse against the bed.

She licks me clean, then rests her head on my thigh as she strokes my abs in calming circles.

I lie for a long time in the euphoria, not thinking, not feeling, just letting my body float on the cloud Maxine created. No guilt, no repercussions, just peace.

She shifts next to me, resting her head on my shoulder, her hair fanning over my chest. So giving, so tranquil, like she knew what I needed before I did.

I don’t know how long we lay there in the quiet of my room. I try to close my eyes, but fear holds me back, so I calm myself with rhythmically stroking Maxine’s hair.

“Hector did it.” The words fly out of my mouth before I could stop them.

“I figured.” She leans up on an elbow. “No one else would be capable of doing such a thing.”

“Hector might’ve done the act, but I helped. It’s because of me Javi’s dead.”

She rears back. “What?”

“The stupid kid looked up to me, and I knew it. One of the last things he said to me was he wanted to be a Royal Bastard, and I didn’t say shit. I should’ve told him to run hard, run fast, but I didn’t.” I scrub my hand over my face. “I led him on with money. I let him think he could have a better life, but there’s no better life. It’s this life—hard, so fuckin’ hard, with no second chances.”

“Don’t do this to yourself.”

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