Page 63 of Trust Issues
“Make him go away,” Max grumbled, pushing deeper inside of me. My cervix was going to need a tombstone after he was done.
“Hey, Owen,” I gave him a weak ass grin as I peeped around the door. It was only open a sliver. Enough for Owen to see my eyes, nose, and lips.
“Oh, I thought Max had the door open. What’s up, Kyle? Is he in there?”
“Yeah…” I cleared my throat and tried to look as normal as possible. I had a long, thick, chocolate dick stretching me from the inside out though, so I wasn’t too sure how I was faring.
“Can you tell him to come here for a second? I want to talk to him.”
“He’s um…he’s in the back,” I said with a shaky voice. How the hell was Owen unaware that I was clearly in the middle of something…or rather something was in the middle of me?
“Well, can I talk to you for a second? Mind if we go across the hall?”
“Actually, Owen. I’m running late for work and I need to go get my wig.”
“Did he tell you that he came by my apartment last night and I was looking at Nate’s car?”
“Yup. He told me. We’ll talk later. I promise,” I said, rushing my words. How the hell was Max still so fucking hard? I pushed my ass back a little on him and he gripped my waist so hard I bit the inside of my cheek.
“Okay…thanks, Kyle.”
“No problem. Bye.” I shut the door so fast. I’d never shut anything that fast in my entire life. Max drilled into me like he was punishing me for engaging his brother in conversation for so long but then again I always did love a little punishment.
He yanked on my ponytail, wrapping it around his fist before giving me every inch of his dick until his heavy balls slammed against my tender pussy. I was in heaven in every sense of the word.
I threw my ass back on him harder every time he thought he was going to dominate me and he growled in response. “You need me to show you that you’re not always in control of everything, huh, Kyla?” He wrapped his hand around my throat and fucked me so violently I couldn’t make a single sound.
I shuddered with an orgasm immediately. He definitely hit some kind of switch inside of me. If it were possible for me to scramble up the fucking door I would have. My legs were too weak though.
“Fuck,” he cursed, dragging out the word until it was five syllables long. I felt him throbbing inside of me and a small ripple of panic washed over me.
He came inside of me.
“Oh my god.” It came out as half moan half exclamation. My heart thumped repeatedly while my body pulsed from the orgasm we both had. I hated how good he felt filling me with his seed. I shut my eyes and reveled in it knowing damn well I should have been freaking out. It felt like sin dripping into the crevices of my body. I wanted it all over me. I wanted it deep inside of me.
I was fucking loony.
“I’m sorry, Kyla.”
“Don’t be. I’m on the pill remember? Plus that shit felt good. I can’t lie. Was it responsible of us? No. But should we do it again? Also no.”
“We probably will though so we need to discuss some things later on. Deal?” He pulled out of me and I turned to face him feeling full and content. I looked at his shiny dick, covered in my creamy wetness and dropped to my knees. I couldn’t resist the taste of us together on my tongue. I knew I had to get ready for work but Maxwell turned me into a crackhead, evidently.
Some things can’t be helped.
“Fuck,” he groaned. My tongue swirled around the sensitive crown of his cock, making him jerk from the sensation. “You know you’re wrong for that,” he laughed when I popped off his stiff dick.
“You’re still rock hard and I figured I owed you a courtesy clean up.”
“You just like the way we taste together, don’t you?” He grabbed a handful of my ass and I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him so he could taste us for himself. The flavor was addictive.
Max’s phone buzzed and he cursed under his breath right before pulling away from me. “I’m late as shit, Kyle. Fucking around with you.”
“You started it! I was on my way out the door but no you just had to grab my ass. I know it looks good but you have to have some kind of self-control, Max.” I rushed into the bathroom, cleaned myself up and grabbed my heels on the way out. Max and I both raced down the hall at top speed. Thankfully, the elevator was just reaching our floor. I didn’t bother putting my shoes on until I was in the lobby.
“I’ll see you tonight,” Max said. He leaned over to kiss my forehead then he laughed a little.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, speed walking toward the glass doors.
