Page 88 of Rematch
“Hm,” Max said, though it was more of a moan. “There you go.”
Moving down again, I began to find a rhythm that worked for me. Before long, my head was bobbing up and down, sucking down nearly every inch of him.
His dick twitched and tensed in my mouth, fighting not to come undone. The restraint only made me work harder. I wanted to push him over the edge. Wanted to taste his cum in my mouth.
Max pulled me off before I could get him to that point. “Uh-uh,” he said, his eyes burning with desire. “The only place I’m cumming is in that tight pussy of yours. Now, get up here.”
Heat burned in my cheeks under his intense gaze and demanding words. Still, I complied and climbed up onto his waist.
He grabbed a condom from the drawer in his nightstand and slipped it on.
My hands replaced his around his dick as I positioned him underneath me. Slowly, I slid myself onto him, purring every inch of the way.
I let myself adjust for a few minutes, moving in long, slow grinds.
Max’s hands grasped my hips, keeping me steady as I started to speed up.
I used my knees to push myself up and down, bouncing on his dick as if I were on a trampoline.
Beneath me, Max’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. His mouth parted, soft groans and moans escaping it.
The sound gave me inspiration to go faster, harder. Laying my palms flat against his chest, I moved quicker, determined to drain him of everything he was able to give me.
His grip tightened on my hips, letting me know he was close. “Shit, Audrey,” he said, gritting his teeth.
I smiled as I felt him unravel, warmth spreading through the condom.
“Wipe that grin off your face,” Max told me. “I’m not done with you yet.” He curled his finger, motioning for me to come closer.
I slid myself off his dick and scooted myself up his torso towards his head.
Max hooked his arms underneath my legs and pulled my pussy down against his face.
I gasped as I landed directly on his tongue.
My surprise didn’t deter Max. His tongue eagerly flicked at my pussy, lapping up my juices as if it were the sweetest nectar he’d ever tasted.
In one swoop, his tongue dove into my pussy.
I gasped as it swirled around my insides, exploring every inch. I gripped the headboard as I grinded against his face, moving in sync with his eager tongue.
Closing his mouth around me, he started sucking on the sensitive skin, practically french-kissing my pussy. His hands slid up my thighs to my ass and gave it a tight squeeze.
“Oh, Max,” I moaned as my head fell back.
He pulled his tongue out and latched onto my clit, devouring it whole. His tongue swirled around the bud in quick circles, intensifying the euphoria strumming through my body. I rode the waves of pleasure like I was surfing at the beach, enjoying the breeze of adrenaline,
My legs began to tremble as one of the waves threatened to knock me clean off my board. I tried to pull myself away, but Max’s grip on my thighs tightened, keeping me still.
His tongue quickened, determined to push me over the edge.
Consumed by the sensations, I submitted to my orgasm and came all over his mouth.
Max lapped up every single drop, making sure not one went to waste.
I scooted down onto his chest and looked down at him.
His uneven breaths lifted me up and down. He stared up at me with a half-lidded gaze, still high from the sex.
