Page 45 of Last Chance

“Take me to your bedroom and I’ll show you.”

He moves fast on that note. Wrapping his strong arms around my waist, he lifts me with ease and instinctively I wrap my legs around his hips.

Have I ever done this? No.

I’ve never felt I could. I’m not little, I’m not sexy. That’s a move for playmates. For models and other tiny people. Not average girls like me, but I feel sexy in Max’s arms. He wants me here. I want to be here with him.

He kisses me hard, our bodies entwined as he worships my lips with his.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he laughs as we kiss, and he carries me down the hall of the apartment to his bedroom. The place I’ve constantly dreamed of since I left here last time.

My feet find the thick gun-metal grey carpet as Max shouts at the Sonos speaker in his room to start playing some music.

He sits down on the king size, and I slide down his hard body until my feet touch the floor and I let my skirt drop to the floor as he beckons me to join him. His body inching back towards the headboard. My white knickers, the only thing covering my modesty as I travel towards him.

“Well, they need to come off,” he assures me as his eyes rake up and down me. Both of our breath hot, the air thick with the anticipation of what we both want to happen here.

“You gonna take them off me then?” I ask as he crawls towards me, my tongue sweeping across and wetting my bottom lip.

“Well, yes. Yes, I fucking am,” he assures me as his fingers trail down my body and push down my knickers until they drop to the floor. From my position still standing I kneel either side of his legs. His fingers trace my curves as he leans in and takes one of my nipples into his mouth.

I tug at his black hair as his tongue teases me and I let out a loud moan.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful, Angel,” he moans as he lifts my body, so I’m lying on the bed. Bare. Naked. Wanting.

He kisses my lips while sliding a hand down my body. Across my tiny, yet slightly visible, bump to where I need him most. Where I need him more than I need the air in my lungs.

His fingers dip into my wet heat and I let out a breathy moan as I feel his fingers tease inside of me.

“You are everything, Ali. Everything I’ve ever wanted. Everything I’ll ever want,” he says as his fingers start to explore. One thumb teasing at my clit as his other long fingers play inside of me.

In. Out.

“Angel, I want you to be mine for all time. But right now, baby, for now just lay back and let me claim your body as I see fit. Let me adore this gorgeous pink cunt the way I want to.”

His fingers curl inside of me, hitting my G-spot with absolute ease. I shouldn’t enjoy his sexist spurts as much as I am. I’m a feminist first off, but I’m struggling to concentrate on anything but the ecstasy that is Max’s expert fingers.

“Max, you chauvinistic pig,” I manage to splutter, but I can feel my face contorting as I say it, my breath laboured, coming in spurts.

“Babe, that shouldn’t sound as fucking hot as it just did!” he says with a smirk.

“Angel, if you want me to stop I will,” he assures me with his usual cocky bravado.

“Don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop, Max,” I cry as his fingers keep gliding through my wetness, marvel at how every nerve ending on my body is heightened. There could be a fire outside and nothing would be more important than this. My toes start to curl as I feel it building in my core. My pussy flutters, contracting hard around his fingers as my body convulses and my climax rips through my body.

I see white. I feel like I could fly as my breathing gets hot and I can barely form any other word than his name.

He strokes me through it, his fingers soft but hard when I need them to be. He can sense from my body’s movements exactly what I need. I cry his name again before I lean in and kiss his lips. He lets his tongue caress mine before he moves his hand from inside me and brings it to his lips.

My eyes widen further as he licks and sucks the tips of both fingers that have been deep inside of me.

“So fucking sweet,” he says as he licks at his thumb. “Fucking delicious.”

I feel shy, innocent as the sexy mountain of a man, the rock star that has girls all over the world calling his name, smiles and licks the taste of me from his fingers.

“Max, Max, that was—"

“Nothing less than what you deserve, Angel,” he assures me as he leans over my body. He goes to hook his leg over me but then something stops him.

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