Page 26 of Without Me (Men of Inked 5)
for the orgasm that was simmering underneath the surface. Using my favorite move, I increased the suction and brought her deeper into my mouth. Feeling her clit swell on my tongue drove me forward. Her breathing grew shallow and ragged as I used the tip of my tongue to play her body like a musical instrument.
“Yes!” she yelled as I tapped her clit with more vigor.
I hummed my approval, changing the sensation of my lips on her flesh.
“Fuck,” she moaned, sliding her hands into my hair and holding my face to her pussy.
She didn’t have to do that. I wasn’t going anywhere. I’d have lived between her legs if I could. There was no place in the world I’d rather spend my time. No longer was my favorite thing in the world being on stage. It was now worshipping the softness and sweetness of Max’s beautiful cunt.
Just as her legs started to quiver, I removed my lips from her body. She gasped, pushing her body into my face.
“Promise me, Max.” I gripped her legs roughly. Even though she had said that she would take the test, I didn’t trust her to follow through. Promises weren’t something either of us had a lot of experience with keeping.
“N-n-now?” she stuttered as her chest heaved.
“Now,” I demanded before I swept my tongue across her swollen clit.
She twitched, ready to burst, and needed more friction. I wouldn’t give it to her until she said what I wanted to hear. When she didn’t answer right away, I nipped her lip to make her focus.
With glazed eyes, she stared at me as if she were trying to focus. “Yes. Yes!” She gripped my hair, pulling my face forward. “Anything you want.”
Her answer was good enough for now. I wouldn’t let her forget or go back on her word, but I’d use every opportunity to remind her of the promise she’d made me. I sucked her into my mouth, spreading her legs wider, and waited for her body to shake in my hands. She started to writhe on the couch, chasing the orgasm as she mashed her pussy into my face.
Opening my eyes, I watched as she came apart in my arms, a scream sounding from behind her closed mouth. It erupted in her throat and grew to the point that it had to break free. As her mouth fell open, the sound became almost operatic in nature. It was the most beautiful melody I’d ever heard.
When her hands softened on my scalp, her body grew lax into the cushions. I didn’t waste a moment as I latched on harder, ready to bring her the next orgasm. I wasn’t about waiting. We’d done that enough over the last however many weeks she’d had my dick in a vise.
“I need time,” she pleaded as I started to assault her most sensitive area.
I shook my head, not releasing her from my mouth as I drove forward.
“No. Gah,” she said as she pushed my head down. “Oh.”
Needing to feel her as she came again, I rubbed two fingers on the outside of her before pushing them inside. As I stretched her slightly, she whimpered from the intrusion and I increased the suction of my lips.
Her pussy contracted, sucking my fingers deeper inside. Using a rocking motion, I massaged her G-spot as I grazed her clit with my teeth and flicked it with my tongue. She pushed me away, trying to get out of reach from the onslaught of sensations my touch was causing. Ignoring her, I buried my face deeper and held her in place with my one hand still planted behind her knee. I ate like a starved man until she was writhing on the couch, screaming my name.
As she lay there breathing heavily, her body shook from the aftershocks. Her pussy pulsed as I continued to rock my fingers inside her.
“No more,” she begged. “Please. I need to catch my breath.” She grabbed her chest. Her skin had grown damp from exhaustion and glowed in the soft light of the tableside lamp.
I didn’t have enough. I wasn’t done. No matter what she thought, I was in charge now. No longer would I let her lead me by the balls and rule the relationship. I’d use the one weapon I had that I knew worked on Max.
Sex.
Bringing my mouth down on her again, I gave her no rest. I locked my grip behind her knee and pushed my face forward, leaving no space between us.
“I hate you,” she whimpered as she tried to use her feet on my thighs to move away. “It feels so good.”
I kept to my plan, devouring her pussy like it was my last meal. I’d forever leave an imprint of my face on her pussy for her to remember. I wanted there to be no doubt who brought her the most pleasure in her life.
Her hands slapped down on the couch before she dug her nails into the white cotton material. “Fuck,” she hissed as her back arched.
As the walls of her core pulsated, her body began to shake uncontrollably. Her mouth grew rigid as her lips trembled and hung open slightly. The spasm raked over her body for some time as I kept my lips on her flesh, pulling her through the ecstasy she had fought so hard.
By the time she came down from the last orgasm, I thought my dick was about to break off. I had a hard-on to end all hard-ons. I’d fought every urge I had to stop in the middle of my carnal feast and shove my cock inside her warmth. Who said that I wasn’t a patient man?
When I backed away from her, I slid my fingers out and licked every ounce of her arousal off them. She glared, but watched me with her mouth still agape. The look on her face brought me pride. I’d brought her over the edge again and again and I’d accomplished what I set out to do—remind her that she belonged to me.
As I slipped my fingers out of my mouth, I moaned. Even though I’d had my face submerged in her sex for longer than I’d realized, the last drops were still as sweet.
Using my saliva mingled with her wetness, I stroked my cock. My eyes rolled back in my head from the frisson of pleasure that skated over my body. I needed to come. Not for the orgasm, but I needed a release from the pent-up emotion from the day. I needed to fuck her attitude out of her system and mine.
As I stood, she kept her eyes pinned to me. She took in shaky breaths as I rubbed my cock and paid special attention to the tip. I gripped tighter, catching on the piercings, sending a jolt through my body.
“But—” she said as I moved toward her.
“Now,” I demanded, unwilling to wait or let her be in charge.
She nodded as her eyes grew wide and I moved closer. Releasing my hardened length, I grabbed her behind the knees and dragged her body forward so her ass no longer touched the couch. I pulled upward as I bent her legs toward her body, moving her ass into the air and folding her a bit as I pushed her knees toward her chest.
I pushed through her opening, feeling a bit of resistance. She was tight normally, but after the numerous orgasms, her pussy had constricted as a means of self-preservation. I tugged her forward and plowed into her.
As her cunt squeezed my length, a shiver went down my spine. I didn’t know if anything had ever felt as fantastic as her body impaled by mine.
I wanted to wreck her. Ruin her like she had me. Make her never forget the fact that I owned her body. No one else had sent a spark of passion through her like I had. There was no other woman on the planet that lit my fuse the way she did. It wasn’t something I’d give up. Even if she had a future that would be riddled with health issues, I wouldn’t turn my back on her.
When you find that something so unlike anything else in the world, it can’t be easily tossed aside. I’d fucked enough women in my life to know when there’s a magical force at work. The zing I felt when I touched her made it undeniable.
When I’d said that I wanted to wreck her, I didn’t mean for life. I wanted her for myself and no one else. The main thing I wanted to wipe from her mind was any thought of running and leaving me behind. I wouldn’t let her, even if she tried.
My mind was filled with so many things as I thrust into her repeatedly. I tried to keep my mind occupied, not ready to come inside her yet. The warmth and silkiness of her insides rubbing on my stiff shaft was universe-rocking. The continents collided, changing the landscape of my mind and altering the trajectory of my future path.
Max was mine, and
no one else would ever have her.
“Max, say you’re mine,” I said through gritted teeth as I pulled my dick out before jamming it back inside.
“What?” she whimpered.
I moved my face closer, making sure she’d hear me. “Say you’re mine and no one else’s.”
“Obviously I am,” she replied.
Everything with her seemed to be difficult at times. She liked to yank my chain.
“Max,” I said, pushing just the tip inside her and pausing.
She sealed her eyes shut. “I’m yours,” she whispered.
Warmth cascaded over me at her admission. “Look at me when you say it, and keep your eyes open this time.”
Her eyes opened. “I’m yours,” she said in a stronger voice as she stared at me.
“Again,” I said as I thrust inside her.
“I’m yours,” she said, a little louder, before sucking in a breath.
I pulled out and jammed my dick back inside her heat. “More,” I commanded as I picked up the pace. I could feel the orgasm ready to break free, and I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.
“I’m yours!” she yelled as her body trembled beneath me.
“Max,” I moaned, wanting to hear her say it one more time as I came inside her. “Again!”
“I’m yours, Anthony!” She gripped my legs, digging her nails into my skin.
The bite of her nails coupled with her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vise sent me spiraling over the precipice and to the most body-consuming orgasm of my entire life. Everything inside me awoke. Tiny sparks rocked my body from head to toe as my mind went blank. The only thing I could focus on was the rush of bliss that had ravaged me.
Although I’d wanted to ruin her and remind her that she was mine, her words and body had made it quite clear that I was hers and hers alone. Never again could I look at another woman in the same way. My heart, mind, body, and soul were Max’s.
“Mine,” I whispered as the last aftershock shot through my body.
“Yours,” she replied, reaching forward and pulling my lips into a kiss.
We were irrevocably locked together forever with no other course than to roam this path together.
