Page 85 of On The Run

“Ugh, Max. Stop fucking around. Get inside me.”

Max chuckled against my skin. “So bossy.” I only grunted.

Max pulled his fingers out and gripped my hips. “Turn around. I want to see you.”

Oh, I wanted that too. I flipped back around, leaving a pool of pre-cum on the sheets where I was lying. I didn’t even care that my back was now resting in it. I’d probably care later but right now, only one thing was on my mind.

Max’s eyes met mine, and I shivered at the intensity of his look. I knew Max and I had a long road ahead of us, but as long as he continued to watch me like that, I knew we’d be ok.

Max grabbed a pillow and slid it under me to help tilt me up at a better angle. He then slid his arm under my knees, lifting them up, and kneeled in between them. “Are you ready, love?”

I knew I was beyond words, so I just shook my head. Thankfully, Max didn’t ask any other questions. He just gripped his insanely hard dick, poured some more lube onto it, and began to slide it in.

I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to describe the sensation. There was a little burn, sure, but that was completely overridden by the sense of rightness that filled me as Max pushed in at a slow and steady rhythm. He was long and thick, and there was definitely a stretch, but I felt my body accommodate him as Max slid all the way in to the hilt. He used his upper body to push my legs back and tightly grabbed my hips.

I was so fucking full. I needed Max to move, but he wasn’t listening to my silent pleas. He stayed completely still, allowing me time to adjust. But I didn’t want time. I wanted him to make me his.

“How does it feel, love? Are you so full of my cock?”

Well, fuck. My dick twitched, and my hand went to wrap around it, but Max wasn’t having it and lightly swatted it away. “No, love, that’s mine right now. If you touch it, I’ll stop moving.”

What in the sadistic fuck was that shit? I opened my mouth in protest, but secretly, I loved it. It was so damn hot. I nodded in agreement. Hell, I’d agree to anything just to get Max to start moving. And much to my relief, he finally did.

Making love was the right word for what we did. This wasn’t fucking. This was so much more than that. And whenever you fantasized about your first time, this was exactly what was imagined. Honestly, it was better. This was two people becoming one.

For a really long time, Max moved slowly, sensually. He’d slide until only his tip was still inside of me, and then all the way back until he was completely buried. Sometimes, he pegged my prostate, but not every time, and I didn’t need him to. Not once did we look away from each other.

And then, when I was pretty sure I was going to lose my damn mind, Max sped up, his hips snapping into me as his movements got shorter and less deep but just as intense.

“Maaax!” I cried out. I needed him to touch me. My poor neglected dick was screaming for attention.

Max grinned, his tongue peeping out from between his teeth. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

“Oh, would you like me to touch you?”

I growled at my man, which only caused him to laugh at me. He still took pity on me though and fisted my cock even as his thrusts sped up.

I had no idea what happened after that. I was overtaken by the moment, unable to think about anything else but Max being inside of me, Max’s hands on me. It was all that mattered now. All that probably would ever matter.

Soon, Max’s movements began to be erratic, and I knew he was close. “Are you going to come with me,tokki?”

“Oh, fuck yes.” My voice broke on a moan. Max pegged my prostate hard, and I had to cover my mouth to keep from screaming out. I’d been pretty good about being quiet, but I did not want Gray waking up and hearing us.

Max’s fist also sped up. “I’m close,” I whined.

It was only a few minutes later when Max’s hips began to jerk inside me. “Come for me,tokki.”

That was all I needed. Just as Max threw his head back with his release, my came surging forward, and hot spurts of cum shot all over Max’s fist and my belly.

Max stopped moving and collapsed next to me, careful not to put too much of his weight on me. He started to slide out, but I stopped him. “Not yet, please.”

Max smiled softly. “I won’t, love.”

I wrapped my arms around him and tilted my head for a kiss which he obliged. “We should go shower, love. You’re sticky.” But I stopped him.

“Later. I’m not ready to move.”

Max squinted his eyes, concerned. “How do you feel? Was it too much? Any pain?”

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