Page 69 of Make Me Whole

His hands grabbed at my skin, my hair, my curves. I clawed at the back of his neck, pulling him closer, wanting even more than the ‘much’ he was giving.

His body pressed against mine, forcing my softness to conform to his angles, to his strength. My nipples responded, pebbling against the fabric of my clothes and pushing against the hardness of Max’s chest as if begging for a very specific kind of attention.

His cock hardened, poking me in the ass and causing arousal to pool between my thighs. My pussy pulsed, begging for attention, and that was finally too much. I loved having Max in charge, but it had been too long and I was too horny to just sit on his lap, waiting for the release I needed. Halloween night had given me a taste of sexual power, and I wanted more of it.

Without breaking our kiss, I got up, hiked my sweater dress a little higher, and repositioned myself so that my legs straddled his hips. I slowly sank down on his denim covered erection and moaned—loudly—when my wet center met his hard length.

Max’s mouth curled up in a smile against mine. He pulled back a little. “Honey, I love having you perched on my cock and I love the ease of your dresses, but I want to make this a memorable event. I want to take my time, tease you, and arouse you until you’re begging for mercy, but I can’t do that with you sitting on my cock in nothing but soaked through panties. If you stay like this, I’m gonna end up quick fucking you right here on this bench.”

The admission got my attention, as did the idea of being fucked in public. Okay, not in public, per se, but we were out in the open in a property without walls or gates. The chance that someone might see us was abysmally small, but it existed, and though I never saw myself as an exhibitionist, a fresh wave of moisture oozed out of my body at the thought.

Desperate for some relief from the pressure building in my center, I pressed down against Max’s hardness. “Don’t know what you’re planning, but being fucked on this bench sounds pretty memorable.”

Max cocked a brow and tilted his head just slightly. “Is that what you want? For me to take you right here in the woods?”

I bit my lips and rolled my hips, grinding against his length once more. “Yes.”

A slow, almost sinful smile curled his lips as he snaked his dominant hand between us. The tips of his fingers brushed my upper thighs and then circled down to my drenched center. Through the fabric of my panties, he pressed the pad of his finger on my clit and rolled one slow circle against the sensitive spot. I closed my eyes and pulled in a deep breath as I rolled my hips once more against him.

“A finger fuck will do? Or do you need my cock too?” Max’s voice was rough with desire.

I shivered. “Do I have to choose? Can’t a girl have both?”

Max’s eyes went a little out of focus, as if he hadn’t expected me to be so forward, but he recovered quickly. “You’re always a surprise, Skylar. And no, you don’t have to choose. I’ll fuck you however you want, wherever you want, and as many times as you want.”

“Well, I want your fingers now, then your cock.”

He raised a brow and quirked a smirk. “Anything else?”

I nodded. “Maybe your cock again, but in my mouth. And then the memorable fuck you promised. Basically, I want a lot of you and a lot of orgasms and in various ways. Sleep tonight is completely optional for me.”

“Done,” Max whispered with a dark gleam of pride in his eyes as he leaned forward to kiss me again in an almost beast-like way. It was a side of him I had never seen before but hoped to see again.

With his right hand still on my ass, he pushed me upward just a little so that my pussy hovered above his crotch. I whimpered at the lost friction with his cock. My inner walls tightened with anticipation, and I grew so wet that arousal dripped down my thighs as Max pushed the fabric of my underwear away.

“Fucking soaked, Sky. You’re fucking soaked,” he groaned as if I didn’t know.

He held my gaze as one of his fingers caressed my folds, spreading my juices to every inch until I was slick all over. I held my breath every time he passed through my opening, begging his finger to dip inside. Finally, he stopped where I wanted and pushed ever so slightly inside me.

“You’re in charge of freeing my cock while I fuck you like this. Take as much or as little time as you want, but be ready because once he’s out I’m gonna fuck you so hard the goddamn whales might come back to watch the show, okay?”

Shit.I bit my lips and nodded.

Max smiled, kissed me gently on the lips, then jerked his hand upward to spear me so deeply his knuckles pushed against my soft folds. Though it wasn’t the fullness I needed, I closed my eyes and moaned knowing that it was coming.

I stood still, just hovering over him as he pumped me a few times. His finger went deep every time and curved in that perfect way to push the magic button inside me. It was heaven but also not enough. I needed to be fuller, and Max knew it.

Without warning, Max added another finger. I moaned and clenched my pussy around them. It was better, a little closer to the girth of his cock, but still not thick enough. I groaned as he pumped me, dragging along my G-spot and making me so slick I could feel the wetness on his wrist as it touched my thigh.

Still, it was not enough.

Finally, my need for Max’s cock became more intense than the pleasure his fingers were coaxing out of me and it pushed me into action. With heavy eyelids and trembling fingers, I reached for his belt. Releasing the buckle took forever, and working on the buttons of his Levi’s took even longer.

The closer I got to freeing his erection, the lustier Max’s face became and the harder his hand pumped in and out of me. As a result, that elastic band of pleasure inside me stretched and tightened, getting so close to snapping that I hooked my fingers on the band of his boxer briefs and just stopped.

“I’m so close, Max,” I moaned, shivering.

He smiled against my mouth and added a third finger. His hand moved fast in and out of me, pushing harder and dragging down slower against my sweet spot until my toes curled and my breath hitched and my hand snaked inside Max’s briefs.

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