Page 36 of Make Me Whole

He pushed the dress down my hips. It pooled around my feet, leaving me with nothing but my underwear in front of him. Holding my gaze, Max dragged his middle finger from my hip to the top line of my panties.

“Please, Max. Lower.”

Max brought his lips back to mine. His kiss was slow and hot as he lowered his finger just a little. I moaned against his mouth, begging for him to continue his descent. He complied, and a little game started.

He moved a little closer to the ache at my center then stopped. I moaned, and he moved again. With each gained inch, my heart beat faster and my pussy grew wetter.

When his fingers finally reached my throbbing center, it was Max’s time to moan. “Fuck, Sky. You’re so wet. I gotta taste you.”

Before I realized what he was doing, he removed my underwear, grabbed me by my bare ass cheeks, and propped me on top of the washer. The vibration of the machine added an extra layer of sensation that almost pushed me over the edge, but I held back. I wanted to orgasm for him, on him.

Placing my feet up, he ordered, “Hold your ankles and open wide. Don’t close your legs or I’ll stop.”

Like a good girl, I obeyed and fully showed the most intimate part of me to him. Eyes focused on my pussy, Max licked his lips and dropped to his knees. He placed his hands in the joints of my hips, pushing my legs apart and opening me further. He inched closer and touched the tip of his tongue to my perineum, then slowly ran it up.

He licked my folds, pierced my slit, and circled my clit over and over. His moans mixed with mine as he savored every drop of pleasure he coaxed out of me.

My breaths became labored, and my heart raced as a mind-blowing orgasm built inside me. Reading my signs, he clasped his mouth around my clit and sucked in a maddening rhythm as his fingers probed me, moving in and out, driving me insane. I wanted release more than I wanted to breathe, and Max gave me everything I wanted and much more.

“Fuck, Max. Don’t stop. I’m so close.”

He hummed in appreciation and inserted another finger into my pussy, hooking it to reach just the right spot. Not giving a damn whether the neighbors would hear me or not, I clung to his hair and cried out his name as I rode the orgasm I so desperately needed from him.

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MAX

Ipulled my mouth away from Sky and licked my lips. I had missed the taste of pussy, and hers was particularly sweet.

She looked glorious, leaning back against the wall, tits jiggling with the movement of the washer and still holding her ankles like I had ordered her to. Her face was relaxed, blissful, and satiated. Her pussy was swollen and glistening, fucking tempting me to bend over again and taste another orgasm, but the pain in my balls needed release too and my cock was pressing against my jeans to get some action.

As if reading my mind, she opened her eyes and smiled. It was an angelic smile that clashed with her centerfold pose and post-orgasm glow.

“Thank you for that,” she said breathlessly.

I smirked and nodded. “Literally, my pleasure.”

She giggled. Another mismatched reaction.

Releasing her ankle, she sat up straight. Her eyes fluttered when her legs lowered, the wiggling machine adding to the pleasure I had started. Honestly, I wanted to sweep her off that thing. Her pleasure was mine and I didn’t want to share it.

To my surprise, the little vixen bit her lower lip and forced her eyelids open. Her eyes connected with mine as she jumped from the machine and took a gorgeously naked step toward me.

She reached her right hand and wrapped her fingers around my length through the fabric of my jeans. My breath caught, and my mouth felt like sandpaper as she massaged my erection.

“Now that you’ve taken such good care of me, how can I take care of you, Max?” Still rubbing my cock, she reached for my hand and brought it to her lips. “Do you want to fuck my mouth?” She sucked my middle finger to the knuckle, then pulled it out of her warm mouth and traced it down her tits and stomach until it reached that sweet little cunt. “Or my pussy?”

My already rock-hard cock nearly exploded through the zipper of my jeans. She smiled at the monumental twitch.

I palmed her pussy and massaged her clit with the heel of my hand. “Can’t I have both?”

“Oh, Max. No matter how skilled you are, you can only stick it in one hole at a time. You gotta choose, baby.”

I laughed with a woman I was about to fuck for the first time in a decade. Another thing I hadn’t even realized I had missed.

“I choose the pussy, then.”

She bit her lip and grinned. “Excellent choice.”

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