Page 10 of Mad Max

“But it’s longer than my bed. You won’t fit here,” she says, going straight back to her earlier conversation as if the last few moments didn’t happen.

I just cock an eyebrow at her. Her words need to catch up to what’s she’s seeing, ’cause I clearly do fucking fit on this soft-as-shit bed.

Fuck. Everything here is comfy as hell. Either I’m dog-ass tired and just finding comfort wherever I go, or her place is fucking amazing. Kind of makes me think she might be too.

“Right.” She nods and then mutters to herself, soft enough that I can’t make it out, as she goes to the dresser and pulls some clothes out before she leaves the room and I hear a door close. I know she’s not leaving her home, and as I hear the sink running, I settle in.

I’m actually fighting getting pulled under by Mr. Sandman when she walks back in wearing only a long T-shirt that goes to her upper thighs. It’s damn short but covers everything. She’s a walking tease and doesn’t even seem to know it.

“Okay, you take the bed, and I’ll take the couch.”

I might be big, but I’m agile, and I easily spring out of bed and snag her wrists as she turns to leave. I wrap my other arm around her middle and drag her into the bed. Not one sound of protest as I maneuver her to sleep on her side as I continue to hold her against my chest.

We lie in silence for a beat before she wiggles into a comfortable spot with my arms wrapped around her. I push my hips back to not jab her with my dick once she finally settles. I mean, I will if she wants me to, but she ain’t exactly begging for it right now.

“You could have asked me to stay. No need to pick me up and just move me where you want me,” she huffs as she folds her arms.

I squeeze her tighter, forcing a squeak out of her. This chick has made me smile more in one night than I have in a very long-ass time. “But it’s so much easier than talking.”

She grunts in response, identical to my usual one, and I chuckle at her back.

We lie there and I just enjoy the softness under me and in my arms. It’s been a while since I had both at once. The beds at the clubhouse ain’t exactly quality. They do the damn job, but not like this one. I swear it’s made of feathers, which sort of fits the fairy’s personality.

“Fine.”

My eyes open and I stare at her head, trying to figure out if I fell asleep while she was talking to me or if she’s just talking to herself. Girl might be the one who’s crazy. Maybe I should have called a friend to vouch for her.

She looks over her shoulder at me, and again I notice how much cinnamon is in her eyes. “If you’re going to keep poking me with the stick between your legs, you might as well get me off with it too.”

It takes an embarrassing length of time for me to figure out what the fuck she’s talking about. I guess I didn’t even realize I was dry humping her with how relaxed I’d been a few moments ago with her in my arms.

She doesn’t seem deterred, or even disgusted by it, just grabs my hand and laces our fingers together as she pulls them down her body. Her other hand pulls her shirt up, and as she puts my fingers on her flesh, I notice she’s commando too.

She presses down on my middle finger so it slides over her clit and then down between her nether lips. She moans at the touch, and I just sink into the feeling of her using me as her own personal sex toy to get off. She rocks back into me as she rubs my finger on her clit. Her ass is at a perfect angle, and my dick slides between her globes now that her shirt is up above her hip. I groan at the feel of her perky ass, and the image of me taking this peach has me bucking into her.

She reaches back with her other hand and finds my rod, grasping it hard and stroking it a handful of times before moving it between her legs. She tries to thrust back on it, but she’s not at the right angle. Not like me. I push her hand away as I grab her hip, pulling her leg up. Like before, I’m the one thrusting into her, but this time from behind.

We both groan out loud. Neither of us needs to hide the way the other makes us feel right now. We don’t have to worry about someone coming up on us like before. We’re alone and can enjoy the fuck out of this. I can take my goddamn time if I want.

But Cheyanne has a different idea. She slides my fingers over her slit and clit repeatedly as she moves her other hand to her tit and pinches hard. It throws her over the edge, and I launch onto her neck, biting and sucking it like I want to do her nipples. It sends another shiver through her, and I pump my hips faster, chasing my own end.

I keep sucking and biting, no longer allowing her to guide me on her pussy as I take over and really start to play with her clit. Pinching it hard at the same time I bite down on her shoulder throws her into another orgasm that has me racing to finish with her.

My fingers strum her a few more moments as she comes down from the explosion, and I lick at her neck and shoulder blade, kissing each indent of my teeth softly when I’m done. She sighs and wraps her arms around mine above the hand that’s still petting her pretty cunt and falls asleep.

Doesn’t even seem to care my dick is still softening inside her, or that we’ve made a mess of her sheets. One hundred percent trust in that moment. And it makes me freak the fuck out. No one’s done that before, even the brothers. No one gives me their full trust in a matter of hours, and I didn’t have to prove shit.

I don’t know how to react. I just wrap my arms tighter around her as I stare into the darkness.

This fairy really does have some magic, it seems. ’Cause she’s wielded something over me, and I’m not sure what to do about it.

Chapter 5 – Cheyanne

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bolt upright in my bed and look around the room. I have no idea what woke me, and I’m disoriented, as if I’ve slept harder than I ever have before.

A noise followed by a voice does the opposite of what it should do, I bet. It makes me curious and not afraid. But I’m not stupid—Mom had me tested, several times. Turns out I’m a genius but lack social norms. Probably why I grab the shotgun out of the closet and not my pants or phone as I head to my front door.

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