Page 5 of Mad Max

I told myself once I got out of prison that I would take every opportunity to seek pleasure. It was withheld from me for so long. The simple things, like cooking my own damn food, are a damn luxury nowadays. And this pixie against me is one of the finest delicacies I’ve had in longer than I can remember.

Her outfit isn’t revealing, not like the others I saw tonight, but it teased me from the start. The short, pleated skirt that was decent enough to go to her thighs but rode up a bit when she sat beside me. And her shirt is nothing revealing, no deep plunge or off-the-shoulder shit. It’s just a regular shirt, but it stops right at the waistband of her skirt, and parts of her stomach played peekaboo as she walked. Nothing clung to her, and yet I’m a drooling mess over her body.

All black clothes, like her hair, and she doesn’t look goth even as she wears a long necklace that dips below a pair of nice tits. It’s a cross, but I got a feeling this is just costume jewelry on her and not a religious thing. I obviously don’t really know her, but girls don’t have family in lockup and talk so freely about it if they’re the religious type. They especially don’t let an ex-con biker get to first base thirty seconds after meeting them. At least not any religious type I know.

Moving one hand away from the back of her thighs—after a good squeeze, ’cause why the fuck not—I slide it up over her hip and under her shirt till I reach her tit. Fuck, it’s a thin-as-shit bra, and I feel her nipple beading easily. I pinch it, and she bucks in shock, but then she continues to grind on me, like she’s used to it now that she knows what I’m doing. But I’m just getting started, and I don’t stick to the same routine. I push her shirt up and pull her cup down a second before I wrap my mouth around that perfect tip.

Real breasts taste different. Others might not think there’s a difference, but I can tell you there sure as hell is. I’ve been out of prison for a hundred-plus days now. I’ve tasted my fair share of tits since then, and I know which are fake just from looking. But I like to get my mouth on things like these beauties before me, and I ain’t disappointed. Not like I was with the last ones I had. The feel of her in my mouth just does something for me, and I can’t even think about how to describe it. I suck on her nipple, then bite it and suck hard again before popping it out and going back to her mouth. My hand takes its place and gives her nipple the same torture as my mouth did, rougher even, and this chick still ain’t telling me to stop.

She’s actually pushing her chest into the pain, and the way she’s moaning lets me know I’m doing this right. Not that I thought I was doing it wrong, but you never know what a girl is into until you get to sucking and biting. Some shy away from that shit quick; others ask for more and harder. This girl just encourages me, and fuck if that doesn’t turn me on. No one telling me what to do, just letting me do what I want and showing she’s into it too.

I can hear the party still going on behind us. I might be into this chick, and my dick might be an iron hammer behind my jeans, but I ain’t lost enough to ignore what’s at my back. Nothing will ever take me so out of my element that I’ll let that happen again. We’ve been lucky that no one has come close to us, and I ain’t one for sharing. I might do things in front of others—prison threw the whole modesty shit out the window—but I ain’t fucked-up enough to want someone to step up and ask to join. Some others might like that shit, but not me. If I want something, I want it all. Don’t care what happens to the thing after I let it go, but once I have it, it’s all mine.

I let my hand fall and unzip my pants, palming my dick twice, squeezing the tip a bit to add a bit of my own pain to the mix and push off the need to rut into her for a second. I glide my hand under her skirt that’s barely covering shit now and push her panties to the side as I run my finger up and down her. She’s fucking soaked.

Even though it seems impossible, I move even closer and grab my dick to replace my fingers, moving it between her lips, wetting the tip before I break the kiss to look at her. I don’t force shit, but I ain’t a mind reader either. I wait her out, watching intently as her eyes flutter open and she breathes deep as if it’s the first real breath she’s gotten since we started. It takes her a second before she meets my eyes. Lust and desire cloud around the edges, but she ain’t too far gone not to understand what’s going on. She’s still in there to make up her mind enough to not claim she was in some lust fog later when she looks back on this moment.

She doesn’t speak. Neither do I. Her head tilts a bit as she tries to read what’s in my eyes. God only knows what she sees. I ain’t going to ask if I can go bareback; it’s a forgone conclusion, as my dick is primed and ready to enter her. I ain’t got a condom on me, and I’m not about to stop and ask for a brother to give me one. It’s a risk, but I’m taking it.

I follow her tongue as it darts out and moistens her lips before retreating again. Her lips are parted, and I feel her breath against my face before she bites her bottom lip and cants her hips toward me. It’s a small movement, mostly because I’m holding her how I want her and there ain’t a ton of space between the wall and me, but I felt it. My dick sure as hell felt it, and I don’t wait any longer.

I sink the full length of my cock into her and watch as she gasps for breath. Her eyebrows dart together as if she’s in pain, but she continues to breathe through it, and her arms tighten around me as her head rolls back.

I take her then, fast and hard and everything like I want. Her walls squeeze me for all I’m worth, and I swear she has the tightest cunt I’ve ever been in before. It’s a tight fit but a fucking fantastic one. Each time I pull out, a part of me is screaming to return to her. To never leave the warmth we’ve found.

The size difference between us is outlandish. It’s even more so when you see that my entire hand can hold her breast, and they ain’t itty-bitty titties either. My dick is thick, and I swear to Christ it’s bigger than her damn wrist right now as I continue to jackknife into her. The sight of it slipping under her skirt and then coming back with more of her juices on it sets me on a new mission.

I want her to come. I want it more than anything. Usually I don’t care about that shit, but with her, I want to see how much of it will slick up my dick. I double the pace as she pulls her head back to just feel me as I let her have every part of me. I give her my all. I can’t decide what I like better to watch: my dick getting wet or the look of bliss on her face.

She takes matters into her own hands at the last moment, digging her nails deep into my neck as she pulls me to her lips and screams her orgasm into my mouth while our tongues dance together. I feel her tighten, and I last one more thrust before I’m groaning too.

We cling to each other as we shudder through the aftershocks, our foreheads connecting as we breathe each other’s air and try to calm down from the storm we just rode out together.

“Yo, Mad Max. Casper’s looking for you.”

I feel her pussy clench as our bubble is popped and reality steps back in.

I look over my shoulder and nod to Flint. “Comin’.”

The huff of air has my eyes going back to her cinnamon-brown eyes. I swear copper is sketched into them, too, as I watch her laugh at me.

“I hope so. Otherwise, you’re doing it wrong,” Flint comments before leaving. I know he has no idea who’s beneath me—I’m covering all but her legs and arms—but a fool would be blind to not know what we were doing.

She wiggles in my arms, and after I’m satisfied that Flint’s gone, I step back and let my dick pop out of her honeypot before letting her slide down the wall to stand on her own feet. She wobbles a bit, and I don’t reach out to steady her, too busy tucking my dick in, but she gets herself righted quickly enough. Not sure if it’s the ankle boots or our fucking that’s got her unsteady.

“Bathroom?” she rasps and then clears her throat as she pulls her top and skirt down.

I nod to the right. “Second door down the hall.”

She smiles and heads off, only to stop short and turn back. “Oh, um, thanks.”

I just raise an eyebrow.

“For the bathroom directions.”

I say nothing and watch her squirm for a second.

“And, um… that.” She moves her hands up and does a twisty thing like it might somehow represent us fucking.

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