My Sweet Bully

Max pulls his hand out of my pants and rubs his fingers together. His fingers glisten as he rolls them over each other, never taking his eyes off of me. I watch his eyes flash, and he stares deep into my soul as he licks his fingers clean, sucking my flavor off his skin.

“You taste so fucking good,” he says, his voice deep and thick.

“Kiss me,” I say, wrapping my arm around his neck, and pulling him in.

He doesn’t hesitate. His mouth is on mine, his tongue is in my mouth, and mine is in his. I can taste myself on his lips, and I’m not turned off by it. I’m actually growing hotter, wetter, my pussy bearing down, and grabbing at air.

I need him now. No more teasing.

“Take me,” I say into his mouth, feeding him my words.

Max deepens our kiss, his tongue licking the roof of my mouth as he groans. Pushing himself up, he grabs his shirt by the collar, and slips it over his head, dropping it to the ground.

His chest is cut with hard lines that create trenches and mountains of muscle I want to touch and taste. Stretching my arm out, I softly touch his stomach.

The sound of metal teeth echoes in between us as he unzips his pants. Tugging them down his thighs, he kicks them off.

I follow suit, slipping my jeans and panties off, then kicking them off the end of the bed.

His erection tents his boxers as he lays eyes on my naked body. I can see my reflection in the black pools of his eyes, vulnerable, yet eager and ready in the same breath.

With deliberate slowness, he releases his cock, letting it bounce free. The tip is shiny, damp with precum as he grips his length and strokes down to the base.

Grabbing a condom from his pocket, he tears it open with his teeth and slips it over his cock. Resting his forearms on either side of my head, he positions his body over mine.

Nothing has ever felt this right before in my life. But Max, Max fits perfectly.

His swollen tip parts my lips and glides easily inside. Grunting quietly, he stills above me for a moment, his cock buried up to the base. Locking his eyes on mine, he brushes a loose strand of hair away from my face.

He doesn’t say a word, not one. And he doesn’t have to. I can feel him.

Rocking his hips, he pulls out to the edge of his crown, driving back in with one hard thrust. My back arches high, lifting off the mattress as I dig my nails into the sheet. Pistoning his hips, he fucks me slow, and hard, he fucks me like I’m delicate, and then like he wants to break me.

My arousal drips down my ass, making a slippery mess between us. My walls tighten as he fucks me, and his lower belly rubs my clit with each shift forward of his hips. Tingles are beginning in my stomach, radiating down my thighs and up my chest as my clit pulses, growing more delicate with each thrust.

Burying his head in the crook of my neck, Max growls as his legs split wider, causing my thighs to butterfly open, giving him room to go deeper. I can feel him hitting the back of my pussy.

“Oh, mm—” His hand slams over my mouth, forcing the moan back into my lungs.

Faster and harder, he pumps his dick. My toes curl and my fingers tear at the sheet as the orgasm bursts out from the depths of my body. A rush of electricity floods my muscles, reaching every nook of my body.

Max gives one final push, forcing his face into the pillow and moaning. His cock throbs inside the condom, the thin skin between us not enough to stifle the heat of his cum. Pump after pump of hot cum fills the little bubble at the tip.

His body flattens, and he pulls himself out. Peeling the condom off, he drops it into the garbage can by his desk. Just watching him walk around his room is mesmerizing.

Thick thigh muscles pop as he moves, his cock long, and wide as it hangs between his legs. He’s a forgotten Greek god, one that needs a place in the history books.

Tugging on his boxers, he passes me my clothes. Max crawls up the bed and takes me into his arms. Holding me close, he runs the edge of his fingertips up and down my arm.

“Prairie, I really need you to listen to me. You have to stay away from me, it’s for your own safety. It’s too dangerous with me, you’re not safe.”

“Why?”

“Because of Harlow, why do you think?”

“But he’s in jail.”

His eyes meet mine, and I know instantly what he’s going to say.

“He’s out early.”

Harlow scares me. Max never made me feel fear like his brother does. His eyes are different, they’re darker, they’re evil.