My body trembles as I watch Max stroke Angel’s hair through his orgasm, petting him and murmuring words of praise as he comes down from his high.
They stand together, and Max pulls him in for the filthiest kiss I think I’ve ever witnessed. It’s all tongue and teeth, and Max dominates Angel, almost bending him in two as he plunges his tongue deep into Angel’s mouth.
Once I’m confident my legs aren’t going to buckle when I stand up, I start to peel myself up from Max’s desk.
A hand slams between my shoulder blades, forcing me back down onto the wooden surface.
“I didn’t say you could move, pet.”
I shudder at the threat in Max’s tone. That deep commanding edge setting my core on fire.
Again.
How is it possible to be this turned on again so soon after cumming as hard as I just did?
A sharp sting lances across my scalp as Max wraps my braids around his hand. He pulls until my neck is curved backwards and my shoulders lift off the desk. It’s awkward and uncomfortable, but when Max leans over me and swipes his tongue up the length of my neck, I forget to care.
He nips the sensitive spot beneath my ear and rubs his erection into my ass.
“It’s my turn now, pet,” he growls, and he sounds absolutely menacing.
I shiver in anticipation, my pulse skyrocketing again as the sound of a zipper lowering rips through the air louder than it should.
My breaths are frantic and shallow, and that haziness returns as I try to breathe around that fucking thong. I want to spit it out, but I also don’t want to disappoint Max.
Max doesn’t give me any warning. He slams into me, bottoming out in one brutal thrust that has tears brimming in my eyes.
He also doesn’t let me adjust. He pounds into me, his pace fast and so close to the wrong side of being violent, that every thrust almost hurts a little too much. But he must be watching me for cues because it’s never more than I can handle. Never more painful than pleasurable, and I am here for it.
I can’t even brace myself or push back. Max has got me pinned beneath him in a way that I can only lie there and take it. Heusesme for his pleasure, and the thought has me barrelling towards another orgasm before I can even blink.
The hand disappears from my back, and I hear the slap before I feel it, stopping my orgasm right in its tracks.
Heat radiates across my skin, and it fuckingstings.
Max groans low, and fuck, is he looking at his handprint on my ass? Is it turning him on?
It must be because he picks up the pace, and Jesus fucking Christ, I can’t take any more.
I’ve lost track of the whimpers and moans escaping around the black lace.
“Fucking hell, pet,” he hisses between his gritted teeth, his pace increasing.
His rhythm stutters, and a guttural roar escapes him as he cums. His cock jerks, and I feel the heat of his release deep inside me and it sets off my own. It’s powerful and potent, and if Max weren’t holding me to the desk, I would have crumpled to the floor like a pile of goo.
Max pitches forwards, his weight bracing against me and his breaths tickling the shell of my ear. “Are you alright?”
I nod lazily, too spent to do anything other than collapse.
He chuckles softly by my ear and then stands up, his cock slipping out of me and making me feel empty.
“Hmm, I can’t have this,” Max murmurs as he looks at his cum leaking from my abused pussy. His eyes fall on the black lace peeking through my lips, and a sadistic grin forms across his face.
He tugs the material from my mouth, and it rasps against my lips as he pulls it loose. I smack my lips together, darting my tongue out to moisten them, and take a deep breath. Finally able to breathe properly. I get a little dizzy as the oxygen hits my brain, but it completely stalls when I realise what Max is going to do.
He swipes the ripped thong up the inside of my thigh, catching the cum that has run down my leg, and then slowly pushes the scrap of fabric into my pussy.
“Max?” My throat is dry and my voice scratchy after being gagged for so long.
