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"Is sex dirty? Only if it's done right."
— Anon
Tina
Each time I slam down on to him, his groin rubs against my clit. Sexual tension has coiled tight enough to snap. I could come already, but I fight off my orgasm. His breathing, like mine, is coming faster. He comes first, that’s what I’m waiting for, but I’ll explode the second he does.
What we are doing, we’ll do together.
“Yes, yes, yes, that’s right. You feel so good!” I gasp, panting and moaning as I fuck him for all I am worth. The entire time I never stop moving, up and down. Grinding round and round, yet always fast, hard and deep. My inner muscles tighten, pulsing against his engorged cock. His erection thickens, convulsing within me. He’s nearing climax.
His hips lurch as he suddenly moves, for once finally thrusting inside me. Max’s eyes become unfocused. His entire body tenses, his hands clutch mine.
As I squeeze him back, a deep groan escapes his throat as he grinds into me. His cock jerks, my tension peaks—he’s coming and so am I. Eyes locked, I explode. Every nerve ending screaming with pleasure, my thoughts scatter. Desperately staring into his dark gaze, my vision starts to blur.
I fall limply onto his big body, my swollen sex throbbing. Max O’Neal has his arms wrapped around me, with my face tucked into his neck. Replete, sated, and satisfied, I continue breathing unevenly from all that effort.
“Ms. Buckley?” His deep voice is a low rumble.
“Mm?” I push up from his chest, meeting his gaze. As a boss, Max O’Neal radiates a calm and reasonable demeanor. As a Dom he has relentless control. Right now, there is something in his tone. Something emotional. I want to ask him if he’s OK, but instead silence sits between us for what seems like minutes.
“Thank you.” The words come out solemn. Almost formal.
“You sound so serious.” Tilting my head, I study him. “Are you OK?”
His smile hits me like a stab to the heart. “More than OK. I’m great.”
“Great? Hell no! You were magnificent!” I tease, lightening the moment.
Cuddling back against him, wetness drips between my thighs. He’s still inside me, still amazingly hard. “And thank you. It’s been a while, but that was worth waiting for.” Shifting slightly, I notice my insides ache, they’re deliciously tender. I sigh. “I’m a bit sore from all that inner pummeling, but we should definitely do that again.”
His cock hardens as he rolls over and on top of me. “Now?” He asks, rocking inside, his groin and harsh pubic hair rasping against my overly sensitive clit.
“Oh yeah,” I breathe, nearly melting under the sensation of his heavy body restraining me, holding me down against the mattress. “Do me hard and fast, big guy.” I nearly climax again at the thought of it.
The mechanic gasps as my inner muscles give a pulsing clench, grabbing his dick, holding him tight. Max’s big, rough palm cups my breast. His fingers pinch my already hardened nipple.
“Yes! Yes! Oh, God, oh please,” I murmur, closing my eyes to concentrate on his touch. I’m panting and breathless already. “Did I tell you I enjoy pain? Use me. Take me. Possess me. Ram that big cock inside me like you mean it.”
Max laughs. He laughs! I’ve never known him to sound so happy. His big warm hand grips my throat, firmly collaring me with his long fingers. Surprised, my eyes spring open. “Keep those eyes open while I fuck you,” he orders, his erection hard inside me.
I instantly obey, no thought of anything else. Compliance with his orders in bed is a given. When it comes to submission to the mechanic, I willingly shove my power away with both hands. Eager to do anything he wants, I’m struck by how much I’ve come to trust the big lug.
“I love you, Ms. Buckley,” he says, making me even more short of breath. The unbearable intimacy of his gaze sears my soul. “I love you and I want you.”
He thrusts so hard, I cry out. It’s like being split in two.
“Feel that?” He pounds inside in hard, strong strokes. He’s in me as deep as humanly possible. “I’m going to show you how much.”
