Page 191 of Key of Kink

Max chuckled, and I gave his dick a hard suck. He moaned. “Keep doing that. You’re going to make me come so hard.”

I wanted to tell him he was killing me with all the dirty talk. What with that, the machine, and his cock, everything was pushing me perilously close to coming.

Think of stacking shelves. Checking out books. Anything that doesn’t make you hard.

The machine slowed, and I breathed a little easier. Well, as easy as I could with my throat full of Max’s dick. Then it sped up again, and I groaned around his shaft.

Max pulled free. “Are you okay?”

I took a moment to drag air into my lungs, forcing myself to breathe calmly. “Yes, except this machine is as evil as you are.” He crouched in front of me, grinning, and I glared at him. “It keeps hitting my prostate.”

That grin intensified. “Oh dear.”

“Evil Daddy,” I growled.

Max’s only response was to stand and slide his cock deep once more.

Then there was more lube, and the machine notched into high gear.

We settled into a rhythm, the machine alternating between slow thrusts and almost frantic ones, so fast that I felt sure my hole was about to catch fire. Through it all, Duncan kept up his constant reapplication of lube, but even so, I knew I’d be sore by the end.

I focused on sucking, my breathing rapid, my heart pounding. Max showed no signs of coming anytime soon, but my cock ached, my hole ached more, and my balls felt tight.

“Just looking at you makes me want to come,” Max said with a groan. “This mouth is mine. Your dick is mine. All of you.” He thrust until my nose was buried in his pubes. “You’re mine, Quinn. You hear me? Mine.”

I moaned around his thick shaft, his words pushing me harder than either his cock or the machine. I blinked three times, Max pulled his dripping dick from my mouth, and I yelled my name hoarsely.

The machine died, and he was right there, kneeling in front of me, while Duncan hurriedly unfastened the straps.

“I’ve got you,” he said quietly.

The room had narrowed to sensation and breath.

I sagged the moment the last restraint was removed. I was shaking, sweat clinging to my forehead. My breathing was harsh and uneven as my body tried to recalibrate. The second my arms were free, I reached for him, and he guided me into an upright position, my body shaking as he put his arms around me.

“Still with me?”

I nodded, unable to speak.

“I’ve got you,” he repeated.

I leaned into him, my throat tight. “I’m sorry,” I croaked.

Max tilted my chin up and looked into my eyes. “No.” I blinked, and he stroked my cheek. “You did exactly what you were supposed to do.”

I swallowed. “I almost made it. But there was no way I was going to come before you did.”

“I know.”

I frowned. “You’re not disappointed?”

“Quite the opposite.” He brushed a damp strand of hair away from my forehead. “You trusted me enough to let yourself reach your limit. And you trusted yourself enough to stop when you needed to.” Max smiled. “That’s what the safeword is for.”

I stared at him, my breathing starting to slow. “That was so intense.”

He leaned in, his face inches from mine. “I’m proud of you. You asked me to shake your world. That means you trusted me to take you somewhere difficult.”

I smiled. “For a moment there, I thought you were going to break me.”