Page 87 of Key of Kink

Max climbed onto the couch, positioning himself at my arse. He did the dick-smacking thing again, and the thwock it made as it connected sent shivers through me.

That wasn’t a cock—it was a lethal weapon.

“Your hole is perfect for this dick.” Max’s raw voice told me he wanted this as much as I did.

“My hole wants that dick, so give it what it wants,” I demanded. “Please,” I added as an afterthought.

He laughed, but instead of his cock drilling into my hole, his tongue was back, licking, probing, driving my need even higher.

“And you call me a tease?”

His throaty chuckle sent heat barrelling through me. “Revenge is sweet.” Then his hand was on my neck, pushing my head down to the cushion. He held me there as he nudged my knees apart with his own.

“Stay.”

I was so fucking still.

Max’s hands were on my arse as he eased the slick head of his dick into me.

I breathed deeply, willing myself to relax. I reached back, feeling for his hand, and turned my head to the side when I found it.

“Yes,” I whispered, meeting his eyes.

He moved slowly, opening me up, his gaze flitting between his shaft in my arse and my face.

“You feel good,” he admitted.

I couldn’t answer. My throat was tight, and all I knew was that amazing cock moving in and out of me, lighting me up. Then Max pulled all the way out, only to slide back in. He did it again, and again, and each time I was more on fire than the last.

“Your hole is so open for me,” he said with a groan. He gripped my shoulder, his other hand on my waist, and pushed. “Oh yeah,” he said, shuddering. “There you go, all the way in.” He planted his feet on the couch, straddling me, both hands on my shoulders, and suddenly he was balls deep inside me.

I bowed my head and he kissed my back, his lips gentle. He began to pick up the pace, and the slick sound of his shaft driving into me made everything that much hotter. He brought his arm across in front of me, resting against my throat, hips snapping as he fucked me, until I couldn’t keep silent.

“Yeah, like that,” I urged him, pushing back, wanting more.

His hand closed around my throat as he drove his cock deep, and I moaned, letting him know how fucking good this was, having him inside me, deeper than anyone had ever been.

When he stopped moving, my heart pounded.

No. Please. Don’t stop.

“On your back.” He pulled out of me, and I flipped over, my head and shoulders on a cushion, drawing my knees up to my chest. Max aimed his dick at my hole, and I let out a heartfelt groan as he filled me again. He moved unhurriedly, and it was so fucking intimate that my pulse raced. His face hovered above mine, and I knew what I wanted.

“Kiss me.”

He closed the gap and our lips collided, my hands on his head, holding him there, moaning into every kiss. Max buried his face in my neck, and began to move a little quicker.

Oh God.

“Faster, Max,” I begged.

His breathing hitched.

“Faster, please.”

He rocked into me, folding me in half, his cock spearing into me.

I swallowed. “Yeah, just like that. Harder. Please, harder.”