was straight on, noses touching. His open mouth
pressed to hers, then withdrew with a suctioning smack. “Rock on me.”
Pia rolled her hips, but the movements weren’t the deep, gliding ones
she needed. Without something upon which to brace her knees, she couldn’t rise.
“I need more.”
“Is this what you want?” His hands pushed her hips back and forth
harder, grinding her pubis into his curly nest.
Nice, but not the sort of sweet violence she needed now. “Not quite.”
“I aim to please. How about this?” He raised her by her bottom, then
shoved her down again.
She shuddered and moaned, “Closer.” Undulating her hips, she scraped
her clit into his crisp hairs. A shock of electricity shot straight to her
core, and she strained closer. “Do it again.”
“No. Too late,” he said, his voice raspy. “This isn’t about you now.”
Pia opened her eyes. “Not fair,” she gasped. “I’m not even close.”
The hungry, dangerous glint in Max’s eyes gave her heart a jolt. Hot
arousal gushed from deep inside her while her vagina tightened its grip around
his cock.
Max groaned. “ I need more.” He pushed and shoved her hips,
grinding deeper, faster. “I’ve gotta fuck you hard.”
Pia sobbed and flung her arms around his neck. “Please, Max. I need
that too.”
He rose from the chair in one easy, powerful motion.
Pia wrapped her legs around his lean waist to keep him lodged inside
her, but he didn’t go far. Her back met the cold wood of the door.
He pressed his forehead against hers. “Your ribs—can you take it
rough?”
Pia placed her palms on his cheeks, and whispered, “Rattle the door off
its hinges, baby.” She tilted her head and kissed him, slipping her tongue into
his mouth to mate with his.
Max tasted like sin. Lusty, dirty sin.
He dipped his knees and heaved upward. His cock stroked deep inside her
cunt. There wasn’t time to savor the sensations because he thrust again, hard.
The kiss ended when she had to gasp for breath.
He thrust again and again, until Pia calibrated the climb to the summit
by the sweat that gathered on his forehead and back, and the excess arousal
smearing her thighs. He battered her body against the door, his own breaths
becoming labored, harsh, grunting as he drove up inside her.
The door didn’t rattle—it thudded loudly. Almost as loudly her moans.
This was what she’d needed. A hot, powerful claiming.
Then he changed the length of his thrusts. Angling side to side,
pistoning his hips, until the heat deep inside her cunt burned like flickering
licks of flame that spread outward, tightening her legs and belly.
“Max! I’m coming, Max!”
“Christ, don’t wait. Give it to me.”
“Fuck me! Max! ” Her shouts echoed around the kitchen, punctuated
by the pounding on the door. Pia had the fleeting thought that anyone listening
might think an earthquake rumbled through the house. But that was her last
lucid thought as Max drove her body to climax.
She gasped, arching her back against the door, her pussy convulsing
around his cock, squeezing, milking him for the essence of his life force.
How long it lasted, she’d never be sure, for afterward she clung to him
like a wilted vine, sobbing.
Max pressed her body to the door and speared his fingers through her
hair, lifting her face from the crook of his neck. “Stop crying, Pia. I’m
sorry. So sorry.”
But she couldn’t stop. She clutched him tightly, her legs squeezing
around his waist to hold him to her, afraid to break the connection lest she
lose the feeling—the glowing one that burst like sun above the rim of the earth
at morning. A sight she’d been denied for three quarters of a century.
“I swore I wouldn’t hurt you.” Max said, stroking her hair. “Didn’t
mean to. Fuck!”
Finally, she heard what he was saying and opened her eyes. “Baby, you
didn’t hurt me.” She kissed his chin, his jaw.
“I was too rough.” His eyes were filled with regret.
She kissed
pressed to hers, then withdrew with a suctioning smack. “Rock on me.”
Pia rolled her hips, but the movements weren’t the deep, gliding ones
she needed. Without something upon which to brace her knees, she couldn’t rise.
“I need more.”
“Is this what you want?” His hands pushed her hips back and forth
harder, grinding her pubis into his curly nest.
Nice, but not the sort of sweet violence she needed now. “Not quite.”
“I aim to please. How about this?” He raised her by her bottom, then
shoved her down again.
She shuddered and moaned, “Closer.” Undulating her hips, she scraped
her clit into his crisp hairs. A shock of electricity shot straight to her
core, and she strained closer. “Do it again.”
“No. Too late,” he said, his voice raspy. “This isn’t about you now.”
Pia opened her eyes. “Not fair,” she gasped. “I’m not even close.”
The hungry, dangerous glint in Max’s eyes gave her heart a jolt. Hot
arousal gushed from deep inside her while her vagina tightened its grip around
his cock.
Max groaned. “ I need more.” He pushed and shoved her hips,
grinding deeper, faster. “I’ve gotta fuck you hard.”
Pia sobbed and flung her arms around his neck. “Please, Max. I need
that too.”
He rose from the chair in one easy, powerful motion.
Pia wrapped her legs around his lean waist to keep him lodged inside
her, but he didn’t go far. Her back met the cold wood of the door.
He pressed his forehead against hers. “Your ribs—can you take it
rough?”
Pia placed her palms on his cheeks, and whispered, “Rattle the door off
its hinges, baby.” She tilted her head and kissed him, slipping her tongue into
his mouth to mate with his.
Max tasted like sin. Lusty, dirty sin.
He dipped his knees and heaved upward. His cock stroked deep inside her
cunt. There wasn’t time to savor the sensations because he thrust again, hard.
The kiss ended when she had to gasp for breath.
He thrust again and again, until Pia calibrated the climb to the summit
by the sweat that gathered on his forehead and back, and the excess arousal
smearing her thighs. He battered her body against the door, his own breaths
becoming labored, harsh, grunting as he drove up inside her.
The door didn’t rattle—it thudded loudly. Almost as loudly her moans.
This was what she’d needed. A hot, powerful claiming.
Then he changed the length of his thrusts. Angling side to side,
pistoning his hips, until the heat deep inside her cunt burned like flickering
licks of flame that spread outward, tightening her legs and belly.
“Max! I’m coming, Max!”
“Christ, don’t wait. Give it to me.”
“Fuck me! Max! ” Her shouts echoed around the kitchen, punctuated
by the pounding on the door. Pia had the fleeting thought that anyone listening
might think an earthquake rumbled through the house. But that was her last
lucid thought as Max drove her body to climax.
She gasped, arching her back against the door, her pussy convulsing
around his cock, squeezing, milking him for the essence of his life force.
How long it lasted, she’d never be sure, for afterward she clung to him
like a wilted vine, sobbing.
Max pressed her body to the door and speared his fingers through her
hair, lifting her face from the crook of his neck. “Stop crying, Pia. I’m
sorry. So sorry.”
But she couldn’t stop. She clutched him tightly, her legs squeezing
around his waist to hold him to her, afraid to break the connection lest she
lose the feeling—the glowing one that burst like sun above the rim of the earth
at morning. A sight she’d been denied for three quarters of a century.
“I swore I wouldn’t hurt you.” Max said, stroking her hair. “Didn’t
mean to. Fuck!”
Finally, she heard what he was saying and opened her eyes. “Baby, you
didn’t hurt me.” She kissed his chin, his jaw.
“I was too rough.” His eyes were filled with regret.
She kissed
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