Page 69 of My Pucking Crush

I tip forward, unsteady on my feet.

“Jesus, that was...” The best blowjob of my life.

I am so fucked.

Max pushes me down on the bed, flat on my back.

His hips settle between my legs, and I’m surprised when he pulls the covers over us, tangling us in the sheets.

“Wrap those fucking legs around me,” Max pants against my lips.

“Are you sure you want to do this here?”

“Here as in Vegas?”

I give him a love tap upside the head. “Here in the bed. Where you’ll sleep.”

“Yeah. The bedwe’llsleep in.” His husky voice floats across my skin, like this is who he really is.

It’s the most natural I’ve heard him talk since I met him.

Max grips my thigh, jerking my hips into an angle to fuck me. “Condom?” he asks.

“You clean?” I choke out, my mind swirling in different directions.

“We get tested regularly,” he reminds me. “I only use condoms. With womenandmen.”

“But not with me?”

“I want to feel you.” His lips quiver as he looks down, studying me. He sits up and reaches toward his nightstand where lube sits waiting.

I watch as Max strokes his long, thick erection, lubricating it. For me. God, that thing in my ass will be my undoing.

“So, your first time, you took it up the ass. And now you only fuck guys in a club.” He consolidates my sexual experience to two salacious sentences. “But you’ll givemethe honor of penetrating you?”

Honor.

That chokes me up.

“I want to give you what you need,” I say, fingers wrapped around one of my sculpted biceps, the skin slick with sweat.

He lowers himself over me, his eyes meeting mine.

“Because you’re crazy about me.” His voice trails off like he’s not sure of himself, or thinks it’s impossible for a man to have real feelings for him.

This started out as a fantasy crush, but I see the manbehind the mask. And fuck, this is real.

“I am, Max. I’m lunatic crazy for you, and I’m going to need you to fuck me before I lose my mind.”

He lines up the head of his cock with my hole. “Open for me,” he growls.

I shift, and the pressure of his cock hits a nerve as he’s sliding all the way in.

“Fuck. That’s tight. Hot.”

“Slick,” I moan at how he’s buried himself so deep, so easily.

“Damn right. My cock was made for this ass.” He pumps in and out, watching his dick penetrate me.