Page 108 of My Pucking Crush

Before I crawl to him, he squirts lube all over the head of his cock. With our eyes locked, I get on top of him, and I guide him toward my hole. As I slide down inch by torturous inch, pleasure shudders through me.

“Hold on to the headboard, tough guy,” he rasps. “Take my cock like the killer you are.”

I grab a wooden slat with both hands and let my body open to him. Sleeping with a client I’m protecting is reckless. I’ve been breaking the rules every day to be with Max. Consequences be damned.

“Look at me,” he whispers.

My gaze finds his, the raw emotion gutting me. I keep easing him into me. That familiar burn has me trembling, but when he reaches my prostate, my body rocks like it’s DEFCON-1.

That’s when I need to go crazyon him. I push down until he’s fully seated inside me. Max’s tight jaw lets slip muffled curses, his fingers gripping my ass.

My white-knuckled grip on the headboard cracks a slat and I have to let go.

“Jesus! Breaking my bed from such a good fucking?” Max huffs out.

Just don’t break my heart in return.

“I’ll break more than that,” I say instead.

We haven’t used condoms. Some guys say they can’t feel the difference when they’re getting fucked. But the enjoyment from every inch of Max’s bare cock inside me, the slickness of the lube, the heat from our friction, his throbbing, veiny texture drives me wild.

With every rock of my hips from fucking him, his face gets redder, more stern, more primal. “I’m close,” he says, gripping my cock.

The left-over lube from his hands slicks me up, and it feels like I’m the one buried inside him.

“Kiss me,” he demands.

I lower my head and give him a filthy carnal kiss. His tongue and mouth are so wet and warm, welcoming my tongue inside.

He strokes my dick, and I lean back, my hands on his thighs right behind my ass.

“I want to come with you on top,” I mutter.

His eyes sparkle as he grabs my ass, lifting me. He lays me out on the bed, all while staying buried inside me.

Was that arm strength? Core strength? Lust fueledadrenaline? Can he lift a car next, just to get me off the way I want?

Max settles himself between my spread legs. I’ve never felt more open and vulnerable. He strangles my hips as he savagely fucks me.

I jerk my own cock, watching his narrowed eyes as he chases his orgasm.

“Come,” he grunts and pumps faster.

I feel so full. He’s everywhere. But another hard thrust hits that spot inside me again, that impossibly deep zing of erotic pleasure that can cripple a man like me. Now I’m chasing an orgasm, too.

The heat of his cock fucking me raw recedes the burns and brings me to that razor’s edge of pleasure and pain. But it’s never felt like this. Max’s fullness and satisfying fuck feels like a drug.

With one hand stroking my cock at a fevered pace, I run my other hand down the planes of Max’s abs. “You are so fucking hot.”

“Fuck,” he bites out and throws his head back again. “Keep touching me like that and I’ll blow before you’re ready to come.”

Our skin connects and the warmth finishes me off. This is real. I’m done for. Hooked.

Cum shoots from my dick, coating his abs. The pearly ropes slide down the ridges and fuck, I can cum again just looking at it.

His eyes roll into the back of his head, and he loses it.

When he faces me again, his cock thickens to a painful width in my ass. His pupils fully dilated, he groans, “I’m gonna...”

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