Chapter 30: Stuffed (1) *
The fork clattered on the plate. Max couldn’t help humming and rubbing his stomach. This was the least put-together Meredith had ever seen him, but in front of all that good food, he had no resistance.
Meredith leaned back in her chair. Since Max entered, he had seen what she was wearing but didn’t comment. This woman was desperate for his dick, and damn did it make his ego swell.
She was wearing a sheer black top. As for the bottoms, what bottoms? It looked like panties, and her pussy was trying to eat it.
It left nothing to the imagination. He could see every curve, every swell, every inch of her body. Her breasts were heavy and full, and he could see the dark nipples. He could see the soft roll of her belly and her wide hips.
Normally, he wouldn’t look so closely at Meredith. But after her weight loss and the food he just ate, he somehow found her irresistible.
Max watched across the table. His gaze moved deliberately.
"You’re staring," she murmured. Her pupils were blown; Max knew she wanted him.
"Yeah."
The air between them thickened. Max stood, and the chair scraped against the floor. He walked around the table and stopped at her side.
"Are you ready?" he asked, voice low.
Meredith swallowed, her breathing heavy before he even touched her.
She nodded.
His arms slid under her, and he lifted her like she weighed nothing. Meredith gasped. The sheer top rode up, exposing the bottoms she wore. Max felt if she opened her legs those bottoms could become a thong.
He didn’t carry her upstairs. He carried her to the sectional. She had been wanting him, and he wanted pussy.
He laid her down and stood there for a moment. She bit her lips as his eyes raked over her. She pressed her thighs together, subtle, but he caught it.
Max leaned over and kissed her. He claimed her lips with a wet and urgent kiss. Meredith moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. He knew she was waiting for it.
His hand travelled from her knee to the curve of her hip, kneading.
"You’re so soft," he muttered against her lips.
His hand found her breast, pinching the nipple. She arched against him, moaning loudly. He quieted her with another kiss before pulling off his clothes.
He threw them around the room, not caring where they landed. His hand roamed her body, kneading, twisting, pinching.
A shuddering moan left her lips as Max’s hand touched her thigh.
"Did you just...?" He raised an eyebrow.
"I can’t help it." Her voice trembled. "I want you."
Max thought again, damn, she is good for his ego.
Through the sheer fabric, his tongue found her nipple and circled it. He teased until the material was transparent and her hardened nipples were obvious.
Her back lifted off the cushions as she presented the other breast. Max switched, giving the other the same attention as before.
"You really did miss me, didn’t you, angel?"
Her breathing was ragged. His hand found its way between her thighs. He could feel she was sopping wet.
She nodded, whimpering. "Please."
His hands and mouth were on her body, making her feel needy. In this moment, Max loved the sound of her pleases, but he needed to be inside her. His dick was aching.
He ripped the fabric off her. He didn’t have the time to gently remove it. He tore it in all the right places. Tearing the sheer bottom down the middle. No need to remove it; it was now open-crotch.
He positioned himself between her thighs. She was soaked. He could see the wet patch on the sectional beneath her. He rubbed the head of his dick along the length of her entrance.
He nudged her entrance once, then in one thrust he buried himself inside her.
Meredith screamed.
"Fuck," Max hissed. Every time. Why does her pussy feel so good? He couldn’t move. If he did, he knew he would cum. "How do you feel even better than last time?"
"I don’t know," he body shivered. "Oh god."
He felt her walls flutter around. He didn’t move until he was sure he wouldn’t cum.
His hands clamped onto her hips, and his fingers dug into the plump flesh, then he started moving.
He pistoned inside her, every thrust feeling like heaven. Max looked down at her. She was clawing at the cushion. Her breasts were bouncing in rhythm to his thrusts.
Her mouth was open, and it was tempting Max to shove his cock straight down her throat. But her pussy felt too good for him to leave. At least, not now.
"You love my cock, don’t you?"
"Yes, yea..." she groaned, unable to complete her thought.
"Say it."
"I love-I love it. I love your cock. I..."
Max shifted, angling differently, hitting a spot inside her that made her convulse. Her words were fragmented, spilling out like random words or syllables.
Max watched her face. Her look of total surrender made him want more. She didn’t put up a pretense; she just enjoyed his dick. Max felt her nails digging into his skin. Her thighs clamped around him
He could feel her walls closing around him. Then, she shuddered. A gush of hot liquid soaked Max’s lower belly, dripping onto the sectional. The feel of it pushed him over the edge.
Caught off guard by his own orgasm, he could only release a low groan.
He leaned against her, just breathing. He didn’t pull out. He could still feel her walls moving around his shaft.
He didn’t move. The orgasm was unexpected. He felt it wasn’t enough. So instead of pulling out, he rolled his hips. The movement was shallow, slow. Not only did it affect Meredith, but it also affected him.
The head of his cock was sensitive, but he already felt himself hardening as he moved.
"Max," her voice cracked. She gasped as he swelled inside her. "Again?"
"Why?" he raised an eyebrow. "Don’t want it?"
She opened her mouth to say something, but Max pushed inside, harder than before, causing a moan to fall from her lips.
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