Chapter 31: Stuffed (2) *
He picked her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He held her thighs. He was now completely hard. The movement drove him deeper inside her. Meredith buried her face into his neck.
She moaned against his skin as he walked across the living room. Every step caused his shaft to drive inside her. He carried her back to the table, pushing everything aside.
Then he laid her down. Her legs folded up, with her knees towards her chest. Max leaned over her, his weight pressing her into the hard surface.
"Hold on," he said.
She barely had time to grip the edge before he started fucking her again.
The table rocked under them, and Meredith’s moans filled the room. Max fucked her, fierce and relentless.
"Oh god, oh my god," she kept repeating.
"The way you’re moaning on my dick, I definitely am," he whispered to her.
He reached between their bodies and his thumb found her clit. He pressed the slick, swollen nub and she screamed. His finger circled her clit and his cock pounded into her without mercy.
She felt her body stiffen and her walls threaten to milk him.
The feel of her on his cock milking the head almost made him cum again, almost.
She gushed again; it pooled and spilled down her thighs and onto the table. Her eyes were closed; Max heard her making small mewling sounds. He didn’t stop thrusting inside her.
She groaned and released a guttural sound that made Max believe she was possessed. Only when he saw her eyes fluttering did he stop and pull out, giving her time to adjust.
Max looked at her glazed expression and the suspicious bit of water at the corner of her mouth. Pride flickered in his gaze.
Max couldn’t help looking down at this dick, which was still hard. Good work, he thought.
He didn’t need her to tell him. The way her body refused to move, he knew she couldn’t. He began massaging her still trembling thighs.
"Breathe," he said soothingly.
A whimper escaped her lips as he continued to massage her. Meredith’s chest rose and fell. She looked completely and utterly wrecked, and Max was proud of himself.
His cock jumped at his handywork. Time stretched, and her breathing became more even. Max couldn’t help asking, "Still with me?"
She nodded, a weak little thing. He pushed his dick inside her once more just to hear a long breathy moan leave her lips, then he pulled out, slowly, and her body twitched.
He lifted her off the table. Her legs couldn’t hold her up. He lowered her to the floor. Since she was stable and he hadn’t cum yet, the fun wasn’t done.
"On all fours," he said.
Her face was still dazed, but she followed the command. Her back arched, ready and waiting for him. Max knelt behind her. She turned her head just enough to glance back at him. Her eyes were glassy. Despite everything, she rolled her hips, wanting him again.
He used a hand to guide his cock to her entrance, pushing inside in one stroke. Her arms buckled as she cried out, almost causing her to fall on her face. Her walls clenched him.
"So big," she murmured.
He pulled back, then drove into her. The sound of their wet bodies filled the room.
I should thank that guy for letting me fuck her again
The thought came up suddenly as he pistoned inside her. His fingers dug into her hips. Even now her pussy still tried to take him deeper. It was hot and responsive to him in a way he couldn’t quite fathom.
It gripped him like it didn’t want to let go.
Meredith pushed back, meeting his thrusts. "Max, right there..."
"Here?" He said hoarse as he pushed inside.
"Yes, you’re so fucking deep."
He watched her fingers curl against the floor. Her back arched as she took him without hesitation. Her walls fluttered around him. She was doing it on purpose. He could feel her tightening and releasing.
Under the rhythm, his orgasm came hard and fast. "Fuck-," he shouted as he buried himself inside her.
"Max, I didn’t..."
"I know. I’m not done with you yet."
He pulled out. Surprisingly, it didn’t take him a long time to recover. His body was stirring again as he sat on the floor. He felt the wetness on the floor. Looking around the disheveled room, he pulled himself and her up.
He walked her to the bedroom. As soon as he entered, he pulled her onto the bed. He lay down, settling in. He turned to Meredith beside him.
"Since we’re making up for lost time," he fisted his now hard shaft, "Ride me."
She didn’t question him. She straddled him and sank down on his shaft. She bit her lip, eyes closed.
"That’s it," Max encouraged.
She rocked, catching her breath. Max knew he was still sensitive, but he didn’t care. Meredith didn’t move slowly for too long; before long she changed the pace. She slammed down on his cock so hard the headboard knocked against the wall.
Her mouth opened, and she gasped.
"You dick...oh my god...it’s so big...I can feel it in my throat."
Max slapped her ass. The sound echoed in the room. Her pussy tightened.
"Then keep riding. Make it so I can’t live without your pussy. Just like you can’t live without this cock."
Her pace turned frantic. She rolled her hips, moving erratically. He watched her as she struggled to move. When she couldn’t take it anymore, his hands found her ass.
He kneaded the flesh and thrust upwards. She gasped and fell forward. A hand landed on Max’s chest as she steadied herself. He drove into her without mercy. The bed groaned; the headboard slammed against the wall.
He could feel that he was about to cum. He pounded, gripping her ass, pulling her down to meet his thrusts. He couldn’t last much longer.
"Cum for me," he shouted. "Cum on my dick."
She screamed, and her walls closed around him. He thrust inside, spilling his seed.
This last orgasm felt intense, yet he could still feel himself stirring. Max couldn’t help but wonder if she put something in the food.
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