Chapter 37: Lights, Camera, Action (3)
Seeing her glazed look, Max took a risk. "Tell me you want it faster," he said
"I want it faster."
He felt hope. "Tell me you want it hard."
"I want it hard. I want..."
He didn’t let her finish the sentence; he heard what he wanted. His fingers tightened, and he pulled her down onto his length with a force that made her shriek.
He watched her for a moment. He didn’t forget that he was supposed to be helping, not making the trauma worse. He saw she wasn’t resisting and even looked eager, then he continued.
He planted his feet on the mattress and thrust up to meet her. He drove into her, their skin slapping together.
Liliana’s moans were now a continuous stream of sounds and incoherent words.
"It’s ok, Lily," he teased. "You’re the one in control." He said it as he gripped her hips and thrust hard inside her.
"Unnnh.....ah...ahhh."
She clamped around his shaft as she heard him say it. Her head lolled forward, and her eyes met his. Her gaze was glassy.
"Yes. Yes...oh...ohhh."
"Good girl." He knew he shouldn’t have said it, but the words slipped out before Max could stop them. But Liliana’s cunt clamped down on his length hard when she heard it. Still, she didn’t stop him.
"Turn around," he said, pausing.
"Huh?"
"Turn around. I want to see you from behind."
In her hazy state, Liliana would listen to everything Max said. Her body didn’t even feel like her own. He had to lift her. Her shaky legs refused to cooperate.
When she turned and sank onto his length, the new made her release a low moan. Max was no better as he watched her take him.
He could see everything from this angle. The juices dripping from her cunt, the way her body arched for him, the way her ass bounced every time she slid down on him.
That perfectly round, full ass that made him want to take a bite.
He thought of someone else’s ass, Cassie’s. While Liliana’s is nice, Cassie’s was everything he could dream of. It was the kind of ass that could make a man’s mouth water.
Cassie left his mind when Liliana started riding him again. He couldn’t stop himself, and he gave her ass a slap. It rang out, loud and clear. She jolted and stopped moving.
"Sorry," Max said as his hand hovered an inch away, ready to give another slap. "Was that okay?"
She looked over her shoulder at him. Her expression was unreadable, and for a second Max thought he would end up losing his chance to cum. He swallowed and waited for her reply.
It felt like an eternity passed before she nodded.
"Do it again."
Max breathed a sigh of relief, and his cock throbbed inside her.
He spanked the other cheek, hard enough to leave a handprint. She let out a sobbing moan and continued to ride him.
"Harder," she moaned
"Harder?" Max asked.
Her response was to squeeze him with her walls.
The third slap was louder. Her ass jiggled from the impact, and Max watched it ripple. He didn’t land another. He squeezed and kneaded the flesh.
"You’re getting into it," he muttered to himself.
She didn’t answer. Whether because she didn’t hear or didn’t care, no one knew. She arched her back, held his ankles, and started riding him.
He let her do what she wanted. He didn’t touch her. He simply let her do what she wanted to do.
He watched her body rise and fall. Watch the junction between them as she rode him hard. Her ass bounced and jiggled.
Damn, Max thought. Does she think I’m a fucking horse and she’s riding me to win a derby?
The thought almost made him laugh.
Maybe she felt it, because she turned to look at him. Her face a mix of determination and something he couldn’t quite catch. The one thing she didn’t look like, was afraid.
This wasn’t the scared Liliana he met two years ago. This was a new woman. One who knew how to take cock when she wanted.
This woman who was riding him into oblivion was a confident goddess.
He felt her speed up and his body tense, from head to toe. His hands found their way back to her hips as he tried to control her movements. But he found he couldn’t stop her. She was a wild horse that had been let loose.
He felt her tighten around him. He felt his orgasm coming. His balls tightened.
"I’m close," he warned, voice harsh.
"Me too. I’m..."
She wasn’t getting off. She didn’t have any intention to let him go even when she was almost at the finish line.
He grabbed her ass. His kneading the full, jiggling flesh. He had warned her, and she decided not to heed his warning.
He slammed her down on his shaft as he thrust up. He matched her pace with his own. Slamming into her, he forced himself not to cum until she did.
He gritted his teeth; the veins in his neck were obvious as he held back. As soon as he felt her body go rigid, he couldn’t hold it and released as well.
She screamed as her orgasm hit her. She clamped around him, milking him of everything he had. Max buried himself inside her. Her held her close as he pumped everything he had inside her.
He felt her wetness gushing down and soaking his balls. Her body convulsed, still riding him, like muscle memory. She fell forward, and her body still moved.
She let out a whimpering sound.
Max’s hands were still gripping her ass. Her pussy held him tight and refused to let go. He could only lay there and feel her pulse around him.
"Holy shit," he muttered.
His hand unconsciously continued to knead her ass. He absentmindedly thrust to meet her constant bucking from her orgasm
Liliana whimpered after he spoke, like she was agreeing with him.
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