Chapter 5: Meredith Wants It *
The mattress dipped as he knelt between her legs. Up close, it was wetter than expected. But, he shouldn’t have expected any less. This woman was like a waterfall when with him.
The lace was conspicuously damp. Her scent hit him, clean, musky. He hooked his fingers into the fabric and pulled her panties off. He inhaled deeply, then lowered his head.
His tongue found her core, flicking out and tracing the outer lips.
Meredith’s head fell back. "Oh god, Max."
He worked her slowly, tongue flat, broad and warm pressing against her clit. Then the tip of his tongue traced circles that made her hips buck.
A thought briefly passed through Max’s mind. Despite all the flesh, she tastes just right, sweet, salty, perfect.
Her hand threaded through his hair, gripping tightly, bringing him closer. He hummed against her.
"That son of a bitch," she gasped. "He still won’t- oh god-do this-fuck. Claims it’s degrading."
He hummed again, and her thighs closed around his ears, then spread wider, inviting him in for more.
His fingers joined his tongue. He slid two fingers inside her while his lips stayed on her clit. For a forty-plus-year-old woman, her cunt gripped his fingers like a fist.
"Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop."
Her breathing was ragged, and she gripped his hair tighter.
He curled his finger, looking for the spot that would make her see stars. When he found it, she screamed. It echoed off the walls, loud enough that people outside might have heard.
Her body bucked, and her thighs clamped around his head.
Max felt the pressure from all sides and couldn’t help but say to himself, "Is this how I die?" Death by thick thighs? What a way to go.
As she clamped around his head, she came. A long shuddering of her body and a moan that came from somewhere deep. It shook her belly and her breasts. He kept his mouth on her, letting her ride the wave.
Soon her grip in his hair loosened, and her breathing turned ragged.
He pulled back, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. Unconsciously, he licked his lower lip.
She lay there, breathing heavily, splayed like a starfish. "Come here," she whispered.
He crawled up the bed; he knew what she wanted to do. He didn’t stop moving until his knees were on either side of her shoulders. His shaft, nine inches, was already hard enough to ache. It hovered above her mouth, pre-cum glistening.
She flicked out her tongue, licking it away, then she opened her mouth and took him in.
It wasn’t just the tip; it was halfway, it was everything. One gluck, and he had slid completely into the wet heat of her throat. Her nose pressed against his pelvis.
"Fuck."
She didn’t gag, and she didn’t pull back. Max couldn’t help but lean forward and rest on his palms. He looked down at her, her felt her throat flexing around him. Her eyes watered, but they met his with a steady gaze.
Gluck Gluck Gluck
The sound filled the room as he withdrew and pushed back. He moved slowly at first, though he knew she didn’t need it. Since the first time they met, he knew she was a cock goblin. She would take him no matter how fast he moved.
Her hands gripped the back of his thighs. The sounds she made as she took him made Max want to cum right there, but he didn’t. He pulled out despite her protests before he got too close to the edge.
A string of saliva connected them for a moment before it broke. Her chest was heaving, and her lips were slick and swollen. For a moment, Max wanted to plunge back in.
Instead, he positioned himself between her legs, grabbed her ankles, and pulled. He slid her to the edge of the bed. He slapped his shaft against her cunt, dragged the tip over her clit, and made circles.
"Want it, angel?" Max asked, grinning deviously.
"Yes." The word was said like a plea.
He pushed inside, burying himself to the hilt. Her back arched, and an almost theatrical moan left her lips.
Still amazing. I’m gonna miss this. Max thought.
He grabbed her legs, lifting them in a V shape. He thrust inside her. Her breasts bounced with every impact. He shifted her legs to his shoulder, leaning forward. He thrust inside her, deeper than before. Her body jiggled with thrust.
"When your husband gets home later," Max said, punctuating every word with a thrust, "kiss him. With my taste on your lips."
Her eyes widened. That was something they had never done before.
"Will you do that for me, angel?"
"Yes, yes..."
"He’ll never know what we did. What you let me do to you."
His thrusts were becoming more frantic, and Meredith was close; he could feel it. Her walls were fluttering around his shaft.
"I’m going to pull out. You’ll open your mouth for me."
She nodded frantically, moans spilling from her lips. Max could feel the pressure build. He was close, almost there.
Then the door was flung open.
"What the fuck?" Max muttered as he pulled out.
His eyes went wide as he saw the person standing in the doorway, stalking into the room. Meredith scrambled back, covering herself with the sheet.
A man in his late forties, hair greying at the temples. He was red in the face, and his hands were clenched at his side.
"Shit," Max murmured as he pulled his pants on. The man’s eyes followed him. As he stepped forward, Max dodged and ran out the door.
His shirt and boxers were still in his hands; he barely got his dick in his pants after leaving the building, but he didn’t care. It was time to leave, so he moved like lightning.
The shouting coming from the villa didn’t affect him in the slightest. He hadn’t even noticed the woman staring at him not far away.
Fortunately, he got a taxi quickly. He pulled his shirt on as he slid into the seat. He gave his address and didn’t care about the rest.
His breathing was pretty much back to normal when he decided to check his phone. Meredith had sent some money earlier. To give her some peace of mind, he didn’t look.
Now, his fingers flew across the screen.
When he saw the number, he almost choked. His eyes bulged. He saw the driver watching him from the rearview mirror and coughed awkwardly.
He restrained himself outwardly.
But inside...inside, he was on cloud nine.
He was partying with all the celebrities, fucking the prettiest women he had ever seen. He was the richest man in the world.
This was the most she had given him. Honestly, it was the most any of them had given him.
He couldn’t count trips or gifts. He was thinking about money in hand. His usual is $4000-$5000. This time, a full $50,000 hit his account.
Did she mean to send it? He didn’t know.
Was he going to question it? Hell no.
Max was riding high until the end of the ride.
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