“Suck me, Kitten.”
The nickname he gives me increases my pleasure. Does he know? Could he possibly know how much I’d like him giving me a pet name? How it makes me wet, hearing him call me kitten, in that gravelly voice of his, full of need. I give into his demand and take him into my mouth, letting my tongue bathe him, taste and tease him as I open wider and take him to the back of my throat. My other hand is still holding the soap. I use it to slide firmly down the sides of his legs and the underside of his balls. His moan of approval is all I need to know he loves what I’m doing. I increase the pressure of my lips, sucking him harder, hungry for the taste of him I know is coming. I slide the soap farther back, pushing against the base of his ass, letting the bar divide his cheeks and give him a little something extra. His grip in my hair increases to hard pull, but I don’t stop. His large hand comes to the other side of my face and then he uses this to make sure he has control and he fucks my mouth. His dick, widening my mouth until it’s all I can do to swallow. Tears sting my eyes as he stretches my throat, and still I give him more, giving him what he needs, tightening my throat against his cock and swallowing him. The soap falls to the tub, the clang barely heard over the pounding of my heart and Max’s ragged breathing. My fingers tighten into his ass cheeks as I brace myself while he fucks my mouth harder and harder. His balls are tight, pushing repeatedly against my chin, and I know he’s close. He’s going to give it to me, and I’m anticipating it. Until, he pulls out of my mouth. I cry out in disappointment. I worked for it. I deserve the taste of him, the feel of him sliding down inside. I don’t have time to complain, however. I can only watch, hypnotized as he jerks his cock hard. His big hand, moving up and down the head of his cock, covered in pearl liquid, barely seen, and then disappearing as he strokes himself and then…he explodes. Streams of cum shoot out landing on my face, my breasts, painting me, in him. Scalding me, marking me in a way that I know is permanent and when he cries out my name and those beautiful dark eyes close in pleasure. I welcome it.
23
Tess
“Marcum looks awfully happy today,” I tell Cherry, smiling as I watch the big, burly guy throwing one of his twins up in the air then catching her. The little girl cackles and hollers “Daddy” every single time. It’s a game that’s been going on for the last thirty minutes and shows no sign of ending.
“He always is when he has time with his babies.”
Conversation stops when Jenna comes out of the main building. She’s walking with two other girls, and clearly these are not, old ladies. She looks over at me and flips me off. I think about going after her, but Max picks that time to come over and wrap his arms around me, pulling me back against him, as he straddles the picnic bench behind me.
“Hey, Kitten.”
I can’t stop the self-satisfied smile that spread when Jenna huffs and curls her nose at us, before flouncing back the way she came. Inside I’m cheering. Suck it, bitch.
“Where you been? I ask, tilting my head back to look at him.
“Finalizing some things with Marcum. Two weeks, Kitten. Just two more weeks.”
My stomach flutters at the thought. We’ve already been in hiding for over a month. The Vipers connections with the law and the fact they own the town have helped, but is six weeks too long to be staying in one place? Are we tempting fate?
“Tess,” Max’s voice growls in my ear. It’s only then I notice my body has tensed up. He can read me like a book, and he knows what I’m thinking.
“It’s good, Max. If you’re sure, I trust you,” I answer, trying to reassure him and myself. I just can’t help feeling like there’s this shoe above my head, and it’s getting ready to drop. I haven’t really had the best track record with life.
“Excuse us, ladies,” Max announces to all the other women sitting around the table. Then, before I can object or complain, he grabs my hand and leads me back into the main compound. The heavy metal door slams behind me, and I’m temporarily blinded, because the hall we’re in has no windows, and my eyes take a moment to focus and adjust. Max is literally dragging me down the hall. I think he’s going to take me to the room we stayed in weeks ago, but no, he turns the corner and shoves us in the dark recessed area beside a restroom. My breath locks in my chest when he raises my hands above my head, imprisoning them in one of his. His other hand goes again around my neck, and he tilts my head back to look directly at him—demanding my attention. “Are you having second thoughts?”
“What? Max…”
“Tess, do not lie to me! No one is twisting your arm to make you do this. You said it was what you wanted. You agreed to it.”