growled and grabbed his hair, not sure whether to push him away or pull him closer.
He kept going, though, using his tongue and mouth on her clit. Moving between sucking and flicking.
Max thrashed against him, desperate to come again.
She loved how forceful he was being. Challenging her like she challenged him.
“I . . . I can’t . . . I . . .”
She exploded again. Her cries filled the room and she tried to close her legs.
But he still didn’t let her go.
“No,” she begged this time. “No. I can’t. Not again.”
This time, he just sucked her clit. Sucking and sucking, pinning her tight to the bed, not giving her any chance to get away. To fight. When she came that third time, she called him every name in the book and tore the sheets beneath her with her claws.
* * *
When he made her come that third time, Zé released her so he could grab a condom from the dresser. He put it on and grabbed her ankles as she lay limply on the bed. He flipped her over and, instead of making her get to her knees, he put a pillow under her hips and entered her from behind.
“God,” he groaned into her hair. “You’re so wet.”
He took his time this go-round. Moving his hips this way, then that. Seeing which move seemed to work for her. Which one she seemed to enjoy more. Then something happened.
Zé thought he’d have all the time in the world this time. Thought she’d be out of it for a good twenty minutes or so. But her energy came back hard and she pulled her knees up so that she was curled tight with her ass up high.
Max tightened her muscles around his cock, making him crazy. It was like she’d trained for this shit. He’d never felt anything so intense and so amazing at the same time.
“Faster,” she urged. “Harder. As hard as you want.”
She was driving him nuts again and already he was ready to blow. Way quicker than what he’d wanted because she was putting up a fight. He loved it.
He slid his hands under her T-shirt and bra, which she still had on even after removing her holstered weapons. He gripped her breasts, teased her nipples. On a whim, he nibbled at her ear and the back of her neck.
She responded to that last move immediately; her hands grabbed his, her hips slamming back against him. He bit the back of her neck harder and she cried out. Her muscles clamped down on his cock again as she came and this time he came with her. Both of them groaning and sweating into her shredded sheets.
When they were done, Zé rolled away from her and she dropped facedown onto the bed. They stayed like that for a while, the sound of their panting the only thing they heard . . . until they realized they weren’t the only ones panting.
Zé sat up and Max looked over her shoulder.
“Out!” she ordered the three dogs standing in the open doorway, and they took off running.
She laughed. “Perverts.”
* * *
Max grabbed some of the leftover Chinese food and a couple of beers, bringing them back to her room. They ate in silence but watched each other the entire time. When they finished, Zé picked up all the trash and took it downstairs. Max went to the bathroom, grabbed a clean washcloth, and ran it under the water.
When Zé walked in, Max crouched in front of him, using the cloth to carefully wipe his dick. Then she tossed it away and replaced it with her mouth, sucking him in deep until he hit the back of her throat.
His fingers slid into her hair and he massaged her scalp as she did the same to his cock. She didn’t rush it, taking her time to lean back until only the head remained in her mouth, and then going deep again. She hummed a few times, too.
Zé dug his fingers in deep, curling her hair into his fist. She thought he was about to come, but he pulled her off him and brought her up. His kiss was rough and demanding, slamming her into the bathroom wall. His hands explored the rest of her, tugging her nipples, slipping into her pussy, playing with her ass.
Eventually, he turned her around and forced her over the sink. He opened the medicine chest above her head and found the condoms. Then he was inside her again. Fucking