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|Without Me(Men of Inked #7) by Chelle Bliss|
As her cunt squeezed my length, a shiver went down my spine. I didn’t know if anything had ever felt as fantastic as her body impaled by mine.
I wanted to wreck her. Ruin her like she had me. Make her never forget the fact that I owned her body. No one else had sent a spark of passion through her like I had. There was no other woman on the planet that lit my fuse the way she did. It wasn’t something I’d give up. Even if she had a future that would be riddled with health issues, I wouldn’t turn my back on her.
When you find that something so unlike anything else in the world, it can’t be easily tossed aside. I’d fucked enough women in my life to know when there’s a magical force at work. The zing I felt when I touched her made it undeniable.
When I’d said that I wanted to wreck her, I didn’t mean for life. I wanted her for myself and no one else. The main thing I wanted to wipe from her mind was any thought of running and leaving me behind. I wouldn’t let her, even if she tried.
My mind was filled with so many things as I thrust into her repeatedly. I tried to keep my mind occupied, not ready to come inside her yet. The warmth and silkiness of her insides rubbing on my stiff shaft was universe-rocking. The continents collided, changing the landscape of my mind and altering the trajectory of my future path.
Max was mine, and no one else would ever have her.
“Max, say you’re mine,” I said through gritted teeth as I pulled my dick out before jamming it back inside.
“What?” she whimpered.
I moved my face closer, making sure she’d hear me. “Say you’re mine and no one else’s.”
“Obviously I am,” she replied.
Everything with her seemed to be difficult at times. She liked to yank my chain.
“Max,” I said, pushing just the tip inside her and pausing.
She sealed her eyes shut. “I’m yours,” she whispered.
Warmth cascaded over me at her admission. “Look at me when you say it, and keep your eyes open this time.”
Her eyes opened. “I’m yours,” she said in a stronger voice as she stared at me.
“Again,” I said as I thrust inside her.
“I’m yours,” she said, a little louder, before sucking in a breath.
I pulled out and jammed my dick back inside her heat. “More,” I commanded as I picked up the pace. I could feel the orgasm ready to break free, and I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.
“I’m yours!” she yelled as her body trembled beneath me.
“Max,” I moaned, wanting to hear her say it one more time as I came inside her. “Again!”
“I’m yours, Anthony!” She gripped my legs, digging her nails into my skin.
The bite of her nails coupled with her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vise sent me spiraling over the precipice and to the most body-consuming orgasm of my entire life. Everything inside me awoke. Tiny sparks rocked my body from head to toe as my mind went blank. The only thing I could focus on was the rush of bliss that had ravaged me.
Although I’d wanted to ruin her and remind her that she was mine, her words and body had made it quite clear that I was hers and hers alone. Never again could I look at another woman in the same way. My heart, mind, body, and soul were Max’s.
“Mine,” I whispered as the last aftershock shot through my body.
“Yours,” she replied, reaching forward and pulling my lips into a kiss.
We were irrevocably locked together forever with no other course than to roam this path together.
I rang Max’s doorbell and could hear her heels on the hardwood floor as I waited. Yesterday, after much prodding both verbally and with my pecker, Max had finally given in and said that she’d come to a Gallo Sunday dinner. I had to agree to going to her mother’s next week out of respect.
Since I’d met her mother already, although not how I would’ve liked it to happen, I’d said yes. I knew that her mother was okay with everything, but her brother, Denzel, would be there. I remembered him from the first night at the bar, when I had become a little overeager about getting to know Max. Hopefully he’d let it slide, understanding that I cared for Max.
Actually, when I really thought about her, I knew I loved her. Maybe I loved her from the moment I saw her. I never believed in that shit, but she’d crept inside me and made it impossible to forget her. I swear to shit, they should have taken my man card away from me. Next stop, I’d grow a pair of tits for the way I’d become all sappy and shit.
“Fuck,” I muttered to myself as I rolled my eyes.
I’d never admit it to anyone, but I was pussy-whipped. More accurately I was Max-whipped. She could have anything she wanted. I’d give in to everything. Everything unless it came to her health. Then I’d give nothing.
After much resistance, she had taken the DNA test for ataxia. I went with her to the clinic in Tampa, and we were told the results wouldn’t be available for several weeks, but we weren’t given a specific time frame. I held her hand, reassuring her that, no matter what, I’d stay by her side.
Outsiders would think I was fucking nuts. The woman had treated me like a piece of trash. More accurately, like a piece of cock she could use and get rid of like a cheap whore. Before Max, I would’ve been okay with it and happily moved along. She had driven me mad for longer than I’d like to admit with her “please fuck me” and then “get the fuck out of my life” statements. My head had spun from the back-and-forth.