Could It Be Us? | Maxley

➳ 19

Continuation of smut!!!

CHAPTER 19

Max

There was everything. He was sobbing, moaning my name, gripping my back, but, he wasn't saying apple. I leaned forward. He hurriedly grabbed my hair and pulled me into a light kiss. He kept us there for a second, but even being so close together, we hardly got any kissing in between our moaning. He felt and looked great. He was so beautiful. He licked my tongue piercings, letting the hoops fall between his tongue. He grunted in my mouth as my thrusts became quicker and more senseless. He matched my thrusts with the jerking of his hips.

"Max," he cried. He came in between my thrusts. I slowed down, giving him a rare moment of recovery.

"Third load, darling. I must be doing well."

"Fuck," he breathed, "you."

"Bratty again. Do you want me to fuck the brattiness out of you?" I pressed myself in again. He whimpered under me, and I could feel myself losing sense of reality. He gripped my shoulders as his eyes fell to the back of his head. I started thrusting again. It'll sound disgusting, but him coming so many times made my job a whole lot easier. "You feel so damn good," I groaned into his ear.

"You're so embarrassing," he whispered. He hardly got that out before he was moaning again.

God, I didn't think I could hold it in anymore. He was shaking, rolling his hips against me, gripping every part of me, and arching his back against the white sheets. It was a beautiful sight, really. He's gorgeous. "I'm coming inside," I warned. He pulled me down into a quick kiss. His whole body vibrated as we released at the same time. He let go of my head, breathing rapidly. His chest heaved up and down for a moment."We're not done, not even close," I whispered. I flipped us. Like many times before, he was on top of me. "Ride."

He slipped my dick inside of him again. His breathing was shaky. He sat up and down, gripping the headboard with every bit of his strength left. It was a mindless motion for him, so instead of letting him act brainless, I grabbed his hips. I commanded his body. He was moaning and arching his back. I grinded my hips up as I pulled him down. Pain and pleasure roamed Bradley's face. I slowed down. "No, Max, please. Don't slow down," he whispered. "Max." His voice was hoarse from all his moaning.

"Say my name again."

"Max, stop playing around." I thrusted my hip up. "Uh-fuck."

"Again."

He laid lazily over my chest. "Max, Max, Max." He was making this a game that I'd very much win.

My hips jerked into him again and again. Whatever plans I had of forcing him to beg for me to fuck him vanished when he moaned my name into my ear. He was ripping the flesh off my shoulders, and the pain felt too good to not let him keep doing it. From where his fingernails dug into me were fresh red marks. A proud piece of artwork I'd wear. "You're digging into me, darling. I haven't gotten the chance to mark you yet, have I?" I pulled him down to where I had full access to his neck. I licked and sucked a spot on his neck that I knew he liked. He threaded his fingers through my hair and tugged at it when I bit his neck. He didn't tell me to stop, and it was making me painfully lustful. I wanted all of him. I bit under his chin, his jaw, and his chest. He was covered full of beautiful teeth marked red hickeys. "You're so beautiful."

"What happened to 'slutty, bratty, and little shit?'" He smirked.

"Shut up, Bradley. I get to say whatever the hell I want."

"Yeah? I think I should get the privilege too, no?" He smiled. "Fuck me harder," he damanded.

"Bradley Uppercrust III is the biggest slut in history," I whispered.