All Is Love and War | Maxley |

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CHAPTER 22

Max

He rode his hips into my front, grunting as I tightened the grip on his thighs. I hovered over him, capturing him in a heated kiss. Even as he failed to breathe, he leaned in further. I eventually let up, parting. Bradley swung his arms loosely around my neck. "I thought you were going to fuck me, what's taking so long, hm?"

I sat myself between his legs. "Don't play sassy with me."

He kissed me lightly. "It's so much fun, though." I pushed myself in, he hissed, "ow, Max!"

"Does it hurt," I asked, kissing down his stomach.

He arched his back at the touch of my mouth against his bare skin. "Yes—but don't stop." I laughed softly.

"Are you sure?"

He pulled my face in close. I felt his lips graze mine, the sensation sent shivers down my spine. Oh, how badly I wanted to close our dangerous gap. "I'm telling you to keep going, Max." That was Bradley's last coherent sentence.

"Understood, Angel."

His throat was sore from the constant moaning, a token that I had done everything right.

I thrusted in once more, Bradley let out a hoarse moan. Even then, he was so beautiful. He was sweaty, disheveled, and flushed, but utterly gorgeous in every way possible. I liked seeing him that way. In the end, I wasn't the first one to see him like that, someone else had (a real fucking dick), but I was the only one who could continue to see him like that. Plus, I made him look and sound better than any other person he had been with, Bradley would tell you just that. Well, when he recovered and could speak.

Four, five, I'd lost count of the rounds. At some point we had switched. All of Bradley's lost energy came back when he got the chance to come from the back. I'd dug my face into the sheets, letting the beauty of his thrusts consume me. It felt amazing, but that was Bradley, wasn't it? Someone who didn't know how to do something bad. I was learning that for myself.

"Just how I remember," he'd whispered in a low and husky voice. I arched into him, forcing a small whine from him. "Fuck, Max."

I used to hate my name, it usually came from a voice that would shout at me. Never my father, but someone else. When Bradley said it, I wanted to keep hearing it. Perhaps because it was him that it made all the difference. Whatever the reason, I had to keep forcing him to repeat my name until I was satisfied.

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I turned over, sighing at the beam of light that rolled through his room. "Angel, wake up." Nothing. I nudged his shoulder. "You have classes."

"I don't want to go," he groaned, planting his head back into the crook of my neck. "I'll skip."

I sat up, his head rolled into my lap. I snorted, "your hair is a complete mess. You might want to brush that."

He shoved my shoulder, "you ruin it, you fix it." I blushed, dropping my eyes to his pretty pink lips. "Why are you staring at me like that ... I'm slightly uncomfortable," he giggled.

I cuffed his face and kissed him. "Get dressed, you still have classes."

He stood up, filing through items of clothing. I watched him slip out of the only things he was wearing, a bright blue pair of boxers and fitted shorts. "I think you're enjoying the view a little too much."

I stalked towards him, kissing his cheek. "You're right. I'm enjoying it so much that it's painful."

"Deal with it yourself, I have classes, remember?"

He used it against me! "Touché."

He nuzzled into my shoulder, his cool breath against my neck. "Jerk off for now, when I come back, I'll take good care of you, okay?" I shivered, nodding. "Glad we have that understanding. I'll see you later, I love you, Max."

"I love you more, Angel."

"That's impossible," he said before leaning in and kissing me. I was stupidly in love with Bradley Uppercrust III.

WOO, last chapter unless I decide to do a time skip chapter. I'm thankful to everyone who stayed for the journey of this story, I'm beyond happy that youve enjoyed my story

WOO, last chapter unless I decide to do a time skip chapter, (I just might). I'm beyond happy that you have enjoyed my story enough to read it all the way through. It means the world to me that you have stayed for the journey. I'm not sure if there will be another Maxley story, but if there isn't, let me know what ships you want me to write! I'm up for suggestions.

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