Max Solo

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Solo  

Max lay awake beneath the cool covers, the only thing being heard in the room, ragged breathing, and heartbeat. He was tired, but restless, his mind, racing. He could feel his heartbeat screaming in his chest, beating so loud, so fast that he could almost see the covers jump with it.  

All his blood swam laps in his head and then moved south. He shut his eyes, squeezed them shut, concentrating on holding the image in front of him. Hours before, he'd been on his knees in front of her. She'd looked at him, darkly, before spreading her legs, and pressing his warm mouth to the fabric of her underwear, wanting to taste her skin instead. 

She'd raised her hips and he had slipped them off and finally, he'd gotten what he wanted. His lips met her center and greedily took it in - slipping his tongue into her, dipping it into her, and sliding it up. He flicked the tip sharply, across her clit, making her almost jump - her breath coming out in short rough, pants.  

He circled her and drew her clit into his mouth, sucking, pulling against her, bringing all her blood forward. She had begun to squirm under his mouth, bucking her hips, digging them back into the bed whenever she moved away - the force of her orgasm coming quickly between them. 

Max lay in bed and remembered. He ran his tongue over his lips, still tasting her there and slid his hand down, under the covers, to himself. He squeezed himself at his base and let the images of her hips bucking, the memories of her lips letting moans and curses, swim in his mind. 

He slid his hand up and down, slowly fucking himself. He squeezed his palm against himself - holding his cock firmly. Moving faster and faster as he replayed the sounds of her begging him to fuck her over and over in his mind.  

Oh god, Max, yes. YES, oh god, she'd moaned and Max's hand moved faster over himself. He felt his blood freeze and his muscles tense and, finally, her name leaving his plump lips, moaning his release. 

His hand worked over himself just a few more times as his breathing normalized and the images faded, leaving his body weary and his mind blissful.

OK SO I KNOW THAT PEOPLE HAVE BEEN READING THIS, IF YOU WANT ME TO DO ONE FOR YOU JUST MESSAGE ME, IM SORRY THIS IS IS TAKING FOREVER FOR ME TO WRITE, I JUST GOT WRITERS BLOCK, WILL UPDATE IT SOON. THANKS AND KEEP READING COMMENT. 

*Marszz* ^_^

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