Chapter 113: We aren’t done (m)
Andrew was happy. Very happy. He’d gotten Maxwell to agree to what he wanted to do, and sinking into the warm heat of him after getting his consent felt like a reward he didn’t deserve.
He knew that Maxwell was out of it. He’d known the moment that Maxwell hadn’t put up a strong fight against being on his back, but he was still with him. He was still Maxwell, as the man tightened his grip on Andrew’s ass.
Andrew kissed him slowly, deeply, his cock buried deep in the damp heat of him. It felt like coming home, and he wanted to be inside of him forever. Even as Maxwell tightened around him, trying to threaten him to go deeper, but Andrew wasn’t going to listen to him.
As he had told Maxwell, he’d cum twice already. Now, it was Maxwell’s turn, and he was a dedicated man. He would make sure that Maxwell was well satisfied before he came again, even if Maxwell pulled his tricks. He had plans, and Maxwell was going to handle them.
He’d originally wanted to do this on the kitchen counter, but he wasn’t upset with the change in location. His plan for today had been to make slow, embarrassing love to Maxwell. And he was going to do it.
Andrew would have loved to see Maxwell sprawled out of his back, his pale skin in contrast on the white and black marble countertops, his not so soft cries filling the kitchen as he plunged his cock into his tight hole over and over. God, even having him in a different room, on a softer surface made his mouth salivate.
Maxwell squeezed around him, and Andrew internally smacked himself for getting distracted when he had such a warm, soft man underneath him.
Bending down, he kissed the pouting man’s temple, his lips lingering as he felt the sweat on his skin.
"Sorry Angel. I was just thinking about you in a different room." Andrew told him, before grinning wickedly. "You were really loud in my imagination. Do you think I could get you to scream today?" Andrew asked, and watched as Maxwell’s blue eyes widened, and he clenched around Andrew. Andrew chuckled at his reaction, even as his thighs shook.
Fuck, he felt like a vice around his cock. What a dangerous man.
"You want to make me scream?" Maxwell asked breathlessly. "D-Didn’t you do that while I was in my heat?" He asked, and Andrew kissed his lips, getting into position. He’d brought Maxwell’s legs up, wrapping his arms around them as he pinned him down. His ass was up, his cock was deep inside, and Maxwell seemed to be as comfortable as he was going to get.