Chapter 270: Worth more (m)
Maxwell couldn’t pinpoint the moment that he lost Andrew, but he did know that he was long gone. Maxwell had cum so much he knew it was only Andrew’s pheromones that were keeping his cock functioning. Hell, only his ass was the thing dripping fluid. His cock had stopped being a fountain ages ago. Just a hard spear, while his ass did all the work.
Maxwell had never experienced this before. Andrew was the first, and the last man who would ever dare share their rut with. His little rut from when he had first manifested had been cute. Sweet. Andrew had asked him incessantly how he was doing, checking in with him, crying. Over all, just being a cute, sweet, newly awakened alpha.
Now that Andrew had been an alpha for a while, it was different. The gaze in the mirror was of a man starved. A man hungry. A man who might never get enough.
Maxwell loved it.
He didn’t care that his body was aching, that his shoulder was littered in bite marks. That he had to fight to get Andrew to put a new condom on. That he had to lie and kiss his way into making sure that they were safe. He loved every minute of it.
They were tearing through condoms at an alarming rate though. It was only day two, god, how did Maxwell even know that? Either way, only 48 hours had passed since Andrew had yanked him back into the house, devouring his mouth.
Since then, Maxwell had found that Andrew was a rather serious lover. He knew it before, but the dedication the man had towards him bordered on torture.
When Andrew had focused on eating his ass, Maxwell thought he was going to lose his mind. He was so thorough, and the pleasure had muddled his mind so much that he had almost forgotten to remind Andrew about the condoms after he’d cum twice.
After that? Holy hell. Every position that Andrew introduced to him they spent hours in. Andrew was making sure that Maxwell got familiar with them. That he had no choice but to like them. Andrew was making sure that every inch of his cock was buried in Maxwell the whole time too. Maxwell, if he knew less about the human body, would have worried if his sphincter would ever go back to its regular size.