Chapter 273: Going out with a bang (m)
"Alright Angel. Come on. Need me to hold you up? Look at you, taking my cock so deeply. Ugh. You feel so good inside. Here, suck on my fingers. Keep focusing on me. Almost done." Andrew’s words washed over Maxwell, his vision going blurry as Andrew held Maxwell up with his strength.
Maxwell was feeling a little bit like he’d overestimated how much he’d be able to handle while not in his heat. He was coming to an alarming understanding of why ruts and heats synced up. He also wondered how Andrew had handled this on his own because Maxwell hadn’t been able to walk after his heat.
He felt like he wasn’t going to be able to walk after Andrew’s rut either.
The mirror had gotten an incredible amount of use. Maxwell was worried they were going to have to replace the mattress with how much of a mess he’d made. Andrew had loved fucking Maxwell from behind, and Maxwell felt shivers running down his spine remembering the way Andrew looked at him as he did.
How he was still looking at him as he did it.
Maxwell’s ass felt numb from the constant stretching, knotting, ball slapping, eating. Andrew had maneuvered him in so many ways, eaten, licked, bitten all over his body. He was covered in marks.
In contrast, Andrew looked fairly bare. This had to do with the fact that Andrew preferred to hold, press and control Maxwell’s body during his ruts.
Like right now.
Maxwell was barely able to hold himself up. His knees were shaking. He was exhausted, and his hands wouldn’t hold him up. He was face-planting into the bedsheets, and apparently that wasn’t what Andrew wanted. So, he reached around and stuck his fingers into Maxwell’s mouth from both sides. Maxwell couldn’t have prevented his moans if he wanted with fingers in his mouth. Andrew yanked him back, slamming his cock into him over and over, condom limits long forgotten as Maxwell could barely keep his body awake.