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Once inside the car, Alex shifted the seat backwards, giving Max room to move. With a mischievous look, she unzipped his pants and pulled out his hardened cock.
"Looks like he's excited to see me," Max said as she teased the engorged head of his cock with her fingers, eliciting a groan from him. She started stroking his shaft, her hand moving up and down. She varied the pace, keeping it consistent, yet unpredictable.
Alex leaned back, his breathing growing heavier. He was enjoying the moment. "Mmm, you're so good at this," he managed to say, his voice strained.
Max smirked and continued to stroke Alex's rigid cock. She looked him in the eye, wanting to make sure he knew she was in control.
Their eyes locked, and Alex's breathing grew even more ragged, his body tensing.
Max whispered, "You want me to suck your cock, don't you?" She moved her face close to his cock. He could feel her breath. Alex's answer was a shuddering nod, his eyes never leaving hers. Max leaned in further, her breath hot and moist on the tip of his cock, making him quiver. She began to tease him with her warm, wet tongue, swirling around the head, tasting the bead of precum.
The sensation was driving Alex insane, every swirl of Max's tongue sending shivers down his spine.
Max opened her mouth and took the head of his cock in her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue continued to dance along the underside, while her mouth began a slow, tantalizing descent down his shaft.
"Fuck!" Alex moaned in pleasure.
She was looking at him, and her red lips wrapped around his cock. It made Alex even hornier. Then she took his entire cock into her throat and held it there for a moment. She could feel it twitch, a sign of his arousal. She pulled back, only to plunge her head forward again, rhythmically bobbing her head. Her hands, meanwhile, continued to grip his shaft, keeping a steady pace with her mouth.
The mixture of Max's oral skill and her deep, throaty embrace sent Alex into a frenzy. His hands gripped the headrest of the car seat, the white-knuckle grip revealing the intense pleasure he was experiencing.
"God, you're incredible," he gasped, his voice hoarse.
Max looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with desire. She leaned forward again, taking him deep into her throat, and at the same time, she moved her hand to wrap around his balls, massaging them softly. She then began to blow him fast.
The pace at which Max was now blowing Alex was relentless, leaving him gasping for breath. She could sense his nearing climax. Sensing his body trembling, she took her hand off his balls and began to stroke the base of his cock, adding an extra layer of stimulation.
Alex could feel it building up inside him, an intense pressure that was threatening to burst. "Max... I'm gonna cum," he warned her, his voice hoarse.
With a devilish grin, she continued her assault, her lips tight around his cock as she bobbed her head up and down.
"Give me your dessert," Max spit on his cock and took it back into her mouth again.
The car was filled with the wet, slurping sounds of Max's mouth working on Alex's cock. His breathing grew more ragged, his body stiffening, and his balls tightened in preparation for his climax.
"Fuck, yes," Alex groaned as he grabbed Max's head, urging her to deep throat his cock as he felt his orgasm approaching. Her throat tightened around his shaft, and he could feel the warmth enveloping him. He let out a guttural moan, and his hips bucked as he released his hot cum down her throat.
Max gulped, swallowing every drop that Alex had to offer. The mix of her swallowing and the sight of Alex's pleasure was turning her on even more. She was dripping wet. Once Alex had emptied his load, she pulled off his cock, the last few drops of cum dribbling down her chin.
"Yum," She purred, licking the cum off her chin.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, Max climbed onto the seat, straddling Alex's lap. She positioned herself above his still-hard cock, which was glistening with her saliva and his cum. She leaned forward, rubbing herself against him, feeling the heat between her legs.
"You want more, don't you?" she teased, smirking as she lowered herself onto his cock, impaling herself slowly. Her tight, wet pussy enveloped his shaft, a sensation that sent shivers down his spine.
Alex gripped her hips, guiding her movements as she rode him. Max began to bounce up and down, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.
They were fucking in that small space.
Alex pulled up her shirt, revealing her big boobs, and he began to suck on her right nipple as she continued to ride him fast.
Max let out a soft moan, her head falling back as Alex's skilled tongue teased her nipple. Her hands were wrapped around his head, pulling him closer. Her breathing grew heavier, her body arching as she felt her orgasm approaching. The combination of Alex's expert tongue and the feeling of his cock filling her up was driving her wild. She could feel the tension building within her, a firestorm ready to erupt.
Alex's hands gripped her hips tighter, his movements mirroring her own as he thrust upward to meet her descent. He could feel her tight walls gripping his cock, a sensation that was just as powerful as when she had her mouth on him.
In between the sound of their wet, carnal coupling, Max whispered breathlessly, "I'm close... I'm gonna cum."
Feeling her tightening around him, he redoubled his efforts on her nipple, flicking it with his tongue, while squeezing her boobs with both hands.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... GOD!!!" Max moaned in pleasure as her thighs trembled and she came hard. Her pussy gripped Alex's cock so tightly, it sent a jolt of pleasure through his entire body. Her moans and the sensation of her inner walls contracting pushed him over the edge as well. His hips bucked wildly, and he let out a loud groan as he erupted once more, filling Max's pussy with his hot seed.
Max rode out her orgasm, her body still writhing and trembling. She collapsed onto Alex's chest, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. They stayed like that for a few moments, enjoying the afterglow.
Slowly, Max raised her head, looking into Alex's eyes, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. "Was I good?" She asked.
"Good? Not good, breathtaking," Alex replied, his voice thick with desire. "And awesome."
A blush crept up Max's cheeks as she basked in Alex's praise. "I love you." She whispered, pressing her forehead against his.
Alex returned the loving gaze, his heart swelling with affection for Max. "I love you too," he murmured.
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[Alex's Penthouse] [Bathroom]
The bathroom looked like a five-star spa had exploded inside it. Steam lingered in the air, soft candlelight flickered near the tub, and a faint scent of eucalyptus hung around like it had paid rent.
Max was slumped against the edge of the bathtub, eyes half-lidded, hair tied up in a bun that had fully given up on its structural integrity. She'd been soaking for so long that the water was practically soup. Her skin glowed. Her legs? Not so much. They were noodles. Overcooked. Retired from walking.
She extended both arms toward Alex with the grace of a dramatic soap opera heroine and pouted like a kid denied dessert.
"Carry me," she said, her voice soft and tragic. "My legs are useless. You broke them."
Alex stood across the room, towel slung low on his hips, running one hand through his wet hair. He looked at her, one eyebrow lifting.
"You're acting like I snapped your shins."
"You did, emotionally," Max said. "With your fingers. And your tongue. And also that thing you whispered in round two that made my brain stop working for like seven whole seconds."
"I said 'you taste like cherry sorbet,'" Alex reminded her.
"Exactly," she huffed. "You poet. I melted like dessert and now I can't walk."
She made a weak attempt to stand, wobbling slightly like a newborn deer on an icy hill. Her right leg buckled, and she grabbed the edge of the sink like she was surviving a small earthquake.
"I see," Alex said, walking over and lifting her effortlessly into his arms. "We've entered the 'dramatic victim of passion' phase. Very vintage Max."
She wrapped her arms around his neck with an exaggerated sigh. "You think I'm joking, but I genuinely might need a mobility scooter. Or one of those jazzy canes with a built-in flask."
"I'll order one with a glitter finish," he said, carrying her toward the bedroom. "And get you a custom license plate that says 'ORG4MAX'."
Max giggled into his shoulder. "Don't tempt me. I'll start a club."
He stepped into the bedroom and gently laid her on the massive bed. She immediately starfished dramatically across the mattress.
"If anyone asks, I was injured rescuing cats from a burning building," she declared. "Not 'wrecked by love in a high-end bathroom.'"
"As you wish," Alex said as he stood there and watched the naked beauty.
Max noticed him looking at her. She went on her side with her head resting on her arm, "Whatcha looking at?" She smirked.
Alex didn't answer right away. He stood there in nothing but that towel, water still dripping from the ends of his hair like he'd just walked out of a cologne commercial. His eyes swept over her with the kind of amused affection that said: 'You absolute maniac, I adore you.'
Max tilted her head slightly. "Seriously, what are you staring at? Did I grow a second head? Is one boob bigger than the other? Is my butt glowing from bath magic?"
Alex took a step closer. "Yes. No. Maybe. And definitely yes, but only because you used half a bottle of that shimmer oil you said was 'subtle.'"
"Excuse you," she replied, holding her hand to her chest. "It was artisan-crafted glow oil from a secret shop in Florence."
"You got it from a woman named Jodie at a kiosk in Glendale."
Max narrowed her eyes. "She had very convincing cheekbones."
Alex laughed, the sound warm and full, then knelt beside the bed, his towel slipping a little lower just for dramatic effect. "You look perfect," he said.
Max blinked, mock scandalized. "Is that a compliment? In this economy?"
Before she could add another sarcastic jab, he leaned in and kissed her—slow, soft, one hand brushing a damp strand of hair off her cheek. She melted into it instantly, the sass in her system giving way to something quieter. Sweeter.
When they broke apart, she let out a content sigh. "Okay. You win. I forgive your crimes against my legs."
Alex smirked and was about to stand, but she reached out, grabbed his arm, and tugged him onto the bed with all the grace of someone dragging a bag of flour across a countertop.
He landed beside her with a little bounce. The towel gave up halfway through the descent and flopped somewhere on the floor.
Max rolled onto him and snuggled up against his chest, her leg sliding lazily over his. "There. That's better. Now you're my blanket. Congratulations, you've been promoted."
"I didn't even get an interview," Alex muttered.
"You were hired on raw talent and exceptional abs."
She kissed his jaw, then down to his neck, pausing there. "Also, your collarbone tastes like soap and victory."
"I used your body wash."
Max pulled back to look at him. "Wait, the pink one that smells like peach sorbet and sunshine?"
Alex nodded with zero shame. "I like it. I feel moisturized and emotionally supported."
Max laughed so hard she rolled off him and onto her back, grabbing a pillow and smacking him gently. "You peach-scented maniac."
He pulled the pillow away and leaned over her again, brushing his lips against hers. "You're gorgeous," he said softly.
She blinked. "You're just saying that because I smell like snacks."
"No," he said, kissing her again. "I'm saying it because it's true. Though smelling like snacks is a bonus."
Max looped her arms around his neck, tugging him closer. "Say more nice things. Feed me compliments like grapes."
Alex grinned. "Your laugh is my favorite sound. Your eyes make me forget what I was about to say. And your snoring is weirdly adorable."
"I do not snore."
"You absolutely do. Like a tiny purring walrus."
Max gasped. "You take that back or I'm stealing all your socks."
Alex leaned in and whispered against her lips. "Try it. But you'll never find the secret sock drawer."
She kissed him again before he could say another word.
They stayed tangled in each other, limbs warm and loose, the sheets slowly pulling around them like a cocoon. Outside, the city was humming, but inside the penthouse, there was only soft breathing, slow kisses, and the occasional sarcastic whisper about scented body wash and sock heists.
Eventually, Max murmured, "You should bottle this moment and sell it. You'd be richer than you already are."
Alex kissed her temple. "What would I call it?"
"Midnight Peach Blanket," she mumbled sleepily.
He smiled and pulled her closer. "Best name I've ever heard."
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[7:32 PM] [Kitchen]
The scent of garlic, rosemary, and sizzling butter filled the air.
Angelina stepped through the front door, dropping her purse onto the entryway table as she slipped out of her heels. Her body ached in that satisfying post-spa way, and the day's laughter still echoed faintly in her mind.
She rounded the corner into the kitchen and stopped.
Alex stood at the stove, stirring something in a stainless steel skillet. He wore a black T-shirt and grey joggers.
Perched on the kitchen island like she owned the place, Max sat cross-legged in a tank top and gym shorts, lazily eating a waffle bar straight from the wrapper. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun that somehow looked like it belonged on a Vogue cover.
Angelina blinked.
Max looked up and grinned, mouth half-full. "Hey, sunshine."
"Max?" She walked over to her. Max got down, and they shared a quick hug.
Alex turned from the stove, surprised to see Angelina and Max hugging like old friends. He had expected some polite nods or maybe a cautiously friendly hello. But this? He wasn't expecting a friendly hug and smile.
Angelina stepped back from the hug, looking genuinely pleased. "You didn't tell me Max was here."
"It was a surprise visit," Max chimed in.
"Never knew you two were this close," He asked with a curious expression.
"Remember when you told me to talk to the girls?" Angelina asked.
Alex nodded.
Max said, "We talked. It was supposed to be a five-minute conversation. Ended up being two hours and a bottle of rosé."
Angelina laughed, moving to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. "She explained everything in her unique way and even told me the story of how you all met."
Max shrugged like it was no big deal. "She asked smart questions. I gave smart answers. And once we got past the heavy stuff, we realized we actually liked each other."
Alex leaned against the counter. "I can't lie, this is throwing me a little. You two look like you've been best friends since high school."
"We kind of skipped the awkward phase," Angelina said, twisting the cap off her water. "After we talked about the relationship, she showed me her stash... Ahem! I mean, secret collection. It's a girl thing. Then I showed her my skincare stash. The rest is history."
"We've had two girls' day outs since then," Max chimed in. "Spa, shopping, face masks. She even made me try that weird green tea facial thing."
Angelina sipped her water and smirked. "You said you liked it."
"I said it smelled like moss. That's not the same."
Alex chuckled. "This is great. I'm glad you two are getting along."
"Women are adaptable," Max said. "And besides, it makes sense. If we're going to share a man, we should at least be on the same group text."
Angelina looked over at Alex, her tone playful. "So... dinner smells good. What are you making?"
"Lemon rosemary chicken," he replied. "With roasted vegetables and garlic bread."
Max clapped softly. "You really are the house husband of dreams."
"I do what I can," he said with a smile. "Plates in five."
"I'll go freshen up," Angelina went straight to the bath.
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