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Maxine feels him start to lose control—his breath hitching, his voice getting rougher, the way his body begins to stutter against hers—and it drives her wild. The second he whines for her to pull harder, she tightens her grip in his hair and tugs with a sharp, deliberate jerk. “That’s it,” she whispers, watching the way his eyes flutter shut, the tension rippling through his back beneath her claws. And when he finally lets go with a guttural “fuck, fuck, fuck,” groaning into her chest as he cums, Maxine gasps, not just from the pressure or the rhythm but from the sheer heat of watching him unravel for her. She feels the pulsing of his orgasm inside the condom, feels him throb and twitch.

Her back arches instinctively, nails digging deeper as if to anchor herself through the rush. “Fuck, baby,” she pants, overwhelmed by the rawness of it. She can feel the wetness pooling beneath them, can feel every inch of him trembling as he rides them both through it. When his hips slow and his mouth hovers over her nipple, she’s still catching her breath, still dizzy from the heat of it all. One hand slips from his hair to stroke the back of his neck gently. “You came so hard,” she murmurs with a grin, voice thick with satisfaction, “felt you lose it all for me.” And when he offers to lick her clean, her grin turns downright devilish.

Maxine feels a mischievous spark light up inside her as she catches his heavy breaths and the slow, lingering tremors in his body. Without breaking eye contact, she slides her hands down his chest and gently pulls him out, careful and deliberate. Her fingers fumble for a new condom, rolling it on with a teasing smile. Then, with a fluid motion, she shifts her weight, pushing him down on the couch and straddles him. "Thought you might need a round two,” she purrs, leaning down to brush soft kisses along his jawline, “because I’m just getting started.” Her eyes gleam with hunger and delight, every movement coaxing him closer to that edge once more.

her hands on his hair gets him completely feral. "harder. pull it," he whines as his own orgasm builds up in the pit of his stomach. the nails clawing into his back pushes him over the edge as he reaches his climax. "fuck fuck fuck," noel groans out against her chest as he shoots cum into the condom. once he realizes she's squirting, he feels himself empty out his whole load. "mmmm baby, yeah." his breath catches in the back of his throat as he rides both their orgasms out, hips slowing down as the mess drips between them. mouth hovering over her nipple as he closes his eyes, feeling such a warm sensation wash over him till he trembles on top of maxine. "fuck, girl," he whines as his movements come to a halt, bringing his lips up to kiss her own. "you're so good. fuck," his breath is hot and heavy against her mouth and he keeps making out with her till his arms give up and he rests his weight on top of her. "want me to lick you clean again?" he asks softly with a smirk. noel knows he's a sex addict, never refusing to keep going.

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Maxine let out a breathy laugh, her head tipping back as his words and hands sent a thrill through her. “You think I haven’t noticed?” she murmured, grinding down harder, slow and deliberate. “You walk in all smug and sweaty, like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing to me.” Her voice was low, teasing, thick with heat. She leaned back against him, letting him feel every inch of her body as she rolled her hips in sync with his thrusts. “If you plan on being buried deep, you’d better keep up,” she added with a wicked smirk, her hands sliding down to his thighs for leverage. “I’m not going easy on you tonight.”

Maxine’s fingers tightened on the powerful muscles of his upper thighs, using them as anchors. With a sharp inhale, she pushed herself up and then down again, riding the next thrust with an intentional, almost brutal force that made her own muscles clench in response. A guttural groan escaped her, not of pain, but of pure, unadulterated pleasure and a fierce desire to take more. Her hips rotated, grinding against him, each arc a deliberate exploration of the depths he offered.

Her head fell back further, the gym lights blurring into halos above her. Her vision swam, not from dizziness, but from the intensity building afresh, coiling in her core. She arched her back, pressing her chest forward, inviting a deeper connection, a more complete absorption. Her nails, though carefully manicured, dug slightly into his skin as her grip shifted, moving from his thighs to his hips, pulling him relentlessly into her. She wanted to feel every inch, every pulse.

Luca smirked as she cussed under her breath, slowly pulling off her nipple as she then spoke. He chuckled a little "All for you sweetheart." He smirked. "Its why I never showered here after my work out, I had to take care of things at home." He winked at her. "Its just what you do to me sweetheart." He then growled, his hands groping at her round ass cheeks, moaning as she rolled her hips on him.

"Oh you've been checking me out too, otherwise you wouldn't of been such a willing participate." He groaned, moving his legs a little and starting to thrust slowly up into her, kissing her neck. "But I plan on being buried deep in you quite a bit now. You game?" He asked.

The male groaned again, and at her words, he gripped her hips and started to thrust up harder into her. "Don't hold back either sweetheart. Let me hear just how much you like it." He grunted, his hands groping her ass cheeks again, holding them tight as one finger lightly teased her puckered little star.

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I have a gigantic crush on you and you called me on the phone while I was masturbating but I picked up anyway and you caught on to what I was doing but you didn’t hang up??? Does this mean you like me??? Does this mean we’re gonna have phone sex???

You’re a dancer and I come and watch you in your studio sometimes but today you did a really provocative dance and I don’t want you to notice how turned on I am please don’t come talk to me right now

We were joking around and you picked me up and spun me around with no trouble and I had no idea you were so strong is it weird how turned on I am by that fact?

I hid in your closet to scare you as a joke but when you came in you started masturbating and I can’t just get up and leave but if I get caught in your closet you’ll think I’m a pervert I regret my life choices

We’re roommates and we always look through each other’s mail and I certainly was not expecting to find a vibrator when I opened your package how much time do I have to re tape this before you get home

I walked into the house to find you looking at the new vibrator I ordered and I tried to leave without you hearing me but I ran into the table by the door please just let me die of embarrassment

I bought dick popsicles as a joke but you look really hot how you’re sucking on that fuck 

You spanked me as a joke in front of our friends but it turned me on and now I’m trying to find excuses to go run off and masturbate where I 100% definitely won’t think about you spanking me definitely not

I was teasing you and I called you vanilla and now I’m laying with my hands and feet tied and a gag in my mouth and, shit, is that a vibrator?

(OT3) I maybe sort of accidentally got turned on while we were laying in the same bed and you’re both clinging onto me from either side and I don’t want to upset you both by moving away but I don’t want either of you to know that I got aroused while we were innocently cuddling. Help. 

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based on this nsfw gif

open to: m/f/nb (21+)

pick your muse: maxine (christina hendricks fc). mid 30s, jo (edie falco fc). mid 40s, ros (hannah waddingham fc). mid 50s.

connection: her roommate, boyfriend/girlfriend, ex boyfriend/girlfriend, one night stand, etc.

The early morning light spilled softly across the bed as she lay beside them, their body warm and still, lost in sleep. Her breath caught as her fingers circled her clit, the tension building steadily, her other hand kneading her breast as her hips began to rock. The steady rhythm grew urgent, her body trembling beside theirs, heat coiling tighter with every breath. When release hit, it came fast and overwhelming—her back arched, a sharp moan escaping her lips as she squirt, soaking the sheets. Their name tumbled out between gasps, her orgasm echoing through the quiet room as she lay breathless, eyes fluttering open to see if they’d stirred.

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based on this nsfw gif

open to: m/f/nb (21+)

pick your muse: maxine (christina hendricks fc). mid 30s.

connection: up to you

Maxine felt them push her thigh back, opening her up completely, giving them better access to her inner walls. The stretch made her gasp, her body arching with pleasure as she instinctively reached between her legs. Her fingers found her clit, already swollen and slick, and she began to rub in slow, tight circles—matching the rhythm of their thrusts. The combined sensation had her moaning uncontrollably, eyes fluttering shut as wave after wave of heat built deep in her belly. She was lost in it—overwhelmed, needy, and loving every second.

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Maxine let out a soft, breathless laugh against his lips, her hands sliding up his chest as her back met the cool glass. “Mmm, you really want to put on a show, huh?” she teased, tilting her head so her lips brushed against his ear. “Let them see how desperate you are for me… how I make you lose control.”

With a slow, deliberate smirk, Maxine began unbuttoning her shirt one clasp at a time, revealing her full, bare chest to him—and to anyone bold enough to look up. “Go on then, Hugh. Show them. Fuck me right here. Make sure they know who I belong to.”

Open to all Possible Connections: Partner/Fiancé/Spouse, FWB, Employee (He runs an adult only kink resort), Person staying at his resort, anything that fits.

"Fuck you're amazing," Hugh groaned softly as he pressed the other against the window of his suite as they kissed. "Should fuck right here against the window, show the whole damn world just what you do to me."

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Maxine cried out, her fingers threading through his blond hair as he devoured her chest, tongue hot and greedy against her nipple. “Yes—fuck, Noel—don’t stop,” she gasped, body tightening around him as that raised leg left her completely open, every deep, frantic thrust hitting her exactly where she needed him.

Her back arched off the couch, slick with sweat, flushed and desperate. “God, yes—I want it,” she nearly sobbed, nails clawing at his back again. “You feel so fucking good inside me.”

As he whined against her and she felt him getting closer, her own release coiled tight in her core, ready to break. “I’m there—fuck, I’m there—Noel, yes!” she cried out as her orgasm ripped through her, body trembling as he drove into her, lost in the madness of it together. she felt her self squirt around the cock balls deep inside of her for the second time.

noel chuckles against her neck as she calls him relentless. "yeah," he breathes out before her beautiful tits are on full display for him. the blond doesn't take any time before burying his head between the valley of her breasts, licking the skin and placing open-mouthed kisses on her skin. "yeah?" he asks with a groan as he keeps fucking her. "you want it?" noel bites down on her flesh before flicking her left nipple with his tongue. god, she's so addictive. how come they'd never fucked before? the man lifts one of her leg up and places it on his shoulder, sinking into her impossibly deeper. his own thrusts become frantic as he chases his own orgasm. so close. "fuck, cum with me. do it. do it now," he whines against her other nipple, finger digging into her raised thigh.

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Maxine let out a ragged moan, her head tipping back as Noel's mouth worked at her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Her body arched into him, already slick and trembling, every thrust making her toes curl. “You’re fucking relentless,” she gasped, voice breaking into a whimper when he hit that spot again—perfect, devastating.

She grabbed the hem of her top and yanked it off, bra loosening under his fingers. “Then take it,” she panted, large, globed breasts spilling free as she met each thrust with a desperate roll of her hips. “Make me come, Noel. Ruin me.”

Her nails dug into his shoulder blades again as her thighs tightened around him. “I’m right there—fuck, don’t stop—don’t you dare stop.”

"i'm always like this," noel smirks against her lips before they attach themselves to her neck. the man groans as he feels the nails raking down his back. that's for sure gonna leave a mark but he doesn't mind. not at all when she feels sooo good. "yeah, let me give it to you," he breathes out against her skin as he bites down softly and his hips keep grinding her, hitting her perfect spot over and over again. one particular thrust has him moaning out, legs tensing as he keeps fucking maxine dumb. "let go, doll. just let go," he smirks while his hands roam to the back of her body, skillfully unclasping her bra. "take this shit off," the blond demands, cock hitting her deep with each thrust. harder, faster, deeper.

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Maxine’s moan caught in her throat the moment he filled her, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as her back arched to meet every thrust. “God, Noel,” she breathed, voice trembling with pleasure. “You feel so fucking good.”

She gripped his shoulders as he shifted her, letting him guide her body with practiced care. The new angle made her gasp, eyes fluttering as he hit that perfect spot again and again. “Right there—fuck, yes,” she whispered, nails dragging down his back just enough to leave a mark.

Her hips rolled up to meet his rhythm, and when his hands slid under her top to claim her breasts, she let out a shameless, breathless laugh. “You’re so cocky when you’re buried this deep in me,” she teased, but her tone was all heat. “Don’t stop, Noel. I want every inch.”

noel bites down on his bottom lip as she holds him and guides his tip against her wet, swollen folds. he groans. it feels so good. "who am i to disobey such a pretty face," the blond smirks before sinking in with one swift thrust. "fuuuuck," he breathes out as soon as her walls engulf him. he rests his hands at each side of her head, on the back of the couch. "come on," the man whispers against her lips before pulling out and plunging back in. his kisses are hot, passionate. his cock throbs inside her and he carefully, yet skillfully, moves maxine so she lies on the couch and he can fuck her properly, more comfortably. the new spot he hits has got him rolling his eyes to the back of his head. "you're so tight," he bites her bottom lip and drags it lustfully. absolute filth as his hands roam beneath her top, up to cup her large breasts.

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based on this nsfw gif

open to: m/f/nb (21+)

pick your muse: maxine (christina hendricks fc). mid 30s, jo (edie falco fc). mid 40s, ros (hannah waddingham fc). mid 50s.

connection: her roommate, boyfriend/girlfriend, ex boyfriend/girlfriend, one night stand, etc.

The humid summer air hung thick and heavy in her small apartment, clinging to her skin like a damp shroud. The ceiling fan whirred lazily overhead, offering only the faintest whisper of relief. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in her blinds, painting striped patterns across the rumpled sheets of her bed. She lay there, sprawled and vulnerable, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. The vibrator buzzed inside of her convulsing walls, so close to ecstasy.

A wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washed over her, stealing her breath. Her back arched, her fingers digging into the mattress as the pleasure intensified, spiraling into an uncontrollable crescendo. The muscles in her abdomen clenched, a primal response taking over. Then, it happened. A gush, a release, a tidal wave of sensation that ripped through her, leaving her gasping and trembling in its wake. The sheets beneath her were soaked, a testament to the powerful orgasm that had just consumed her.

She moaned herself through her orgasm, her hips bucking against the mattress in a final, desperate plea for more. But there was nothing left, only the lingering afterglow of intense pleasure and the slow, steady thrum of her own heartbeat returning to normal.

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Maxine’s lips curled into a slow, confident smile as Han’s gaze traced over her. She held his eyes, unblinking, letting the heat build between them. “Oh, I’m definitely hoping for exactly that,” she said softly, voice low and dripping with promise.

She took a step closer, closing the small distance with deliberate ease. “But I’m patient… for now.” Her fingers brushed lightly over his chest, tracing the line of his shirt as if imagining what was beneath.

“Maybe you should hurry up, before I change my mind.”

His eyes swept over her form, slow and certainly not lacking in the lust he held for her. That crooked smirk of his only grew by a fraction but Han met her gaze and licked his lips. He shook his head, an effort to drag his gaze away simply to finish tying his shoes and stand. Han was more than tempted to take her clothes off once more to have his way with her but he refrained, his fingers flexed and he ran them absently through his hair before grabbing his black shirt from the back of the chair he'd been sitting in.

"Keep talking like that and I don't think either of us will leave this room," he said, tone mildly teasing as his eyes swept over her again, unable to look away and admiring his handiwork. Han huffed a breath, muttering something under his breath and clearing his throat, shifting a few paces closer to her. "Or is that what you're hoping for?"

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Maxine smirked, tracing a finger along the rim of her glass as she caught his amused chuckle. “Oh, you caught me,” she teased, the corner of her mouth twitching with mischief. “Trying to pull a disappearing act, but you know me — the universe doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer, especially when Emily’s involved.”

Her eyes sparkled with warmth as she leaned in just a bit closer. “Besides, it’s not every day I get to keep a ‘mystery guest’ on their toes. You should consider yourself lucky.”

She tilted her head, letting that familiar burst of red hair fall just so. “So, what’s the plan now? Are you going to make it easy for me, or do we keep playing this game a little longer?”

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mystery   brunch   guest.   the   tone   is   amusing,   he   can't   help   but   chuckle   at   it.   after   all,   he   wasn't   really   a   mystery,   not   to   emily   at   least.   he'd   recognised   the   burst   of   red   hair   from   days   prior,   and   the   way   it   wrapped   around   his   fingertips.   it   wasn't   hard   to   recognise,   really.   "   well   ⸻   when   emily   requests   your   presence,   it's   very   hard   to   say   no.   "   and   it   was,   considering   he'd   yet   to   be   able   to   tell   the   host   of   the   event   no,   ever.   "   i   figured   you   were   trying   to   avoid   it   when   i   woke   up   to   an   empty   bed,   but   the   universe   has   different   plans   for   us,   apparently.   "

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Maxine’s breath hitched as Rupert’s lips crashed onto hers, the heat between them exploding with an urgency that left her dizzy. She melted into the kiss, her own hunger matching his, fingers tangling in his hair as she pressed closer.

When he tugged down her zipper, a slow, wicked smile curved her lips. Her eyes flicked to the mirror, watching their reflection—her own body responding eagerly to his touch—and the sight made her pulse race even faster.

Without hesitation, she turned, arching her back just enough as she met his gaze in the glass. “Like this?” she teased, voice low and breathless, hands resting on the edge of the sink for support. “You want me bent over for you, Rupert? Make me yours.”

Her skin tingled under his hands, every nerve alive and craving more. The night was theirs—no rules, no holding back.

Rupert's breath caught in his throat. Her hand worked with knowing precision, each stroke sending a wave of pleasure up his spine that threatened to buckle his knees. The mirror. Christ. The image of her reflected there, watching them both as she took him apart, it was almost too much.

"Look at me," he managed, his voice rough with need. His fingers tightened in her hair, not to control but to anchor himself as the sensation built. The slow, deliberate rhythm of her hand was maddening, perfect, terrible in its exactitude. Each upward motion dragged a groan from somewhere deep in his chest.

Heat pooled low in his belly, tightening with every slick glide of her palm. He could feel himself throbbing against her fingers, betraying just how close to the edge she was pushing him. His breathing ragged and uneven. The way she looked at him, knowing, hungry, patient, made his throat dry.

Rupert's control finally snapped. He captured her mouth with his, the kiss fierce and demanding, all the careful restraint of their game swept away in an instant. His tongue invaded, claiming, tasting the whiskey warmth of her voice. She opened for him, meeting his hunger with her own, and he groaned into her mouth as her hand continued its relentless work.

His fingers found the zipper at the back of her dress, tugging it down in one smooth motion. The fabric loosened, and he slipped his hands beneath, palms skimming the warm silk of her skin before turning her around to face the bathroom mirror. "Bend over for me, Maxine"

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Maxine's breath hitched as she gripped his hair, her nails grazing his scalp again, a wicked smile tugging at her lips. She encouraged him with her words, her first time experiencing the sensation of a tongue skillfully exploring her most intimate parts. Noel's experience with pleasing women was evident in the way he listened to her responses, ensuring she lost herself in the moment.

As Noel swiftly put on a condom, Maxine's eyes locked onto his throbbing erection. She reached down, her hand trembling slightly with anticipation, and guided the tip of his cock against her slick folds. His eyes met hers, and she could see the desire burning within them.

"Now, Noel," she whispered, her voice thick with lust. "Take me."

her nails digging into his scalp pull animalistic growls from noel as he eats her out. her words encourage him to do his best. it's her first time getting her pretty pussy licked, fucked with a tongue. it's his tongue. he gets to live with the fact that the first time he gave his mid-thirties friend is also her first, and she absolutely loses it with his skills. noel's fucked enough women to know what they like. he listens because he loves seeing them go dumb-brained. the blond moans out when she squirts in his mouth. fuck, she tastes so good. better than some of the younger girls in their twenties. he licks everything, getting juices on his face, drinking her as if he's parched. the restraint in his pants aches so much he needs to fuck her right now. sink into that slick, swollen pussy. noel wipes his scruff on her thighs, nose still close to her clit. he breathes heavily, heart pounding in his ears. "that was so hot," he whispers before standing back up. he fumbles to look for his wallet in his back pocket as he stares at her, wonderstruck. she looks so fucking good. so fucking sexy. her large breasts have him thinking he can't wait to titty-fuck her. but first things first. The man finds a condom in his brown-leather wallet and immediately pulls his jeans down along with his briefs that are already wet too. he slides the latex in record time before he pounces back on her. "you want me to fuck you, doll?" he grins against her blissfully outstretched face. the blond takes hold of his throbbing cock and guides it up and down her lubed folds. "you want this cock inside you, girl?"

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Maxine's eyes squeezed shut as Noel's tongue found her most sensitive spot. She felt the warmth spreading through her, her breath quickening with each touch. Noel knew just how to move, how to drive her to the edge and keep her there, teetering on the precipice of ecstasy.

She gasped, her body trembling, as he slipped a finger against her clit. Her grip on his hair tightened, her nails digging into his scalp as the pressure built within her. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them and the raw, primal energy that flowed between them.

“You’ve got me, Noel,” she whispered, voice thick with pleasure.

Maxine felt the orgasm building, a wave of pleasure crashing over her, and she cried out, her voice echoing through the room. Noel didn't let up, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony, pushing her higher and higher. And then, with a final, desperate thrust, she came undone, her body convulsing as she squirted in his mouth.

her reactions are gorgeous. every sound she makes. every movement of her hips, grinding his mouth. noel can't deny he's rock-hard. the strain beneath his pants is almost painful. that eagers him on. his grip tightens around one of her knees and he drops her other leg, hitting a deeper spot inside her with his tongue. his free hand flies toward her clit and he pinches it. once, twice. it's swollen and it drives him crazy. she tastes so good. who would've thought after all these weeks after they met at jack's' birthday party, she'd let him eat her pussy? his thumb works on her bundle of nerves as he senses her orgasm approaching. he gives his all so it hits her like a tidal wave. noel pulls away, only a little, dripping from his chin, and looks up to her flushed face. "i want you to cum in my mouth. squirt for me, girl," he smiles before diving right back in, tongue slipping with ease into her heat.

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The challenge hung in the air, a silent dare that glittered in her eyes. Her gaze, still locked with his under the gentle grip he held on her head, flared in response. The air crackled, thick with unspoken anticipation. This was the game they played, a perilous dance on the edge of control, and she was about to make him lose, beautifully.

Her fingers, which had never truly left his heat, shifted, finding their purchase again with a renewed purpose. The brief, teasing withdrawal was over. Now, it was time for the precise pressure, for the knowing glide of flesh against her palm. Each slow, deliberate stroke was a testament to her intent, a silent promise of the delicious torment to come. She could feel the pulse thrumming under her thumb, the growing rigidity against her inner wrist. The skin was smooth, stretched taut, responding to her every command. She wrapped her fingers tighter, closing around him, and began to move with a more insistent rhythm, the kind that whispered of inevitable surrender.

His hand at the back of her head made her breath catch, but she leaned into it, letting him hold her gaze, letting him see the spark that flared there—dark with desire, but steadier than lust alone. She slid her hand up his chest, fingers dragging along the edge of his open collar.

“You’re finally asking the right questions,” she murmured, her voice like warm whiskey—smooth, deep, dangerous if you weren’t careful. She tilted her head just slightly in his hold, exposing the column of her neck to him with something that wasn’t quite surrender, but came close.

“I want you where you forget your name,” she whispered. “Where we can see everything—how good we look together. That mirror’ll do just fine.”

Rupert's breath caught, the sound escaping him like a prayer torn from his throat. Her words—brazen, challenging—sent heat spiralling through him, pooling low in his belly as her fingers worked their deliberate magic. He could feel himself responding, blood rushing to meet her touch.

"Christ," he whispered, the word both blasphemy and benediction. His hips pressed forward involuntarily, seeking more pressure, more of her knowing caress.

Her thumb traced that maddening circle again, and he felt his resolve crumbling like ancient parchment. The careful distance he maintained, the professional composure—all of it dissolving under her relentless tenderness.

"Keep teasing me like that, and I'll get there soon enough, Maxine." His hand moved to cup the back of her head, a gentle grip as he guided her head back as he looked her in the eyes.

"Tell me, how would you like me to fuck you? Would you have me buried in your cunt, sat on that sink, or would you like the mirror?. Watching me take you from behind."

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Maxine let his words hang in the air, tasting their weight, their warning—and smiling anyway.

Her hand moved with slow confidence, hand grabbing the growing heat beneath his trousers, her touch not hurried but deliberate. She watched him carefully, her fingers responding to the way his breath hitched, the subtle tremble in his voice when he said her name like it was a confession.

“Then let me be the one who knows,” she murmured, her tone velvet-smooth, threaded with something that shimmered between tenderness and control. “Secrets don’t scare me, Rupert. But hiding? That’s exhausting.”

She leaned in closer, brushing her lips just beside his jaw, warm breath teasing his skin. “You don’t need to be careful with me.”

Her fingers pressed a little firmer, her thumb grazing his semi-erect tip with a knowing gentleness. “You don’t have to be the one who carries it all alone.”

Then, with a mischievous glance and a soft laugh that wrapped around the tension between them like silk, she added, “Now… are you going to keep talking in riddles, or are you going to get hard for me”

Rupert watched her fingers toy with his belt buckle, the slow, deliberate rhythm of it matching the beat of something deep and steady inside his chest. Her words curled around him, warm and taunting: “It would be rude to refuse, wouldn’t it?” He swallowed, the collar at his neck suddenly tighter, not from shame, but from the weight of the moment. He hadn’t just invited this—he’d wanted it, needed it.

Not the touch, though that pulled at him in ways that made him feel too human—but the seeing. The way she looked at him like he was more than what he wore, more than what he’d failed to be. He hissed in pleasure at her gentle graze. Her fingers taunted him. "You are cruel..." he groaned.

When her breath found the edge of his jaw, her voice low and rich with mischief, a shiver ran through him that had nothing to do with guilt. You’re surpassing expectations, Rupert. No one had said his name like that in years—like it belonged to a man, not a title. Not a role. And when she pulled back to look at him, still holding him with that quiet, teasing boldness, he realized he hadn’t been afraid of being touched.

He’d been afraid of being known. “You think you’re the dangerous one,” he murmured, voice low and threaded with something darker than amusement. “Maxine…” He leaned in, letting her feel the brush of his lips at the edge of her cheek, his words almost too soft to catch.

“I’ve kept secrets that would make you second-guess everything you think you know about temptation.”