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Her hands went to his shoulder, bringing him down to her. Her nipples nestled in his chest hair. “It’s the piercings. I’m just worried they’ll hurt.” Her soft admission brought a gentleness out of him that he hadn’t been aware he possessed. He was used to his sex being dirty and raw, a roller coaster ride from beginning to end, whereas Casey was used to vanilla milkshakes and kiddie rides.
“Sweetheart, the only pain you’re going to have is when I make you beg me to come,” he bragged.
Her laughter lightened her nervousness, and he was relieved to see it.
“You’re very confident, aren’t you?”
“I’d tell you why, but you said you didn’t like me talking about other women when I’m trying to fuck you, so why don’t I show you, instead?”
Max rose up, gently licking one of her nipples before licking down the side, tracing a path down her flesh. He rose up slightly to position her body the way he wanted it, spreading her thighs apart and opening her once again to his eyes.
“That clit is begging me to suck it.” His thumb brushed against the small bit of flesh before delving back, adding more pressure until he felt a rush of wetness from her, and she began wiggling her hips. When her back arched, he slipped a large finger inside her.
“You’re so tight I can barely get my finger all the way inside. You’re going to have to relax more if you’re going to take my dick.”
Max’s mouth replaced his finger, shoving his tongue inside her. He heard her gasp as he began to show her just how he liked to have sex. He wasn’t a shy man, and he loved fucking. If she was going to be sharing his bed for a while, she needed to loosen up. I’m just the man do to it, too, he thought confidently.
Casey had to want him or she wouldn’t be lying spread-eagle on his bed after trying to make him jealous with Stump.
Lust blazed through his body at tasting a pussy he had thought would never be available to him. When she began twisting underneath him, he gave her clit a twirl with his tongue before rising up, bracing his knees between her thighs. He lined his condom covered cock up at her entrance.
“You ready for me?” Max asked, barely managing to keep himself from thrusting inside her.
“Yes.” Her legs wrapped around his hips as she lifted her hips up for him as he sank himself into her.
He watched her expression to make sure he wasn’t hurting her. When he saw that he wasn’t, he let himself enter her in small thrusts.
He buried his face in her sweet-smelling neck. She was like a fresh breeze in the hot clubhouse where the air conditioner was always broken. Their bodies clung together stickily as they moved.
Max didn’t let himself pound into her the way he wanted. He would have to wait to fuck her like that after she grew used to his size. He planned to keep her busy fucking during their time together so he could saturate his senses with her until they decided to move on.

“You okay?” Max groaned.
“Oh, yes.” She clutched his shoulders as he began to move faster. She rocked back against his strokes, driving him farther inside her pussy.
“I want it to last, but woman, you’re making it hard.” He gripped one of her perfectly sized breasts, lifting it to his mouth. He teased the nipple before letting his mouth move the side of her breast, biting down and leaving a small red mark.
“Did you just bite me?”
“When you see it, you’ll remember me fucking you.” Max couldn’t explain why he had been determined to leave his mark on her.
“I didn’t need that to remind me. I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk,” she groaned.
“Good, then you can spend the night, and I’ll fuck you when I wake up.” Max quit talking as he felt the pleasure boiling from his balls, and her pussy began to spasm around his cock.
So much for making her beg, he thought ironically as he came with her.
The room was so hot they broke apart as soon as they finished, both gasping for breath.
“This room is hot as hell.” Casey rose on her elbows, her skin gleaming in the light.
Max climbed off the bed and went to the chest he kept his clothes in. On the top of the furniture was a fan pointed at the bed. He turned it on before lying back down on the bed.
“There isn’t any air conditioning?”
“It’s broken.”
“Jesus.” She lay back down on the bed, moving around until she was lying on the pillow next to him.
Max started to pull her closer to him, knowing women always wanted a cuddle afterward. He hated that part of having sex, but with Casey, he didn’t think it would be too aggravating. However, she pulled away, placing a hand on his chest, and he looked at her questioningly.
“It’s too hot,” she explained.
Max let her go, lying back against his own pillow.
“You going to stay?”
“If you want me to.” She lifted her gaze to his.
Max nodded, closing his eyes. “Yeah, I want you to stay.”
“Then I’ll stay.” She curled to her side, facing away from him, pulling the sheet at the bottom of the bed over her and covering the ass he was tempted to explore.
Tiredness and the alcohol he had consumed at the strip club had him nodding off. His dick was more than willing for a repeat, but his body was exhausted after staying up the last week to watch over her at the store.
When she left here in the morning, he was going to make sure she was as tired as he was now, but she would be thinking about coming back for more. Maybe he would just save them the trouble of taking her home. It was the weekend; she could stay and save him the hassle of bringing her back. One thing was for fucking sure: he wasn’t ready to let her go.
 
 
Chapter 11
 
As silence finally filled the clubhouse, Casey brushed the tear away that lay on her cheek. She stared at the time on Max’s digital clock on his nightstand: three thirty a.m. Casey would give it another thirty minutes before she made her move.
Tension filled her as the time dragged slowly, each minute heightening her anxiety, listening for any sound that one of the members was still awake.
At least Ice wasn’t there tonight. He had been her greatest worry. Relief had poured through her when Stump had told her he was at home with Grace.
When she had called Stump, she had been mortified at her behavior, but it had been her last chance at succeeding in her plan. She had truly believed she could go through with having sex with him until he had started to touch her. She had borne it as long as she could and had been about to give up when she had seen Max coming at them.
Casey had doubted she could actually go through with it with Max also, but he had relaxed her enough that she had forgotten exactly why she had needed to stay at the clubhouse. Having sex with Max had been an enlightening experience for her, one that wasn’t going to be repeated.
Carefully, she edged out of the bed, moving around the bedroom until she found her jeans and top. She tugged them both on, afraid to even breathe in case it woke Max.
Slipping her feet into her sandals, she cautiously edged toward the door. Her palms were so clammy they almost slipped on the door handle. Wiping them on her jeans, she slowly opened Max’s bedroom door. Thankfully, the hallway was dimly lit, so no light shone into the bedroom to wake Max.