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Max knows he stares at himself too long in the mirror. He knows that the way he caresses his own skin and runs his hand through his own hair is… a little too much to be considered just self love.
He knows that he’d fall for his own reflection in the pond. Which is why when faced with himself, or another version of himself, he stares at her for too long. Macie, her name is Macie. Truth was that it was hard not to stare when her dress barely covered her muscular form. Long legs stretched out over the couch she lays on.
She looks so pretty beneath him. Yes beneath him, as he sits between her thighs. He watches her expression, parted lips, furrowed brows, a flush to her cheeks. He wonders if that expression is mirrored on his own face. He hopes so, it’s a pretty expression.
Max tilts his head back. A groan escapes his lips. “Fuck Macie, god you feel so good”
Macie giggles. “Ya? Having-“ her words at broken by a whimper as he grinds down harder, creating more friction between them. “-Having fun?”
His grip tightens on her hips and he wonders if it’ll bruise. He hopes it bruises, it’ll join bite marks and hickies on hers. He got a little carried away there, didn’t mean to leave so many, or break skin, yet one or two of them bleed just a little. He’ll have to make sure she takes care of those later. He has marks of his own from her, the several lipstick marks and hickies on his skin from her. They make him feel feral. Always loved marking up his partners and that seems to have carried through genders.
“Oh ya baby, a lot of fun,”
He slides his hands down from her hips, letting them caress down her thighs before slipping under her dress. Her breathing hitches as he lets his thumbs rub against her inner thigh. Max grins at her, too smug for such a little reaction at the moment.
“Oh shut up fuckwad, why do you look so smug huh?” Macie huffs at him. Rolling her eyes at him. He pouts.
“Don’t tell me to shut up,” Max responds as he pinches the meat of her thigh.
“Ow!” She complains, trying to knee him in the side. He pushes her legs apart more. Glaring down at her while she glare up him. God, he wants to wipe that look of her face. Wants to put her in her place so bad. He slips his hand from where he grabbed her knee as he force her legs apart down to her pelvis. Pushing the fabric of her dress up to reveal what she has under. Her underwear isn’t very sexy like he was hoping, just simple light blue panties. That being said “go nighthawks!” is written on the waistband of them. He snickers at that though knows he has a similar pair stuffed into his dresser, those are boxers not panties.
“Nothin’ sexy for me,” Max pouts, not actually very upset. Her glare hardens.
“You try wearing scratchy lace all the time. You know that shit is like hella uncomfy!” Macie complains again. Max thinks about it. Ya that shit would probably bother his dick. Though it is hot and like beauty is pain or whatever the fuck they say.
“Alright, alright, calm your tits,” Max says. He uses his ring finger to hook around the fabric of her underwear and pull it aside. He runs the rougher pad of his thumb from her hole to her clit. She makes a small almost choked out sound. He pulls away, scooting back on the couch. It’s a bit of an awkward position but it works. He tugs her underwear down her legs, making it down to about her ankles. Too impatient to fully take them off as he shoves her legs up, ducking down to be face to face with her pussy.
“Mind being more careful, I’m a delicate fucking flower,” She huffs, holding her legs up and a bit apart to give him better access.
“Please your flower was undelicated long ago,” Max bites back. “Damn though your pussy is pretty.”
“If I wasn’t itching for a dick down I would kick your fuckin’ ass. Either get to pounding soon or get out. I’ll just call another jackass over to fuck me,” Macie says. She leans her head back against the armrest of the couch, looking up at the ceiling. Still tempted to kick him out and get Brendan or Stanley over to fuck her instead. And ya maybe it’s not girl code to have Brendan fuck her when she knows Kylie likes him but fuck both of them, she’s the goddamn queen of Hatchetfield high. Her thoughts are interrupted when suddenly feels Max’s tongue lick at her. She gasps of the feeling “Oh fuck!”
“You like that baby? Like feeling my tongue against your pussy?” Max teases. His breath tickling her as he’s barely pulled away before he’s back to it. Licking at her hole, pushing the tip of his tongue against her entrance. He rubs his thumb against her bud in slow circles, his fingers tangling in the curls of her bush. Macie whines against the touch, her breathing becoming heavier.
He continues his teasing. Stimulating her clit and he works his tongue against her entrance. A moan slips from her lips, she lets her legs fall to rest against his shoulders with his head between her strong thighs. She lifts her hips just a little.
“Nghhmm- Max,” Macie moans. Max groans, enjoying the ways she says his name.
He lets the tip of her tongue circle round her hole. She reached down to grip his hair, shoving his face forward as she grows more impatient to have him in her. Finally complying now that she has a painfully tight grip on his hair, he presses his tongue into her. Both of them groan at the feeling. Max pushes his tongue deeper, jaw working just a little as he moves closer, nose pressing against her clit. Macie jerks her hips with a gasp. She continues to move them, fucking herself on his tongue. Loosening herself with his mouth.
Max reaches a free hand down to paw at himself through his jeans. The tent in his jeans getting almost painfully tight. He’ll let her use her face while he works on himself. Fumbling with getting his stupid belt off. He pulls his belt, arm hitting the couch. He pulls off her to curse the couch, having to sit back a bit so he can focus on getting his pants off. Her calfs resting on his shoulders, and with her hand no longer tugging his hair she moves it down to herself. Picking up where he stopped. Max will admit to getting a bit distracted in his attempt to free himself when he sees her slip a finger into that pretty hole of hers. He gets his dick out at the same time she pushes her second finger in.
“Damn bitch, you look kinda pretty like this,” He compliments. She did, all flustered as she lays back on the couch. Her fingers working in and out of her pussy as she moans so beautifully. Unfortunately for Max, she does not take his compliment as such. She yanks her legs forward, pulling him with them as the unexpected move caused him to fall on top of her. His muscular body smashing against her. They both groan but this time more in pain than pleasure.
“What the fuck!” He growls as he pushes himself off her. Hands on either side of her head as he glares down, looming over her. Macie glares at him back, grabbing his chin, from the wetness against his jaw he’s pretty sure it’s the same hand that just had her finger pumping into her. It makes his dick twitch honestly.
“Don’t call me a bitch,” She shoots back. “You brainless brute!”
He can feel her nails threaten to dig into his skin. Though he doubts he’ll notice that pain with how much he’s clenching his jaw. She’s such a bitch, is all he can think. It gives him an excuse to be rough with her, least that’s how he justifies it. Bringing one hand down to line himself up with her. He leans closer to her face.
“You’re really getting on my nerves, bitch. You just keep bratting away, I guess I’ll just need to teach you a lesson,” Max says. He shoves his tip in, the squeeze pulls a groan from him. He pushes himself further in, not waiting for her. Always so impatient, plus she’s a big girl, she can handle him. Not that he really cares if she can at the moment. Too pissed to think about treating her any kinder. Her nails do dig into his skin, dragging down his jaw as she squirms. Strong legs squeezing him. Macie chokes on her own sound. It soothes something in him to see her knocked from her pedestal like that. And while he is a monster, he isn’t enough of one to not allow her time to adjust after bottoming out in her so suddenly like that.
They’re at it like rabbits when she does finally give him permission to move. His hips jackhammering against her. The sound of their pleasure filling the room up to the brim. Neither of them are quiet by any means. Macie’s hands have moved to his bicep and shoulder, squeezing his muscles as she holds on to him. He roughly palms at her clothed breast. Their mouths clash in a battle for dominance, swallowing each other’s loud moans as their teeth knock together and tongues lick and explore all they can. He’s almost snarling as he ravages her and she’s matching him blow for blow. It’s less about pleasure, no longer is this just about the sex, instead it’s about the power, the dominance. Who will submit? Who’s the fucking loser who will cum first? Neither are willing to lose. He’s hitting at her bottom lip enough to draw out the taste of copper and her nails are scratching into the exposed skin she can reach. It stings in a way that has both of them itching for release. A release they refuse themselves in favor of being the winner.
The match does come to an end though. It’s impossible not to with the way his cock stretches her cunt out. With every paw at her tits and hand on her clit. With her pussy and thighs squeezing against him. How warm and wet she feels as he fucks her into the couch. Both of them spilling over at the same time with their own names on their lips. Not each others but their own. A cry of pleasure and a call to their own delusional godhood, then of course support for their team as they both finish with a, “Go nighthawks!”
It wouldn’t be them if they didn’t finish that way after all.