Max’s eyes roam the small apartment as she leads him towards her bedroom. It looks well-kept and she definitely has roommates. He spots a closed door with flower stickers on it and hopes to God that it’s not the one they’re heading to. He breathes a sigh of relief as they pass it and she opens the one next to it, revealing a small, semi-clean bedroom.

Fortunately he’s not too drunk that he thinks he’ll be able to make a sneaky exit as soon as she falls asleep. He can’t remember her name. He isn’t even sure if she ever told him. It doesn’t matter to him. A fuck is a fuck, right?

He shuts the door behind them and her lips are instantly on his. She tastes like cherry chap stick, which makes him think about Katy Perry. He wonders if the woman in front of him has ever had any lesbian encounters like Katy. Did she like it?

Her fingers work the buttons on his shirt and slides it off his shoulders, revealing his massive build. He turns her around and quickly unzips her dress, pushing it to the floor.

“Keep the shoes on.” He growls. They’re what attracted him to her in the first place, elongating her already long legs. And they make her the perfect height for him to fuck her from behind, standing up. Her doe eyes find his and she nods obediently. This is going to be easier than he thought.

Her lips trail light kisses along his chest and he pops the clasp on her bra, releasing her average-sized breasts. His thumbs graze her nipples and they harden immediately between the cold air in the room and the friction he’s supplied.

A soft moan falls from her lips. He’s not sure if she’s exaggerating a little, but it fuels his actions. After all, he doesn’t really care about her. He’ll make sure she gets off, but that’s about it.

Her fingers fall to the front of his pants, but the distraction of his thumbs on her breasts makes her fumble a bit. He groans inside his head, understanding why some of the other guys choose to have one woman. They don’t have to worry about her being so thrilled that she’s about to sleep with an NHL player that she can’t get the job done.

He swipes away her hand and undoes his own pants, sliding them and his boxers to the floor. He chuckles when her eyes bug out at the sight of his size.

“Wanna suck it, baby?” He asks. Well, more like tells. She doesn’t have a choice. But I mean, he’s Max Talbot. Of course she wants to suck it. Her tongue darts out of her mouth and licks her greedy lips as her head nods. He wraps his fingers in her hair and guides her to the bed, laying back against the headboard. He props a pillow behind his head so he can watch as her lips part and she takes him in.

If he’s going to be completely honest, she’s not half bad. Definitely not the best he’s ever had. But also not the worst. He’d probably give her a C plus if he was going to grade her. Maybe a B minus since her breasts look so damn fine swinging around as her head bobs, taking in his cock.

He feels himself getting close and decides to give this girl a little treat for her good showing. He pulls her off him and hops up, grabbing for his pants. He pulls a condom out of his pocket and rolls it on, giving himself two pumps for good measure.

Pulling her to stand in front of him, he tests her entrance with his fingers. As expected, she’s drenched and her pussy is quivering in anticipation.

“You ever been with someone as big as me?” He asks. She shakes her head. “I’ll go slow at first.” He promises.

He spins her around and presses her back down so her hands are on the bed. One thigh slips between her legs, parting them, and he reaches around to grope at one of her breasts.

“You’ve got a beautiful ass, baby.” He murmurs, rubbing his hand along it. It’s not completely a lie. She’s got a decent ass. But it’ll get her even more wet in anticipation.

He slides his tip to her entrance and presses slightly, parting her folds. She lets out a whimper and he knows she’s going to enjoy this. Inch by inch, he slowly slides himself further into her, giving her time to adjust to the massive invasion. He slowly begins rocking his hips until he can feel she’s well-adjusted.

“You good, baby?” He asks. She moans her answer, giving him the go ahead to get rougher. “Hold on, I’m going to rock your world.” He promises.

Her soft moans become strangled as he pounds himself into her and soon enough she’s screaming his name on every thrust. Eventually he finds himself close, but knows she isn’t at the same place. So he wraps his hand around her body to find her swollen clit, massaging it with his fingers. To speed up the process, he resorts to his go-to line. In French, of course. Bitches love when he speaks French to them in bed.

“I want to feel you cum all over my cock, baby. Cum for me.”

As always, the French works and he feels and hears her find her release.

“Good girl, let it go.” He praises, thrusting sloppily into her.

He finds his release a couple pumps later and lets her exhausted body slump to the bed. Deciding to be a gentleman, he shucks the condom off and helps her into the bed. It totally degrades his manliness to take her shoes off for her, but it’s kinda his fault she’s in a comatose state. He did just fuck her into oblivion. And he asked her to keep them on.

He’s gotta stop fucking girls until they can’t move. It just creates more work for him after. Or at least only do it when he can just leave her there.

“Cuddle?” She whispers, passing in and out of consciousness. He groans inwardly, but knew this would happen.

“Let me put my boxers on, baby.” He says.

While ‘hunting’ for his shorts, he secretively grabs all his clothes and piles them together so he can grab them easier later. He slides his shorts on and sinks into the bed, curling up behind her.

“You were so good, baby.” He whispers to her curled up form, rubbing his large hand over her back. He continues to mutter the typical phrases in both english and french until he feels her breath even out. He gives it another ten minutes to make sure she won’t wake up while he’s leaving.

When he’s sure the coast is clear, he carefully stands from the bed and throws his clothes on. Shutting the door quietly behind him, he makes his way towards the entrance. He pauses awkwardly when he sees a girl in the hallway, sucking a man’s face. The guy clearly recognizes him as his jaw drops, but Max doesn’t feel like dealing with that right now. So he flashes them his award-winning smile and brushes by.

He breathes a sigh of relief when he gets outside and into a cab, finally clear from being stopped. The only thought on Max’s mind is that he really should consider getting a serious girlfriend. And that he’s exhausted.

Notes

Requested.

I've been wanting to do a one night stand with a random nobody girl, and Max just seemed perfect for it. I'm going to go ahead and say this was in his Playboy Pittsburgh days, so I don't feel bad writing this about a guy who just recently had a kid with his serious girlfriend.

I love Max. I want him back in Philly. Come bad, Max!