Author's Note: Well, this chapter contains some VERY graphic and detailed smut between the M&Ms – Mac and Mo – as I'll be calling them from time to time. I chose to use my favorite Nickelback song for inspiration for this chapter so it's listed at the bottom of the chapter like all the other songs I get my inspiration from. Keep in mind, if you want to see more M&M scenes, you've GOT to let me know. If I don't receive feedback, I tend to think that you guys aren't interested. And that makes me less inclined to post more. I still have to reread Chapter 3 and revise it before I can post it. But, if I don't get feedback, it won't get posted. Now, let the smut begin!

Chapter 2: The Greatest High

She's got a dirty mouth
Tastes so clean with every taste of me
You know that every single thing she does
Does for me, because it's what I'm dreaming of

And she likes to take her time
More than fortunate, form of torture
And she likes to touch and tease
It's always fun for me it's always unbelievable

You and me, sitting in a tree
F-U-C-K-I-N-G

She'll do any naughty thing I want
My baby she's up for anything I wanna do
She's a giver and it gets her off
My baby, she's into everything I wanna do

If it was on TV, or ever in a magazine
She could take a fantasy and make it a reality
She delivers every dirty thought
My baby, she's into everything I wanna do

And she knows every spot
Exactly where it's at, and she could draw a map
I tell you
Her tongue is like a weapon
And she's always threatening to be the death of me

You and me, sitting in a tree
F-U-C-K-I-N-G

She'll do any naughty thing I want
My baby she's up for anything I wanna do
She's a giver and it gets her off
My baby, she's into everything I wanna do

If it was on TV, or ever in a magazine
She could take a fantasy and make it a reality
She delivers every dirty thought
My baby, she's into everything I wanna do

So, what you wanna do?
So, what you wanna do?
Let me repay the favor with your favorite thing you love to do
So, what you wanna do?
So, what you wanna do?
About to take it up a notch, so watch what I'm about to do

You and me, sitting in a tree
F-U-C-K-I-N-G

She'll do any naughty thing I want
My baby, she's up for anything I wanna do
She's a giver and it gets her off
My baby, she's into everything I wanna do

If it was on TV, or ever in a magazine
She could take a fantasy and make it a reality
She delivers every dirty thought
My baby, she's into everything I wanna do

Everything you want, anything at all, everything you want
Everything I wanna do
Everything you want, anything at all, everything you want
Everything I wanna do

-=Mac=-

Mac followed her as she led him across the parking lot and over to one of the motel rooms that Walter rented out to tourists. Apparently she wasn't going to be staying in town long.

Once she'd unlocked the door, she headed right over to one of the nightstands, turning on the lamp that sat on top of it. She headed over to one corner of the room, reaching down into a duffle bag that lay on the floor in that corner of the room. She pulled a black scrunchie out of the bag and headed back over to the door.

"The fuck ya doin'?" Mac asked.

She went over to the door and slipped the scrunchie over the knob of the door, informing him, "It's a little signal my brother and I have. If he has somethin' over the door when I come back, I stay gone. If he comes back and finds somethin' over the door, he stays gone. It means that we're… BUSY."

She giggled as she finished her statement and Mac smirked, nodding to her. She closed the door and locked it. Then she turned around to look at Mac.

"Just so ya know…" she pointed out, "If you suck at this, I WILL kick your ass out and go find someone who can do it better."

He growled at that. There she went again, challenging his skill when it came to women. He'd fucking show her he wasn't some fucking inexperienced chump. If she wanted a college boy, she could go right back over to the bar and find one. But if she wanted a REAL man, by damn, then he was there and he was ready to fucking prove it. Mac didn't HAVE to prove himself to ANY bitch. But this one was just pushing all of his fucking buttons.

"Like FUCK ya are!" he retorted, "Now get on with it. Start takin' yer fuckin' clothes off."

He gestured to her clothes with one hand even as he watched her, expectantly waiting for her to start stripping. He wanted to see the goods.

"It's a shame I left those cuffs with the last guy," she said with a pout, "I have a feeling I would've much rather had you cuffed to a fucking bed than give you free roam with my body. Now that I think about it, a gag wouldn't be half bad either."

Mac snarled and stalked over to her, reaching down for the hem of her tank top and tugging at it, working it up her body. By damn, if she wasn't going to strip herself, he'd do it for her!

She lifted her arms and he slipped it up and over her head, throwing it to the floor. His eyes roamed over her and he groaned. She had a string of diamonds hanging from her pierced belly button, the square-shaped jewels sparkling in the dim light of the lamp. Each diamond in the string was slightly larger than the one before it.

Mac licked his lips as his crystal orbs roamed over her body, taking in the sight of all that smooth, tan skin. Her skin sparkled slightly and he cocked his head to one side as he let his eyes roam over every square inch of skin that was exposed to his greedy eyes. Her ample chest was covered by a siren red colored bra, the lace cups hiding her tits from his eager eyes. He could just BARELY see the hint of her ribs and he liked that. She wasn't super skinny like some of the bar whores were but she wasn't fat by any means either. Hell her stomach was flat, toned and firm with muscle. She wasn't sporting abs but there were clearly muscles underneath her skin. And she had slight V-lines like a man, showing that she'd worked HARD to get her body into the shape it was in and to KEEP it that way.

He looked back up to her face. She was the sexiest thing he'd ever fucking seen. Those full lips done up with blood red lipstick, that dark, smoky makeup accenting her bright blue eyes. Her thin, arching brows and that nose that had a cute little upturn to the end of it went well with her slender cheeks and small chin. He realized then that she had her left nostril pierced, a tiny little diamond stud fitting into the hole that went through her nose. It had been covered up by her hair earlier and he'd missed it.

Her features were beautiful. And that straight, bright red hair with black roots only made her look even more like a little badass. Her tattoos were so fascinating. He got to see that skull and black roses that snaked down the left side of her neck and ended on the rise of her left breast up close and personal and he thought it looked REAL good on her. He couldn't WAIT to see the other tattoos up close. He wanted to trace them with his fingers, follow them with his lips and tongue.

But she drug him out of his thoughts, reaching down to pop the button on her shorts and slide the zipper down. She reached out to gently shove at his chest and he glared at her until he figured out that she was just getting him to back up so that he could get a better view of the show. She turned her back to him and worked her shorts down, slowly sliding one side down a tiny bit and then the other until they were down to her knees. They fell the rest of the way. Mac's eyes fastened to her ass first, finding that she was wearing a bright red thong to match that bra. She had an ample, well-rounded, firm ass, one that he wanted to sink his teeth into. It was big enough that he could've filled both of his big palms with it and had it spill between his long, thick fingers a little. Her legs were long and slender, toned with firm with muscle. They were the kind he'd love to have wrapped around his hips as he fucked her into the mattress, the kind he'd love to have wrapped around his head while he ate her juicy pussy, the kind he wanted to see spread wide for him as she eased a hand down between her thighs and fucked herself for him.

He felt his groin tightening before his cock started to perk up in his jeans. He bit his bottom lip and focused his attention elsewhere.

His eyes roamed up to her back, taking in the tattoo that roamed from her left shoulder all the way down to her right hip. There were two skulls, surrounded by a string of red roses. It was a badass tattoo. He loved it. And it looked DAMN good on her.

She straightened up and he found that she'd been taking her shoes and socks off and kicking out of her shorts while she'd been bent over. Hell he hadn't cared what she was doing. He was too damn busy admiring the view, and starting to sport a hard-on for her while he was at it.

She turned around and his eyes fastened to the see-through, lacy material of the bright red thong that covered her crotch, his cock twitching in his jeans as he licked his lips.

"What's the matter?" the little red-headed bombshell asked him, walking over to stand in front of him, "You need help gettin' outta these clothes?"

"Yer a fuckin' distraction," he replied as he felt her fingers start working the buttons of his long-sleeved, denim button-up open, one at a time.

She was quick to get them all open but her hands didn't fumble in her haste like most bitches' he knew. This bitch had experience. She had skill. She knew EXACTLY what she was doing.

She slid his shirt off of his shoulders and down his arms. Then she reached down for the hem of his grease-stained, once-white wife beater and worked it up and over his head, the heels of her palms teasing over his skin all the way and making his muscles grow taut as her hands teased over them.

She knelt down, laving her tongue up the length of his happy trail, from the waistband of his jeans up over his belly button and up to the start of the thin, sparse line of hair, dipping that wicked tongue into his belly button to give a little flick of the tip of her tongue. She pressed kisses up his stomach and on up to his chest, kissing her way over to one of his right nipple, swirling the tip of her tongue around it before giving a little flick of her tongue over the peak. She wrapped those full, sensual lips around his hard nipple and sucked at it gently before giving a little nip. Her eyes never left his and Mac loved watching her, loved watching her watch HIM.

She eased her mouth back and he didn't miss the fact that there was now a blood red smear across his chest from her lipstick. She'd left her mark on him.

She reached down for his belt, her fingers easily working the buckle open and sliding it through all the loops until it was free. She dropped it to the floor with a metallic CLANK and giggled, peering up at him.

"What's yer name?" Mac asked her, realizing that she'd never told him.

"Mo," she answered.

His head jerked back a little and he looked at her in confusion.

"MOE?" he questioned, "Ain't that a man's name?"

"No," she explained, "It's spelled M-O, not M-O-E."

"Well it's gotta be short for somethin', ain't it?" he inquired.

She nodded her head and answered, "Yeah. But I don't like ta be called by my full name. So I'm not gonna tell ya what it is."

He just nodded. Fine. Mo worked for him. He WAS curious about finding out her full name though.

Mo dropped down to her knees, peering up at him with those bright blue eyes full of mischief as a wicked little grin curled those full, slightly-pouty lips, and he found that he REALLY loved her in that position. She leaned in and caught the material of his jeans in her teeth, tugging at the part next to the button and easing the button out of the hole. She caught his zipper between her teeth next and slowly and carefully worked it open, her eyes never leaving his. She reached up and eased his jeans down off of his slim hips and down his legs, letting them pool at his ankles before she reached for his left boot.

Mac set his hands on her shoulders, feeling her warm skin and toned muscles beneath his hands as he lifted his left foot to let her help him out of it. Once that one was off, she yanked off his sock and eased that leg of his jeans down and off of him. Then she moved onto the right side. Once his jeans were completely off, she leaned in again, nuzzling and nipping her way up the inside of his left thigh, swirling her tongue over his deeply-tanned skin to ease the slight sting when she'd sink her sharp little teeth in.

"What's YOUR name?" she asked him, "I wanna know what name I'm supposed ta be screamin' all night. Don't wanna get it wrong, now do I?"

His lips twitched, curling up into a smug little smirk, as he answered, "Mac."

"'Well that's gotta be short for somethin', ain't it?'" she quoted him, giving a little smirk of her own.

"Yeah. But I ain't tell you," Mac informed her.

He didn't like to be called by HIS full name either. Only Walter and Devon knew his full name. Walter screamed it when he was really pissed at him and Devon sneered it when he wanted to get under Mac's skin.

She shrugged her shoulders and said, "Fine by me. Mac is good enough. It's short and simple."

She pushed herself up onto her feet and turned her back to him, bringing her arms up and back to wrap them around his neck, her long, slender fingers sifting through his shaggy, brown hair and her painted black nails scratching lightly at his scalp even as she spread her legs a little to form a stance that gave her better footing. He'd never had a woman do that before.

Mac practically purred at the sensation of her nails raking gently over his scalp, burying his face into her neck and breathing her in deep. FUCK! She smelled good enough to fucking eat! She smelled so sweet and delicious, sinful and intoxicating… like forbidden fruit. He just wanted to DEVOUR her.

But when she worked that ass against him, arching it back into the crotch of his boxers and then up over his shaft over the cotton to tease his cock, his hands were quick to wrap around her hips. She repeated the motion a few more times before she did something he never expected. She fucking shook her ass, working it up and down over his cock while her body shimmied. And god-DAMN if he wasn't ready, his cock standing at full attention after the little buzz she'd just given him, his balls jingling and his cock getting one hell of a tease from that amazing ass. His hands were gripping her hips tight as he grunted, thrusting hard against her ass.

Mo looked back over her shoulder at him, a wicked little grin curling at her lips as she praised, "MMMMM… So hard, Big Mac. That for me?"

"Ya like that, ya dirty little slut?" he grunted, his mouth right next to her ear, "Ya like that long, hard, thick cock? Bet it's better than some fuckin' college punk's tiny pecker. Bet ya want it buried inside of yer pussy, dontcha?"

He leaned down to give her cheek a sharp nip, snarling against her skin as he thrust his hips forwards again even as he tugged her back against him. Her ass arched back against him, that up-and-then-back motion it had made before. He was quick to learn that, with every thrust he gave against her ass, it arched right back into him as if it had a mind of its own, teasing his cock and begging for more attention. He was starting to think that it was going to be his new favorite toy.

She tipped her head back to rest the back of it against his broad, firm chest, purring, "That's it, baby. Fuckin' work it. Keep that shit up and you're gonna make me soak through this fuckin' thong."

He growled, hearing her words meet his ears. She was getting wet for him? Well good. The wetter, the better. He felt her lean up a little to suck at his chin and his hips gave an instinctual buck against her ass, his brain sending images of her sucking on something longer and harder playing through his head.

Mac was quick to turn her to face him and she looked up at him with a knowing grin. She skimmed her palms and fingers up over his stomach and chest, each and every muscle she touched flexing underneath her hands.

She leaned up to purr into his ear, her voice smooth and throaty as her warm breath teased his ear, "I'll make your every fucking fantasy come true, Mackie. Every… single… dirty… kinky… RAUNCHY… one… of 'em…"

She worked her fist over his long, hard, thick cock with each word of her last sentence, jerking him over his boxers. He growled, his hands finding her ass and giving her a firm, two-handed squeeze. Her ass worked itself back into his grip and he turned his head to the side, capturing her mouth with his.

~*Mo*~

Mo voiced a little cry of surprise into his mouth as she felt him crush his mouth to hers, his tongue sliding right inside and teasing her own. She started to pull back from the kiss, her whole body tensing as she grew desperate to break the intimate contact, but he brought one of his big, strong hands up to cup the back of her head, holding her in place. And, much to her disappointment, he was a DAMN good kisser, swirling his tongue around hers and massaging it. He was greedy, tasting and teasing every part of her mouth, exploring and tempting. He sucked and licked at her tongue and lips. His tongue fought hers for dominance, insisting that she submit and rewarding her when she did, voicing a throaty moan into his mouth even as she melted against his body. His empty hand roamed down and around, finding her ass and cupping it in his big hand as he started to knead and squeeze at her with his long, thick fingers as he groaned into her mouth, clearly approving of her submission.

Had it been ANY other man, she would've slapped him, raked her nails across his face, shoved at him and spit in his face. She would've refused to let him kiss her, to let him force that form of affection onto her. She HATED kissing. It was so intimate, so personal, so… AFFECTIONATE. It just set a person up for getting attached. And Mo didn't GET attached. Mo didn't let her walls down for ANYONE.

But kissing Mac was unlike anything she'd ever experienced, her body molding against his as she pressed herself closer to him, her hands grabbing at him, holding onto his sides as she held him right up against her and kissed him with everything she had. The hand he had behind her head fisted gently in her hair even as he brought his other arm down underneath her ass, lifting her up off her feet. She was quick to bring her legs up, wrapping them tight around his waist and locking them at the ankles. She voiced another moan into his mouth as he turned and started climbing onto the bed, her arms looping around his neck.

She felt her head hit the pillow and he eased his hand out of her hair, skimming it down her back and clear down to her ass, giving that cheek a firm squeeze before giving a sharp buck of his hips. She cried out in pleasure, her head tipping back and her hips rocking up hard into his in response. She gasped for air, her lungs burning, desperate for air, as she watched him stand on his knees, those bright blue eyes as dark as sapphires as they raked over her body.

"Up. I wantcha on yer hands and fuckin' knees, ass facin' me," Mac demanded.

Normally, she wasn't one to take orders, preferring to give them instead of take them, but she nodded her head and was quick to push herself up and get into position for him. She spread her legs a bit, resting on her hands and knees, and she stole a glance back over her shoulder to see him wink at her and lean down. She saw him lick his lips before he sank his teeth into her right ass cheek. She voiced a little gasp, feeling his sharp teeth sink into her ass. Her ass rocked back into him, having a mind of its own like it always did, and he chuckled, moving over to bite the other one.

"Gotta make 'em match, don't we?" Mac teased.

She gave a moan that time, her head falling forward, and her fingers tightened on the comforter that covered the bed.

She felt him give a little tug at the waistband of her thong and turned her head to look over her shoulder again, peering back at him to find that he had the waistband of her thong between his teeth. He gave an upward tug on it, making the thin strap between her ass cheeks tease her. She let her eyes drift shut and then felt him start to ease it down and off of her. She spread her legs further for him, helping make the process easier on him. Once it was down to her knees, she sat down and yanked it the rest of the way off. She threw it off the bed, not giving a shit where it landed, and Mac laughed.

She followed his line of sight and found it hanging off the door knob. She giggled and shook her head before getting back into position. She felt him pushing her thighs further apart and looked back at him again.

"Spread 'em wide, ya dirty little slut. Daddy's ready ta fuckin' –," he started to say.

Her whole body went rigid, every muscle tensing, and she snarled, "NOT daddy. I'll call ya ANYTHING but that. But I'm NOT gonna fuckin' call ya daddy. Forget it."

He jerked his head back a little, clearly surprised by the harsh tone of her voice and the look of pure hatred burning in her eyes that left nothing up for debate, left no room for argument.

"Not daddy," he said with a nod, "Got it."

She was honestly surprised that he didn't punish her for that, that he didn't chew her ass or smack her. But he'd just nodded.

"I'll call ya Big Mac. I'll call ya Mackie. I'll call ya Mac. I'll call ya baby or honey or any dirty thing ya want. But I'm NOT callin' ya daddy," she elaborated, her tone firm.

He leaned over her, biting at the back of her neck. She moaned, her ass instinctively arching back into him as he thrust hard against her, his boxer-clad cock prodding at her ass. He trailed a series of nips, love bites, and wet, open-mouthed kisses down her spine, making her shudder and grip the comforter tighter.

"Spread 'em, ya dirty little bitch. Ol' Mac's feelin' a bit generous tonight," he instructed, landing a sharp smack to her right ass cheek.

She moaned, arching back into his big hand, and he chuckled at her response. But she spread her legs further for him.

"Don't usually do this shit," he informed her, "But, since I'm dyin' ta get a taste and yer a REAL bad bitch, figured ya might get off on it. Yer not one of those bitches that just likes ta act like she's a bad bitch. Yer the REAL fuckin' deal."

She nodded her head and retorted, "You're damn right I am."

He slid his head and neck beneath her and she figured out what it was that he had in mind REAL quick. FUCK! She was a fucking goner! If he was going to let her ride his face, he was more of a man than any man she'd ever fucked.

"Take that fuckin' bra off. It's gettin' in the fuckin' way of me seein' the goods," Mac demanded.

She reached back behind her for the clasps on her bra, working them open and sliding the straps down her arms. She pitched it over the side of the bed and he wrapped his arms around the backs of her thighs, his big hands coming to rest on the insides of her thighs and easing her thighs even further apart.

"Come 'ere," he instructed, his voice deep and husky as his eyes feasted on her, "Bring that pussy down here."

She was spread wide for him and she knew that she was soaking wet. Hell she'd NEVER gotten this wet for ANY man – and she'd had her fair share over the years.

She slowly and carefully eased herself down and Mac purred, "Yer not gonna fuckin' break me. I wantcha ta ride my fuckin' face not just rest it against my fuckin' face. I don't do this shit for a woman, ANY woman, unless I think she really fuckin' deserves it. Now get on with it. I want that pussy in my face. I want that ass rockin' and that wet hole of yers pressin' against my mouth. Ya don't rock against me and I'll work yer ass for ya."

She gasped, hearing his words, and gazed down at him with her sapphire orbs heavy-lidded with desire. She rested her hands on the comforter and lowered herself down onto him, giving a tentative circle of her hips towards his face. He groaned his approval, lashing his tongue over her dripping slit. She moaned and her hips gave an instinctual buck towards his face. He snarled and worked his tongue over her again, applying more pressure this time. She cried out in pleasure and her hands fisted tight in the comforter even as she worked her hips again, feeling his hands roam around to find her ass, pressing her right up against his face. She gave a sharp whine, feeling his tongue plunge inside of her. He fucked her with the warm, wet muscle, pumping it in and out of her wet pussy before lapping and sucking at her slit. She heard the rude slurping noises, felt his chin growing moist with her juices, and she nearly lost it. But, when she looked down, finding his eyes glued to her face, she DID lose it. She let go of her control and let her instincts take over, gazing down into those piercing eyes. They were so intense, so fierce. And yet they were clouded over with lust, heavy-lidded and nearly as the gemstones they called midnight sapphires, such a dark blue color they were almost black.

"Fuck!" she cursed, "Oh, Mac! Baby, that's the shit… MMMMM…. Fuckin' eat me, baby… Eat my pussy… FUCK you do it so fuckin' good! Uhn! Mmm… Mmm, fuck! Mac… Oh, baby, work that fuckin' tongue…"

She heard him snarl against her, his mouth vibrating against her pussy and sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She voiced a short, sharp whine and her hips bucked harder against his face. He lashed harder at her pussy before thrusting his tongue back inside of her, fucking her hard and fast with it before lapping and slurping at her again.

"Fuck! Yes! YES! Oh fuck… That's it, baby… Just like that… Fuck me JUST like that… MMMMM… You're SO fucking good, Mac!" she praised.

She started to pant, her eyes never leaving his as she bit her bottom lip and gave a loud, long moan. She tipped her head back a bit and her hands roamed up her stomach, cupping her breasts and squeezing at them. She tugged at her nipples with her thumbs and index fingers, whining and rocking faster against his face.

He growled against her and she was quick to look back down at him. He dipped his tongue inside of her and swirled it around, purring against her, and she cried out in pleasure. Was he demanding that she keep her eyes on his face? She'd test that little theory.

She let her eyes drift shut, moaning, "Uhn! Fuck, Mackie… Oh, baby, that's it… Fuckin' do it to me… OHHH YES!"

He snarled and eased his tongue out of her that time.

She whimpered and looked down at him, finding his eyes glaring up at her as he snapped, "Fuckin' look at me when I eat this pussy, bitch!"

She smirked down at him and purred, "What's the matter, Mackie? You wanna know it's you I'm thinkin' about?"

He snarled at that and gently bit down on one of her pussy lips as a warning. But it had the opposite effect on her. She gasped, her hips jerking towards his face. His eyes widened at that and she smirked down at him.

She slowly ran her hands back up her body, cupping and squeezing and kneading at her breasts, moaning and rocking against his face as she asked, "You wanna know it's you I'm thinkin' about when I play with my tits? You wanna know that it's you that I imagine suckin' at my nipples and tuggin' with your teeth when I tweak my nipples?"

His eyes grew heavy-lidded and he gave a long, slow flick of his tongue over her wet slit.

"You wanna know it's you I'm thinkin' about when I slid my hand lower…?" she questioned, working one hand down between her firm thighs, "When I rub and stroke at my clit…? When I give it a little pinch and my thighs start ta shake…?"

Mac groaned against her, deep and throaty, the sound rumbling up from deep within his chest, and she knew that he was liking where she was taking this. The vibrations sent shivers racing down her spine and her hips bucked harder against his face. His eyes were fastened to her the fingers she had rubbing and pinching at her clit.

She gave the powerhouse of nerves nestled between her lower lips another gentle pinch and felt her thighs tremble again. She'd always been a little oversensitive when compared to other women. She was "SO responsive", "SUCH a dream", "fucking PERFECT", according to all the men she'd been with. She was easy to work up, quick to respond, and, while she might take a while to get off, she was DAMN worth the wait. She ALWAYS worked hard to please the men that pleased her.

"Baby, no other man can do it like you," Mo told him.

And it was the truth. They couldn't. No other man had been able to affect her like this. No other man had pleased her like this. No other man could make her this wild, this bold, this wicked. No other man could make her melt, make her hormones rage, make her forget about everything but him. She hadn't enjoyed kissing any other man. She hadn't let another man tell her what to do or let him dominate her like she'd let Mac. This was so different, so new to her.

He rewarded her by voicing a snarl against her as plunged his tongue back inside of her, fucking her hard and fast with it. She cried out, rocking her hips harder, arching faster, even as she worked her fingertips in circles over that little bundle of nerves.

She panted, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps as her thighs trembled and she started to whimper.

"Fuck! Fuck, Mac! Oh! Oh, fuck! UHN! UHHHN! Shit! OH!" she moaned, biting at her lip before she added a throaty, "OHHHH, MAC!"

She felt her thighs starting to shake harder, that tension inside of her building up SO tight.

"Fuck!" she cursed, knowing what she had to do, "Mac, baby, stop."

His brows wrinkled in confusion and he eased his mouth away to ask, "Stop? The fuck ya mean 'stop'?"

"You have NO idea how fuckin' good that feels. It's better than ANYTHING I've ever felt in my life," she was quick to reassure him, "But if you don't stop right now, I'm gonna fuckin' cum."

"That's the fuckin' POINT," Mac pointed out.

"No," she said, shaking her head, "That's not fair ta you. I wanna get you off first. Once you get yours, we can work him back up and then you can fuck me. THEN I can get mine before you get yours again."

She wasn't one to let men come first. Hell, sometimes she didn't let the men get theirs at ALL. But Mac sure as HELL deserved it after his performance tonight.

She started to climb off of him but his arms wrapped around her thighs, pulling her right back into place and refusing to let her move, refusing to let her go.

"OH no ya fuckin' don't," he told her, "Yer not fuckin' goin' anywhere. I'm not done here 'til yer comin' against my face, screamin' my goddamn name. Now you stay put and let me fuckin' work."

"But, Mac –," she started to protest.

Her words were cut off when he abruptly wrapped his lips around her clit, lashing his tongue over the sensitive little nub and groaning around it. Her hips stuttered and she felt him bring a hand up to start stroking at her slick slit with a couple fingertips. Then those fingertips were sliding INTO her, curling and rubbing, tapping at that sweet spot inside of her. She gave a loud whine and her hips jerked against his face. He started to trace the fucking alphabet over her clit with that wicked tongue of his and she panted, her hands fisting tight in the comforter as he worked both pleasure centers in her body in perfect rhythm. He wasn't going to show her any mercy. He wasn't going to let up until she came for him.

"M-Mac!" she stuttered, "Mac, please!"

He snarled, shaking his head with the little bundle of nerves still between his lips. She gasped and clenched her teeth shut tight, giving a hiss of pleasure.

He worked his tongue over her clit with every stroke his fingertips rubbed over that rough, spongy patch deep inside of her.

"Mac! M-M-MAC!" she stammered.

Hell she could barely even get one syllable out! What the fuck was he DOING to her? This… This was too much, too intense, too raw. This was coming too fast, coming too strong. This wasn't like anything else she'd ever felt. This was –

And then it hit her. He gave a tug at her clit with his lips even as he gave a harsh snarl and his fingers pressed hard against her g-spot and she came so hard, flying right over the edge like a fucking train coming off the tracks. She gave a strangled shout of pleasure, her whole body shaking, every muscle clenching and releasing, over and over, again and again. He worked his fingers for her, pumping them inside of her to work her through her orgasm, prolonging the waves of ecstasy as she shuddered and her hips stuttered. If he hadn't have had his strong hands on her hips and lower stomach, holding her up, she would've fallen right over, face first on the mattress. She was panting hard, her ample chest heaving with every breath she took, and the sweat was dripping down her body. Her heart was slamming against her rib cage and her whole damn body felt like one big pile of Jell-O.

-=Mac=-

"Nobody…" he heard her whisper as he eased his mouth away from her, "Nobody but you…"

Her words made something inside of him tighten. Something inside of his chest.

He gazed up at her and found her looking down at him, her hands braced on the bed and her breasts swaying from the position she was now in, leaning over him slightly. Her skin sparkled when she moved this way or that and the light hit her just right, glistening from the thin sheen of sweat that coated her body and sparkling from whatever shit she'd put on that night. It must've been whatever it was that she was wearing that had made her smell so damn delicious. And, as much as he would've LOVED to lick and suck her clean but he knew that it'd be so much easier to slide right into that hot, juicy pussy if he left her all slick and wet.

So he eased her up off of him and told her, "Gotta get up, darlin'."

He didn't miss the little pout that curled at those full lips upon hearing his words.

He just chuckled and reassured her, "If ya think I'm done with ya yet, yer either crazy or yer fuckin' high."

She giggled at that and climbed off of him, curling her legs up next to her and resting one hand on the bed as she asked, "Whatcha wanna do ta me, Big Mac?"

He wiped his face, licking as his hand and arm to get all of her juices off of his skin. He didn't want to miss a fucking drop. She was too damn delicious, too fucking addicting to pass that shit up.

"I'm gonna fuck that wet pussy's what I'm gonna fuckin' do," he answered, "Damn it, I worked all that cream outta there. I made it as wet as the fuckin' ocean. So, by damn, I'm gonna fuck it."

Her eyes drifted shut for a few seconds and he didn't miss the way her thighs clamped tighter together. So his words had gotten to her? Well good.

"Ya sure ya don't want me ta ride your dick?" Mo questioned, her eyes fastened to his face as he got up onto his hands and knees, "Or I could suck your cock?"

"NOPE," he answered, popping the P, "I let ya ride my fuckin' face. So I'M gonna fuckin' rail the SHIT outta that pussy. Now lay down. Head on the pillow, legs spread wide, wet pussy showin'. Get on it."

She giggled and leaned in to steal a brief but smoldering kiss from him, moaning as she tasted herself in his mouth and on his tongue and lips. He LOVED that she loved the taste of herself on his tongue and in his mouth. It mad his already almost-unbearably-hard cock EVEN harder for her, crossing the border from nearly-painful to aching for release.

She gave his bottom lip a light little tug between her lips before letting him go and crawling up the bed to lie down on her back, spreading those tanned, toned legs for him and giving him a peek at her pussy. It was still all nice and wet for him, ready for the taking. And fuck if he wasn't going to take it.

He licked his lips and looked up at her, asking, "You got a fuckin' condom?"

God knew the world didn't need any little mini-Macs running around. And he SURE as shit wouldn't have the patience or tolerance for that shit.

She shook her head and said, "I'm on the pill. Been on it since I was 16."

He nodded to her. That was good enough for him.

"You clean?" she asked, surprising him.

A bitch had NEVER asked him that.

"This is the first time I haven't used a condom in YEARS," he answered honestly.

While he wasn't exactly picky or choosy about the bitches he fucked, he wasn't COMPLETELY stupid. He might've been a sex freak and he usually fucked when he was high but he was a SMART sex freak, by damn. He ALWAYS wrapped his cock before slipping into the pink. The LAST thing he needed was a diseased dick, a fucking baby to support, or a baby mama to deal with. Mac didn't need any of that shit.

She nodded and he questioned, "You?"

She nodded in response and replied, "I'm like you. First time I haven't used a condom in years. I always make sure he wraps it before he taps it."

He nodded this time. And it was settled.

Mac crawled up her body and brought his lower half down onto hers, resting his weight on his left hand as he flattened it out on the bed to support himself. His right hand roamed down to his cock and he wrapped his fist around it, stroking once, twice. Then he guided it to her slick entrance. He groaned, his eyes drifting shut even as his jaw clenched and his nostrils flared. She was fucking SOAKED. She was hot too, ready and willing.

He bit his bottom lip as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down over her wet slit, making sure both of them were properly lubed up. She moaned, bucking her hips towards him in an attempt to try to get him to slip inside. But Mac wanted to make sure they were both ready. He wasn't stupid. He knew that most men weren't hung like he was. Hell he was 8 inches hard and thick enough that women couldn't wrap their fist completely around his dick. And he was harder now than he'd EVER been before in his life. So yeah. He wanted to make sure he went in smoothly.

When he finally thought they were ready, he positioned the broad head of his cock right at her hot little hole and rested both hands on the bed on either side of her biceps, supporting his weight. He gave one quick, hard thrust and she gasped, her head tipping back on the pillow and her hands coming up to clutch at his back, her nails digging into his shoulder blades slightly.

"Fuck!" Mo cursed, "I knew you were big but DAMN!"

He gave a long, low groan in response. FUCK she was tight. He knew he was stretching her. There was no doubt about it.

"You done this before?" he asked her, looking down at her.

"Plenty of times," she informed him, "But never with a guy THIS big."

He smirked at that, taking great pride in that little fact. Oh he could tell from the way she was having to stretch and adjust to his cock that she hadn't fucked a man that was hung like he was. That much was obvious. But hearing her say it, hearing her admit it, that was even better. He wasn't going to lie though, he was glad that he wasn't her first. Virgins could be fun at times, knowing that he was their first often gave a man a sick sense of pride about being the first to claim her pussy. But, they had NO idea what the fuck they were doing and they often made for the worst fuck. They had to be trained. Mac wanted experienced bitches, bitches that could at least TRY to keep up with him.

The red-headed bombshell beneath him brought her long, slender legs up around his slender hips, wrapping them around his waist and locking them at the base of his spine. She gave him a firm squeeze, her toned thighs clenching around him, even as her walls tightened around his cock and then released. He growled, his hips giving a harsh, sudden buck and shoving his dick deeper inside of her. She got a tighter grip on his shoulder blades and her hips rocked up to meet his even as a deep, throaty moan spilled from those full, sensual lips. He saw that her eyes were closed and he didn't like that. He wanted her to watch him, wanted to make sure it was HIM she was thinking about while he fucked her.

Mac eased his hips back before slamming into her hard, his balls slapping against her ass.

"Open yer fuckin' eyes!" he demanded, "Ya fuckin' look at me when I fuck ya, bitch!"

Those long lashes fluttered and those sapphire orbs peeked up at him.

"Fuck, Mac…" she purred, "Do it to me, baby. Fuckin' do it. Let me have it."

Mac smirked down at her. She wanted it hard, huh? He could fucking do that.

"You like that, ya filthy fuckin' whore? Ya like it when I fuck ya hard? Ya like it when I ram into that pussy?" he practically purred into her ear.

He eased his hips back and slammed into her again, using his hands on the mattress for support. She tugged at his shoulders even as the heels of her feet pressed against his ass, pulling and pushing at him to try to get him to slide deeper. She rocked her hips with every thrust he gave her. He picked up a fast, hard pace, pounding into her.

She leaned up to crush her mouth to his, her tongue fighting with his for dominance before sucking greedily at his tongue and his bottom lip. She gave it a firm nip and Mac's hips gave a harsh jerk. She cried out in pleasure, her nails digging into his skin and her heels pressing firmly against his ass even as her own hips bucked towards his. He grunted, burying his face into her neck as he rutted on top of her.

"YES, baby, yes!" she praised, "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"

Mac gave a growl, bucking hips harder for her, thrusting faster. He was sure she'd have bruises tomorrow from the way his hips kept smacking into her thighs and hips.

"Fuck!" she cried, "Ah! Uhn! UHHHN…! Mmm!"

"Fuck! Yer makin' me fuckin' love ya," he groaned into her ear.

She nipped at his cheek and panted into his ear, sending his testosterone soaring, his adrenaline skyrocketing.

"That all you got?" she whispered into his ear.

Mac lost it. He snarled, leaning down to sink his teeth into the spot where her neck met her shoulder. He brought himself down onto his forearms and then slid his hands underneath of her to find her ass, grabbing it and holding it pressed tight up against him as he fucked her. He'd never taken it this far, never lost all control. He heard the bed squeaking, felt it shaking even as the headboard smacked against the wall. His hips pistoned like a fucking jackhammer, fast and furious. He thrust into her over and over, showing her no mercy.

But the bitch responded better than ANY he'd ever fucked before. She didn't cry. She didn't beg him to stop. She didn't scream and wail. Instead, she shouted praises. She begged him not to stop. She whined and moaned and clung to him tightly. She met him thrust for thrust, surprising the hell out of him. She even leaned up and sank her teeth into his shoulder, her nails biting into his skin as her thighs tightened around him a bit more.

"Yes! YES! Fuck, Mac! FUCK! OH! Oh, come on, baby! Come on, give it to me! Uhn! FUCK! I'm SO close!" Mo moaned, her voice so husky, so full of desire and pleasure.

"That's it, ya dirty little bitch. Take it! Fuckin' TAKE it!" he snarled.

She threw her head back, her back and her hips arching at the same time, and her hard nipples brushed against his firm chest.

"UHN!" she cried, "Uhn! Uhn! OH! Mmm… MMMMM… AH!"

"That's it, bitch. Scream. Fuckin' scream for me," he prompted.

She drew a sharp breath in between tightly clenched teeth and Mac watched as her eyes drifted shut for a few seconds. She was definitely close. And the tightening of her muscles and her grip on him, both with her hands and her thighs, made it impossible for her to deny it. He felt her inner walls start to flutter around his cock in anticipation and he snarled, biting at her cheek and then her neck. He left a pretty impressive hickey on the right side of her neck, choosing to avoid the side with the tattoo, and his grasp on her ass grew tighter.

"Fuck! FUCK!" she cursed.

"That's right. That's what I'm fuckin' doin', darlin'. I'm fuckin' that hot, wet, tight, JUICY pussy… Ugh! It's fuckin' PERFECT, Mo. Yer such a dirty fuckin' bitch. So wet, so tight, so hot fer me," he groaned.

A short, sharp cry of pleasure escaped her lips just before she gave a loud gasp. Then it was all over. She came hard around him in a hot, wet rush, her juices coating his throbbing cock and seeping down onto his balls. Her walls pulsed around him, fluttering as her hips stuttered and jerked against his. Her nails raked down his spine, leaving angry red trails in their wake as his back bowed as the pleasure mixed with pain. Her thighs clamped tight around him like a fucking vice, squeezing the shit out of him. And the noises that spilled from her lips, all those strings of curses with his name slipping out between each one, were like music to his ears. Just one look at the expression on her beautiful face, filled with so much ecstasy, such unadulterated pleasure, he was gone.

His balls couldn't have tucked themselves any closer to his body and they were so hard, so heavy. His cock ached and throbbed, pulsing inside of her quaking pussy. He felt that sizzling sensation work its way up his spine, racing quicker than he'd ever experienced before. It was like a white hot jolt of pleasure when it reached the base of his skull, and he exploded, his hips bucking erratically as he spilled himself inside of her in a hot, wet mess. He roared with his release, voicing a strangled, brutal yell as the first burst left his pulsing cock. His hips jerked until he was spent. Then he collapsed, completely spent, on top of her, white dots dancing behind his closed eyelids. Fuck he'd NEVER come THAT hard before!

His heart was slamming against his rib cage, his breath sawing in and out of him as he laid there, wrapped up tight in her arms and legs, completely enfolded in her body. He couldn't move for a long time.

"FUCK…" he heard her sigh out into his ear even as she snaked one hand up his body to sift her fingers through his damp, shaggy hair.

"FUCK'S right…" he agreed between pants.

She pressed a few kisses to his face, absently kissing him here or there. She kissed his cheek, the spot beside the corner of his eye, his forehead, his temple. She was still panting but she used her other hand to slowly trail a couple fingertips up and down the ridge of his spine, sending shudders racing up and down his spine. She used one foot to slide her toes up and down along the back of his leg while her other leg remained wrapped tight around him, holding him close to her.

"Mmm… I don't think I've EVER been fucked like that before…" Mo purred, nibbling at his earlobe and sucking on it between giving little nibbles.

Mac gave a groan and buried his face in the crook of her neck, not used to the displays of affection and not quite sure how he felt about having them dealt out on him. He smirked when he saw the hickey he'd left on her neck and his hands roamed from her ass up to her shoulder blades, holding her upper body close to him. He loved the sensation of her breasts pressed up against him, her hard nipples brushing against his firm chest.

"Yer lucky we didn't break the fuckin' bed," he told her.

"Guess we'll just hafta try harder next time," she teased, her nails gently scratching at his scalp as her hand on his back stilled, resting at the middle of his spine.

Her toes continued to tease along the back of his leg and Mac voiced a little purr, leaning his head into her touch. That form of affection he DIDN'T mind, not in the SLIGHTEST little bit. He'd never admit to it but he QUITE enjoyed it.

She squirmed beneath him a little and he eased his head out of its little hiding place where it had been buried in the crook of her neck.

"Whazza matter?" he questioned, his brain already beginning to grow foggy as the drowsiness started to kick in.

"You're growin' soft in there," she pointed out, "Feels like I'm pissin' myself 'cause all the… STUFF is leakin' out."

He chuckled at that and set his hands on the bed on either side of her. She let her legs fall from around his waist and he eased out of her. They both groaned in disappointment, immediately missing the sensation of being nestled inside and being filled.

He rolled over onto his side and she pressed a quick kiss to his lips, stating, "I'll be RIGHT back. Don't move a fuckin' MUSCLE."

She slid out of bed, not bothering with any clothes, and headed for the bathroom. A couple minutes later, Mac heard the toilet flush and then the sink started to run. When she came back, she was smiling.

"It's nice ta be fuckin' fresh again," Mo joked, "I'm still gonna hafta take a shower before I feel 100% but I'm too damn worn out for that shit right now."

He nodded and she inquired, "What about you? I think I can help getcha all clean."

He was just about to ask how when she climbed onto the bed and gently pushed at his shoulder, rolling him over onto his back. She hunched over him and he cried out, his hands fisting in her hair, as she started to lick and suck at his balls. She drew first one of them into her mouth, sucking and working her tongue over the heated flesh, before releasing it and turning her attention to the other one. Mac gave a deep, guttural groan, rocking his hips towards that wicked little mouth of hers.

When she thought they were thoroughly-cleaned, she moved onto his cock, starting with the head. Mac grunted and his hands fisted tighter in her hair as he flicked at the slit before swirling her tongue around and around the broad head. She gave long, slow sucks on the head before sliding her mouth down on his shaft. He couldn't stop the sharp buck of his hips as he felt her slide that warm, wet mouth down on him. He watched as her cheeks hollowed and then filled again as she sucked on his cock, watching as it appeared and disappeared from those full, sensual lips. Those lips were fucking perfect, so soft and warm. They looked SO fucking good wrapped around his cock. And they felt even better than they looked. She licked and sucked as much of his shaft as she could reach before easing her head back and licking and sucking around the last couple inches at the base. Mac smirked to himself as he noticed the dark red stains her lipstick left behind. It was smeared on his face from their kisses and now it was smeared on his dick from her sucking him clean.

When she finally eased her mouth away from him, she had a huge grin on her face and she announced, "There. ALL clean."

Mac released her hair, groaning in disappointment and frustration as he threw his head back against the pillow in defeat.

"Relax, Mackie," she told him, slowly working her hands and fingers up over his trim stomach, over the dips and ridges of his abs, and on up to his firm chest, "I'll suck that monster cock someday. Maybe next time we get together. I'm not done with you yet."

A slow, sure grin spread across his face at that.

"Good," he retorted, "'Cuz I ain't finished with you yet either."

Lyrics from the Song:

Everything I Want to Do by Nickelback

What'd you think, huh? Good? Bad? Ugly? You want Chapter 3? There will be 2 new mystery characters introduced into that one – more plot, I know. But there will be PLENTY more smut where this came from. With the M&Ms being sex freaks and all… Well I can GUARAN-fucking-TEE that you haven't seen the last of a naked Mac or a naked Mo. So, if you'd like to read more, you know what to do. Hit me up. Shoot me a private message or a review and give me all the juicy details. Tell me what you loved. Tell me what you hated it. Just tell me SOMETHING. No news to a writer is NOT good news. It's bad news. So don't leave me hanging if you wanna read more! Or I might just have to sick Mac on you. *gives a devilish little grin*