Melancholy

Then he stops, pulling his fingers out and removing his mouth. He stands, steadying me with one hand while the other strokes his cock, preparing it. “You’re goin’ to come around my cock,” he breathes. “Not my fingers.”

I stare at the thick length, then back at the blue eyes I trust so much. He reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out a condom, tearing the packet with his teeth and rolling it down his length. He doesn’t take his eyes off mine, and I know he can see how nervous I am.

“It’s gonna burn, baby,” he says, lifting my leg and putting it around his hip. “But it won’t burn for long.”

I nod, biting my lower lip as he gently pushes up. His head probes my opening, encouraging it to take him. I close my eyes, terrified after my last ordeal. Maddox is gentle, though, pushing in slowly. His entire body is straining, and I know it’s hard for him, but he doesn’t hurry it up.

My pussy stretches around his length, burning and protesting as he fills me deeper. “I’m in, honey,” he rasps. “Fuck. You’re so fuckin’ tight.”

I open my eyes and stare at him. He looks so incredible, looming over me. I stare down at our bodies, joined for the first time, and my heart warms. I didn’t realize until this moment just how much I’ve wanted this. Maddox slowly pulls out, sending a fresh burst of pain through my body, before sliding back in. He does this over and over, so slowly, so beautifully, until finally I grip his arms, my breath coming out in short bursts.

“F-f-f-fuck me.”

He makes a low, throaty sound and gradually picks up the pace, thrusting his hips in and out, warming me, filling me. I whimper, my fingernails sliding into the flesh on his shoulders as I tilt my pelvis up to take him deeper. Our moans tangle together, increasing as his hips thrust harder and faster.

Until finally, he’s fucking me.

And God, does Maddox fuck good. His big powerful body is overwhelming in the best way, surrounding me, all hot and hard. His muscles flex as he moves his hips so skillfully it sends me climbing higher and higher, my body burning for more. His mouth is everywhere—on my throat, on my nipples, and his finger is on my clit, rubbing and stroking.

“Maddox,” I cry out. “Oh God. Yes.”

“Hang on for me, baby,” he rasps. “Hang on.”

He fucks me harder. His fingers on my hips will no doubt leave bruises. His cock swells inside me, and he barks out, “Now, come now.”

I was already there before the last word left his lips. I come hard, so hard my world goes white for just a moment. I’ve never felt something so incredible in all my life. My pussy hugs his dick, clenching and unclenching, milking his cock. His bellows are deep and throaty, the veins on his neck bulging as he releases into me.

I come down from my high first, dropping my head into his chest. My God, that was everything I ever dreamed and more. He runs his hand down my back softly, before slowly pulling out of me. “You hurtin’?” he croaks, his voice husky.

I shake my head, even though I am a little sore.

“You’re a bad liar,” he murmurs, pulling the condom off and tying it, before throwing it in a nearby trash can. “Come on, lets get you cleaned up.”

He takes my hand, pulling me close to him. His lips rest on my forehead for a moment before he helps me get dressed. We walk up the stairs and towards the bathroom, where I get undressed all over again. I’m not complaining though, not even a little bit.

Because I spend the next half an hour running my hands all over Maddox’s hot, wet body.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

2014 - Santana

I sleep in Maddox’s bed that night, his arms wrapped around me, his soft breath against my ear. By morning, my body is stiff and sore. My knees and hands hurt, but I’ve had worse. I realize when I roll, that Maddox is no longer beside me. Sitting up, I glance at the time, it’s past ten a.m.—I must have slept longer than I’d thought.

I throw my legs out of the bed, and dress myself. Then I make my way down the stairs, throwing my hair up in a messy ponytail. The moment I reach the bottom, I stop, and my cheeks heat. We have visitors, and I’m in Maddox’s shirt, panties . . . and nothing else. Everyone at the table turns when they hear me, and my cheeks grow warmer.

Maddox, Mack, Krypt, Tyke, Ash and two of the old ladies from the club, Indi and Petra. Maddox grins lazily as his eyes rake over my outfit. I’m glad he finds this amusing. I wave lamely. “Ah . . . hi. I didn’t know . . . I mean . . .”

Mack laughs, loud and boisterous. I shoot him a glare.

“You are fresh fucked, chante, and nothin’ you can say will hide that.”

I cross my arms, but say nothing.

Maddox stands and walks over, wrapping his big arms around me and pulling me up to his mouth. My feet dangle as his lips crash down over mine, and he kisses me with such ferocity I lose my breath. I’m dizzy by the time my feet hit the floor again. I grin up at him. “Good morning to you, too.”

He lets me go and leads me back to the table, pulling me down on his lap. “So,” I begin. “What’s with the family gathering?”

Mack is still grinning at me. Krypt isn’t. His face is a hard mask, and it immediately worries me. “Krypt, is everything okay?”

He turns to me, piercing me with those devastating eyes. “Fine.”

“You don’t look fine . . .”

“She’s right,” Ash says, staring at her man. “You don’t look fine.”