Twenty-Four
Maddie
I didn’t deserve the passion I felt with him pressed against me. Being a taker of sorts, I ignored my guilt and dove head first into lust. It was the only thing that could burn away my thoughts.
“You smell so good,” Gavin murmured, his handsome face pressed to the side of my neck. “Like vanilla and roses.”
“So poetic.” I smiled and ran my fingers through his hair as a moan escaped me. The tight grip he had on my ass felt so good, so right.
“Hush. Pain my ass.” I could feel him smiling, and it warmed me. He laid me down on the bed and reached up, running his strong hands up my sides before cupping my breasts over my bra and squeezing. “You look so good. Like a princess.”
I snorted and arched my back, reaching back to undo my bra as he leaned over and kissed up my stomach. “I’m thinking more the evil queen.” I ignored the nerves bubbling up inside of me. I should have denied him access to my body, but I was falling in love. If I wasn’t already there.
“Thank you for helping me with my mother.” He brushed his thumbs over my pert nipples before pressing himself to the front of me and sucking one deep into his mouth.
“Promise me you won’t thank me again? Please?” I whispered and gripped the back of his head, holding him in place as he worshiped my breast.
His strong fingers slid in between us, the back of them rubbing across my pussy, playing with me as I twitched beneath him. “Not happening.” He pressed against the wet center of me, playing with me in a way that had me itching for penetration. Some part of me wanted to beg, but I remembered he hated beggars.
“Get a condom. I want you inside of me.” I leaned down a little and kissed him as I stroked the side of his face. He tasted like mint and lust. I opened my mouth and invited him in, sucking on his tongue and emulating the sex I wanted so fucking bad.
He pressed up and flattened me to the bed, his body so big and heavy. Strong chest muscles flattened my breasts and made it almost hard to breathe. If I had to be suffocated, he was the best way to go out. I loved it.
“You’re so bossy even though I’ve warned you to stop it. You don’t listen well. You know that?” His eyebrow lifted, and I could almost see the faint hint of a smirk lifting the side of his perfect mouth.
I bit my lip and nodded, my eyes widening and he moved back to his knees and tugged me down toward him. “What are you doing?”
“Whatever I want to do.” Lust burned through his gaze as he reached down and slipped his fingers into the side of my panties, turning his hand to rub the pad of his fingers along my entrance. He tapped my center, popping his finger in and out no more than an inch. The pressure felt so good, but I wanted more. I was a greedy bitch. Surely he remembered.
I moved to my elbows and cried out as he finally pressed a thick finger inside of me. “Another one,” I cried out. “I want another one.”
He nodded and smiled. “I’m aware of what you like, Maddie. Relax and let me have you.” He pressed another inside of me, fucking me so slow it hurt. The soft bump of his fist against the soft skin just beneath my pussy as he pressed his fingers deep inside of me left my heart racing, my nerves on edge.
I tried to catch my breath as he watched me watching him. He reached back and pulled his shirt off with his free hand before hovering back over the top of me for a long kiss. The firm press of his tongue inside of my mouth combined with his fingers drilling into me, opening me up, owning me was more than I could handle.
“I’m going to come,” I moaned against his lips.
“Such a good girl.” He smiled and licked at my mouth as he picked up the pace on his fingers. “I can hear how wet you are. Feel it. Smell it.” He breathed in deeply as his eyes darkened.
“Shit,” I cried out as my stomach contracted. The world exploded, pleasure consuming me as I dropped to my back and gripped the sheets. I lifted my hips, milking his offering for all it was worth as my orgasm continued to blow me apart.
“Wow. That was fucking hot.” He leaned down and kissed me as he petted my pussy for a few more seconds. “Get on your hands and knees for me. I like to grab your hair.”
I mumbled my response and rolled onto my side as waves of pleasure raced through my core. So far beyond good. The man knew exactly how to beckon me to yearn after him. He would be the center of my fantasies for a long time to come.
“Hands and knees, Maddie,” he barked out.
I rolled over and moaned softly as I forced myself to the position he wanted. I shuffled back until my feet dropped off the side of the bed, and within seconds, he had the thick head of his cock pressed against my opening.
A whimper left me as one of his hands raced up my back into my hair, the pressure of his fingers against my skin leaving chill bumps in their wake.
“Someone needs a good, long fuck.” He pressed in a little and paused as his breathing got off.
“Me,” I whined and pushed back, sliding down the full length of his cock. He stretched me open, which pulled at my clit and sent my head spinning again. “Fuck.”
“Exactly,” he whispered and slid out of me before setting a pace that had my ass bouncing against his stomach and the bed shaking from the strength of his thrusts. I reached between my legs and fingered my clit as he pulled hard on my hair and rode me until the room exploded in bright lights.
I heard him urging me on somewhere in the distance, but the haze around me was too thick. I was so close to approaching my third orgasm when he stopped, stiffened behind me. His grip turned rough, biting into my skin.
“Don’t stop. I’m so close.” I glanced back to find him locked in his own orgasm. So hot.
Not one to give up an opportunity, I undulated my hips forward and moved down to my elbows on the bed, stroking his thick cock until my own orgasm him. I rode him through it as he groaned and grunted behind me.
The minute I stopped, I collapsed on my stomach on the bed, and he pulled out, running his hand down the back of my leg. “I’ll be right back. You want water?”
“Please?” I crawled up into the bed and slipped under the sheets, turning and pressing my face against his pillow before breathing in deeply. The scent of him buried in my lungs was almost as good as him buried inside of my body.
“Here.” He paused beside the bed and handed me a towel. “Clean up.”
I took it and cleaned up the evidence of our sex before accepting the bottle of water he’d been drinking. I finished it and pulled the covers up toward my neck as he watched me.
“What? You want me to go to the couch?” I sat up. “I can.”
“No. Not at all.” He set the bottle down and walked around the bed, his body bare and so far, beyond sexy. How he didn’t have a woman in his bed already was a huge surprise to me. He was the full package deal, the kind of man I could only dream about being with.
I rolled onto my side and curled up, facing him. A million conversation starters ran through my mind, but the minute he laid down, he turned his back to me, and that was it. No goodnight, no snuggles or one last kiss. He gave me just what I deserved.
Nothing.