Her slim throat. Her scars…
Her juicy ass. Damn it. And now, I was hard.
My hand drifted down to my dick. I gripped the base and squeezed my length, before stroking myself once, twice, and then my dick jerked, as I added more pressure. My hand glided around my dick, easily, and I hissed, as the pressure grew, my hardness growing thicker in my palm. I fisted my cock tightly.
I was assaulted with every image of Lila. Her sexy grin, as she laid on the bed and legs spread open for me. I imagined Lila on all fours, ass in the air. That was the thing about imagination. You could turn it into anything you wanted.
In my head, I cupped her ass and squeezed. Slid my thumb between those two pale, juicy globes and caressed her tight, little hole. My balls grew tight and heavier between my legs. I pumped my throbbing dick harder, as I conjured up the filthiest scene in my head.
She fights me.
Because she knows I want it.
She moans, louder. Her hips jerking, as I pinch her clit between my thumb and forefinger. She whimpers, as I drag her wetness between her ass cheeks, coating that hole with her own juices, using it as lubrication. She already came once, squirted all over my arms and chest, before she started crying and begging for my cock.
“Such a filthy girl,” I growl in her ear. “Tell me, Baby. Where do you want my fat cock? Do you want to swallow my cum? Or do you want it in your cunt… or maybe you want it dripping out of your little, tight asshole.”
“Please!” Lila cries out louder. Her body starts shaking, as she pushes her ass back against me. “Take me. I’m yours.”
“Fuck yeah. You’re mine. Always have been. Always will be.”
Her asshole clenches, as I spread her cheeks apart, spitting for lubrication. Her breathing becomes harsh, and she pushes her face into the mattress, muffling her moans.
Slowly, I push forward, forcing my thick, hard length inside.
Lila cries out. “Maddox! Oh God!”
She pulses around me, clenching tighter. “It hurts. But oh, oh… please, don’t stop.”
“Good. Because I’m not stopping, until you’re so fucking sore, you can’t walk tomorrow,” I growl. My hard length throbs and aches with the need to fuck her hard and deep, but I remind myself to go gently… slowly…
I thrust forward with gritted teeth and mold my body against hers. I wrap around her, my cock seated fully inside her asshole. She’s stretched to capacity, bearing my thick length inside her. She’s so fucking tight, I can’t breathe. We’re both shaking, sweating… and I’m so fucking destroyed.
Lila Garcia is everything I ever wanted, and she’s mine. Every inch of her.
The fantasy broke apart, as I spurted cum all over my palm, but it quickly washed away. I came with a hiss, and I kept fisting and squeezing my cock, until every last drop was spent.
God, Lila was going to be the death of me. She killed me then and… she still kills me now.
I quickly washed off and walked out, drying myself and wrapping a towel around my waist. I must have passed out, without realizing, because my phone ringing roused me. The digital clock read 11:30PM. Blindly, I reached for my phone.
Bianca. Why was she calling me, instead of knocking on my door? We were literally two rooms apart. Panic flashed through me, and I grew cold. I sat up straight and answered the call. “What is it?”
“The baby is craving mint-chocolate chip ice cream.”
Oh.
Her midnight cravings. “Ice cream?”
She hummed. “Mint-chocolate chip, specifically.”
Mint-chocolate chip…
Lila’s favorite…
I rubbed a hand over my face. “Dairy Queen is probably still open. I’ll see if they have that flavor.”
“Thank you.” I could hear the smile in her voice. I sure as hell didn’t know pregnant chicks were this much work. I hadn’t been prepared for it. The cravings, mood swings, the extra emotional drama.
“Okay,” I said.
She was silent for a second, and I was about to hang up, when she softly called out, “Hey, Maddox.”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you,” she whispered, like we were sharing a secret.
I growled and hung up.
22
Lila
“It’s strange to celebrate Christmas without Maddox,” Gran said. She handed me a cup of hot chocolate, and I reluctantly took it. The moment she started speaking of Maddox, I wanted to run upstairs and hide. They didn’t know that we had broken up… yet.
They knew about Maddox’s father. And so, I let them believe that Maddox was with his parents… hence why he hasn’t visited us… and I haven’t gone to him. Yet.
I only came back to my grandparents’ yesterday. Tonight was Christmas Eve. Maddox used to always spend the night with my family. He’d sleep on the couch (sometimes he’d sneak into my room) and we’d wake up, early in the morning, to open our presents. We’d have breakfast together.
Spending Christmas without him was another reminder of how quickly our relationship went from one hundred to zero.
This would have been our first Christmas as a couple. I grinded my teeth, feeling so hopeless… so helpless…
I remained silent, giving the TV all my attention. The movie ended. My grandparents said their goodnights and went upstairs to their room. The digital clock read 8PM, but they had a habit of going to bed early. Old age, they’d argue.
My eyes landed on the bowl of mixed party chips and loneliness clawed at me. Maddox would always separate my favorite kind from the rest and feed them to me. It’s the little things…
That was what I missed the most.
The little things.
A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. When another knock came, I got up to answer the door. I didn’t know what I expecting, but it was definitely not him.
Agape, I sputtered, “Grayson?”
He looked different. Older, wiser… and a tad more handsome. He now had a beard, was still wearing glasses, and appeared to have gained more muscles. “Hey, can I come in?”
“Um, yeah, sure!” My voice came out squeaky. I haven’t seen him in years. After he broke up with Riley, we lost all contact.
Grayson came inside but stayed by the door. It was then I noticed the file he was holding. “I’ve tried calling Maddox, but he isn’t picking up. This is important and couldn’t be delayed.”
“What is?”
He squinted at me. “You don’t know?”
“Know what?”
“Well, shit,” he muttered under his breath. “This is awkward. I thought he told you already.”
“I haven’t talked to Maddox in weeks.”
His eyes rounded big, and he stared at me, agape. “You’re shitting me, right?”
I put my hands on my hips, glaring up at him. “Do I look like I’m joking?” I hissed.
Grayson raised his hands up, in mock defense. I rolled my eyes and waited for him to continue. He shifted on his feet, suddenly looking less serious and more nervous.
“What is it?”
“I don’t know exactly where to start…”
“Start at the beginning?” I prompted.