I’ve been eaten out before, but it was with the guy who took my virginity without breaking the seal, and it was nothing like this. This feels so good, I rock back and forth instead of being embarrassed the first time Maddox saw my pussy was from me shoving it in his face.
My cheeks grow warm as the panties I’m holding to the side slip in the damp conditions. My self-control is running out. I’m about to come.
“Do it, Demi,” Maddox suggests like he’s truly tapped into my inner-workings. “Come hard and fast on my face.”
The gravelly deliverance of his words forces me to grip the headboard in a white-knuckled hold. Maddox keeps my soaked panties in place with one hand before he uses the other to pull me down lower on his face. I almost vault off the bed when his teeth graze my clit. He eats me like he’s starved, and after several perfectly placed licks, jabs, and tugs, I have no choice but to respond to the intensity brewing in my stomach.
When I come with a mangled groan, I try to close my legs, but since Maddox’s head is wedged between them, I can’t. The knowledge has me shrieking even louder. I arch my back as tingle after tingle hits my pussy. The crush of my senses is almost overwhelming. I shudder and shake and chant Maddox’s name in a high-pitch, desperate scream as if he’s a god. And he laps up every damn scream with big, hearty licks before he makes me come all over again.
13
Maddox
I went into the bathroom with good intentions and high morals. When I carried Demi out, I thought I had left them sitting in the toilet. I should have trusted Demi more than that. She isn’t riding my face because she feels obligated, she’s doing it because she wants to, it feels good, and she’s forgotten all about the shitstorm that rained down on her last night.
She may even be doing it because she’s wanted this for as long as I have.
It’s amazing how free you feel when you stop leaving things to chance.
“Nuh-uh,” I murmur against Demi’s swollen clit when she attempts to hook one of her wobbly legs over my head. I’ve made her come twice, beads of sweat are rolling down her chest, but I’m not close to being finished. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I’m not a religious man, but I have words with God for the second time tonight when Demi replies, “I want to return the favor.”
“Return the favor? Nah. You’ve contributed more than your share.” I’m not lying. I am so desperate to taste her again, I’m clawing at her thighs in desperation, hating that her delectable pussy is inches above me instead of being squashed against my mouth. “How about you respread those legs and let go again?”
When her thighs stop hugging my ears, a confident sign she’s happy with my plan, I bunch her soaked panties in my hand, then tug them away from her sinfully sexy body.
“I’ll buy you another pair,” I grunt in confirmation when her moan comes out strangled. She could be turned on by my aggression, but I don’t want to risk the chance the thud of my pulse in my ears has me mistaking an annoyed groan as a moan.
After dumping the cotton material on top of the dress that almost caused me to have a coronary last night, I say, “Lower onto my mouth again. Bring that sweet pussy to my lips.”
My thick voice exposes how badly I’m dying to feast on her again. It would be quicker if I rolled her over, spread her thighs, then delved my head between her legs, but that also means I’d be taking all the control.
I can’t do that.
I need to know Demi is here because she wants to be. A woman not in control of her life wouldn’t straddle my head as if it was a seat.
“That’s it. Right fucking there.”
As a smell I can see me becoming obsessed with fills my nostrils, I curl my arms around Demi’s ass, kneed the bouncing globes of flesh with my hands, then tug her forward so I don’t have to kink my neck to spear my tongue inside her pussy.
I fuck her with my tongue, grind the tip of my nose into her clit, and double the buzzes hitting the nervy bud with my teeth for the next several minutes.
She’s so fucking sensitive, her third orgasm arrives even quicker than her first two.
As a simpering growl rolls through her, she tries to burrow her dripping sex into my face. She makes the cutest sounds when she comes. They’re not quite grunts, but they’re a step or two above wanton moans.
When she says my name in a husky grunt, announcing her climax is coming to an end, the room commences spinning. I’d give anything to keep her pussy attached to my mouth for eternity, but the amount of time we spend in our blissful bubble isn’t up to me. Col hung a bomb above Demi’s head. The timer is ticking down, and I have no fucking clue where he’s hidden the detonator. If I want to eat Demi’s pussy more than once, I need to man the fuck up and protect her how she deserves to be protected.
After rolling off my sweat-slicked body, Demi flops onto a set of pillows I’ll never look at without smiling. She’s exhausted, but her eyes remain on me when I enter the bathroom to gather a washcloth and towel.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask while placing a warm washcloth between her legs. My hunger to eat her had the prickles on my chin scratching the sensitive parts of her body. The skin between her pussy and her ass is almost raw.
Demi smiles in a way I’ll never forget. “No. It was perfect.”
When her twinkling eyes lower to the monster dick in my sleeping pants, I give it a hard squeeze, begging for him to calm down. I already took it one step too far tonight. I can’t take another. Not only would I be lectured by my parents for the next six years, I’m reasonably sure my siblings would teach me a lesson with their fists.
I can hold my own, but it’s always harder when it’s four against one.
Glen learned that the hard way.
Once I have the smears of arousal cleared from Demi’s wickedly sexy pussy, I nudge my head to the bathroom. “Do you want to shower before you sleep? Or are you good to wait until daylight hours to scrub my aftershave from your skin?”
“Shower?” Demi asks, clearly confused. “I thought we were going to… you know.”
Fuck me, this woman is adorable when she’s nervous. Not even her battered face can detract from that. She’s pure fucking dynamite. Small yet explosive, and oh-so-fucking sexy.
After wiping the hope from my tone, I reply, “You thought we were gonna fuck?”
I’m a prick for smiling when she bobs her head, but I can’t help it. It’s either smile or bang my chest like a neanderthal. I went for the one that wouldn’t make me look like a dickhead.
The worry in Demi’s eyes clears away when I say, “I wasn’t lying when I said I can’t multitask. The whole time I was kissing your pussy, I was thinking about how it tastes as sweet as your mouth, so what will happen when I stuff my cock inside of you…” I don’t give her a chance to answer. “I’ll be thinking about the time my mouth was on your pussy. I don’t know if I’m ready for that just yet. The first time I put my dick inside of you, his undivided attention needs to be on the task at hand. I don’t want to do a Flint.”
“Or a Ramsey,” Demi gabbles out with a giggle.
“Who?” I ask, certain she didn’t just mention another man’s name after riding my face like a carousel at the fair—over and over again.