“Yes,” Maddox hisses into my ear when my pussy tightens around his fat cock. I shudder and shake while chanting his name on repeat. “That’s it. Right-fucking-there. Grip my cock with your tight little pussy like your lips will when you suck me off for the first time.”
His dirty mouth turns me on more than I ever thought possible. It extends my orgasm, dragging it out from a three-second shudder to a thirty-second shake.
“Oh… ah… I need… a minute,” I breathe through the brutal tremors lighting up every inch of my skin.
“All right.” Not speaking another word, Maddox rolls us over until I’m straddling his lap, and his back is resting on the headboard I pierced my nails through earlier.
Having his deliriously handsome face directly in front of me doubles the tingles low in my stomach. His hair is flopped to one side, his cheeks are red from the brutal fucking he’s hit me with the past forty minutes, and the bumps in his midsection are more noticeable since he’s panting as hard as me. He’s downright sexy, and I could climax from just looking at him.
Maddox waits for my eyes to return to his face before he says with a grin, “Show me what you’ve got. Wow me with that fantastic body of yours.”
The unwanted attention I got throughout high school reveals I didn’t miss out in the looks department, but I’ve never felt as sexy as I do right now. Maddox is looking at me like he can’t see the marks on my face. Like I’m beautiful, unflawed, and very much craved.
His admiration pushes me out of my comfort zone. It has me rising to my knees until the tip of his erect cock nestles in the folds of my drenched sex and has me watching every thought that passes through his head when I slowly sink back down.
I’m raw and open, emotional and moved, and smiling like a naïve fool, and so is Maddox.
We gel together so well. I feel closer to him now than I did when he held me while I cried. It’s a beautiful moment I’ll cherish for a lifetime.
I rise and fall on Maddox’s impressive cock another three times before he grips my hips to stabilize my sways. That’s how much his heated watch shatters my resistance. I’m on the verge of climax again after only a handful of grinds.
“Take your time, Demi,” Maddox pushes out with a moan when the clenching of my cervix demands me to go faster. “There ain’t nowhere more important we need to be right now than here.”
I nod slowly, my breathing shallow. “It feels so good.”
“It does,” Maddox agrees after adjusting the girth of his thighs so I can sink even lower. I take him to the very root, moaning when my low grind causes our pelvises to touch. The buzz it bestows on my clit is dangerously delicious.
“Good. So, so good. More.” Full sentences are beyond me right now. I can barely breathe, let alone hold a conversation.
Bursts of pleasure shoot through me when Maddox follows my husky command by cupping one of my breasts in his hand. When he tweaks my nipple, it sends delightful zaps straight to my clit. The moans they produce convince me I’m having an out-of-body experience. You can’t logically feel this good and not be floating toward heaven.
We’re not fucking. Our pace is much slower. More controlled. I’m not being pushed toward the edge of insanity with the brutality I’m accustomed to. I’m being cherished. Loved. I’ve never felt more wanted and protected in my life.
I’ve also never been so sated.
When I bite my lip, struggling to keep my expression neutral, Maddox gently tugs it free from my teeth. “You’re going to hurt yourself if you don’t be careful.”
While rocking against him, I moan out the reply I was meant to keep in my head. “Too late.”
Something flares through Maddox’s eyes. It isn’t lust, covetousness, or any of those other things you’d expect to see while making love. It’s protective, materialistic, and proves, without a doubt, he doesn’t just want to save me from my uncle, he’s willing to become him if it’s the only way he can keep me safe.
15
Maddox
Have you ever smoked a joint laced with so much shit, the toxins have you believing your high will never end? You’re up there, lounging on a cloud, certain you’re destined for better things, then you start freefalling back to earth without warning. The crash is fucking brutal. It swears you off drugs for weeks and has you considering enrolling in Sunday school.
That’s kind of how I feel now.
Last night was—I don’t have words to explain it. It exceeded anything I could have imagined. We didn’t fuck until the spark between us simmered to a respectable level. We threw a ton of gasoline on it and turned it into an inferno. We made love. Kissed. Groped. Fucked. We did it all. Then, just as exhaustion started to hit, we went back for round two.
It was perfect. Demi was perfect, but now I’m sitting here, glaring at the landline phone, willing it to ring. Agent Moses said he needed until midday to work out a solution for Demi’s predicament. It’s now 1:14 p.m.
Since he’s as old school as they come, some shit about not being able to pinpoint landline calls as easily as cell phones, I’m in the living room of the cabin instead of catching up on missed sleep with Demi in my room.
I won’t lie. Not all my swollen chest is compliments to how well Demi and I meshed beneath the sheets. I’m also smug as fuck I exhausted her to the point she’s sleeping in today of all days. There’s a big-ass clock above her head. We only have hours until it detonates, yet she’s in my bed, faintly snoring like she has the world at her feet.
I love that I’ve given her that small moment of peace. I doubt she’s had one in a while.
“Still nothing?” Caidyn walks into the living room like he hasn’t been eyeballing me like a freak for the past hour and fifteen minutes.
I shake my head. “Do you think I should call him? Push him along?” This is just like Agent Moses. If you don’t constantly prod him, he gets nothing done.
“From what you’ve told me, it couldn’t hurt,” Caidyn answers with a shrug.
I tried to keep things basic between us when we spoke last night. I wanted his focus on Demi, not me, but Caidyn is smarter than he looks. He told me I was playing with fire, explicitly stated not to cry to him when I get burned, then shifted his focus back to Demi. He isn’t awarded all the girls’ attention because he’s a tyrant. They love his sensitive side, and taking care of a beaten woman brings it out tenfold.
“What are you looking for?” he asks when my hunt for my phone and wallet comes up empty-handed. I could have sworn I left them on the side table next to the sofa.
“I don’t have Agent Moses’s number memorized. He changes it more often than Saint pulls his signature move.” I groan about how much of an idiot I am before I crank my neck to the hallway leading to my room. “I left my wallet in my trousers. His new number is in there.”
“I’ll grab it,” Caidyn says, believing he’s being helpful. “Then you can maintain your stalk of the landline.”
“Ah... that’s not a good idea.” I jump up from the single sofa. “Demi isn’t wearing any pants.” My last four words are barely whispers.