“You!” I screamed as he landed another hit on my right cheek.
“So red already, you change colors easily, little demon.”
“Please make me come,” I begged once more, feeling my pussy throb and leak down my thighs.
“You’re making such a mess,” he scolded, ignoring my plea altogether. “Look at how dirty you are.” He dragged his finger to my hole, swiping upward before stalking to the front of me. He brought his finger to my mouth, dragging it across my lips. “Such a little cum slut.”
He pressed his finger between my lips, coating my tongue with my own taste. “Don’t you taste so fucking delectable?” he asked, pressing down on my tongue.
Nodding, I sucked on his finger, tasting myself.
“Damn right you do,” he coaxed, removing his finger before putting it into his own mouth. “A fucking dream.”
Softly, with intention, he trailed his fingertips across my back. Chills broke out all over me, his hands made their way to my ass, and I waited to find out what way he planned on torturing me next.
“Are you my good little whore, Andy?”
I nodded, but he slapped my ass, expecting words. “Yes, I’m your good little whore,” I whimpered.
His tongue grazed my ass cheek, swirling in purposeful movements, stimulating as if he circled my clit. He trailed down, his tongue swirling across my asshole, flicking against the tight flesh.
I moaned as he entered me, spearing inside me while holding my hips with a bruising grip. He pulled out, a low growl in his throat.
“Fuck yourself on my tongue, little demon. Then I’ll reward you with an orgasm.” I didn’t need to be told twice. I pushed my ass back and onto his tongue. We worked in unison, his tongue flexing forward while I thrust backward.
His fingers found their way inside me. Wet sounds smacked as he fucked me in tandem with my own movements. Letting go of my hip, he slid his other hand forward, dragging my messy cum across my clit and rubbing the sweetest slow circles over me.
“Make a fucking mess, little demon. Cover these sheets,” he demanded, fucking into me with his fingers and tongue. He curved for my g-spot, making sure to hit it with every movement and I let go, screaming.
“Madden!” my voice echoed, hoarse with ecstasy and exhaustion. I felt it then, my cum releasing from me, squirting all over the bed and Madden’s handsome face. He didn’t stop his masterful ministrations until the leaking stopped.
“You please me so much, little demon, dirtying my face with your pleasure. So fucking good,” he praised, kissing across my ass all the way to my clit. It throbbed and twitched when his lips chastely touched me.
I flipped over onto my back as he left the bed and came back to me with a warm rag, tapping at my swollen flesh. He dabbed at it, his face full of concentration, the slow and gentle way he took care of me brought me near tears.
“I’m going to shower, little demon. Feel free to stay here or go out there.” I wanted to suggest getting him off, having him fuck me, but the strained way his eyes met mine scared me. It reminded me of people who made mistakes but didn’t realize until it was too late.
He turned, leaving toward the bathroom with the rag he cleaned me with. Before he was out of sight, I noticed the way his erection pressed harshly against his pants.
My heart beat erratically, not knowing what to do. So I cleaned up, got dressed, and took the easy way out.
Chapter Thirty-Six
All Mine – Plaza
Andy
“So, you’re a screamer, huh?” Stony asked with a smirk once I settled into the seat I’d been in earlier. I never wanted to stab someone so much. It was weird hooking up on a plane while others listened. And Madden didn’t even come.
A part of me worried it was because he didn’t want me.
The other part knew he struggled with many demons.
I wanted him.
So fucking much.
“Yeah, not used to one of those?” I taunted, raising an eyebrow. “Figures.”
He opened his mouth while Memphis and Carrig chuckled beside him. “Whoa, I just meant—”
“I knew what you meant. It's not my fault Madden knows how to use his anatomy and apparently you don’t.”
“Burn!” Memphis called out, his face full of amusement. I smiled at him and then watched as Stony grumbled under his breath.
Madden still wasn’t back out here yet. He wanted to shower, and the unease that filled me with made me remember that fateful night five years ago.
Jesse, the man who had fucked me as Madden watched finished and I felt anything but satisfied. He didn’t even last long enough for my g-spot to get any love.
I got up and he was snoring before I could tell him I needed to run to the bathroom. If a dude didn’t give me pleasure, I went to the bathroom, showered, and rubbed one or two out, depending on how riled up I felt.
This time, I wanted to see Madden.
For what reason, I wasn’t sure. My high and drunken mind made me especially irresponsible. For weeks, we’d walk around each other. I watched him get a blowjob in the club a few weeks ago and it made me hot for too many reasons.
None of them were good.
I was supposed to watch him, help him, not lust after him. Whether we were close in age or not, he was my nephew and I was supposed to take care of him, not be a fucking creep and think about fucking him.
I walked past his open door in his room and realized he must’ve gone to shower. Peeking inside, I noticed his head thrown back. As I got closer, I saw him thrusting his dick into his fist, like he was angry at it.
The sight alone was enough to make me leak between my thighs. Men, when they were angry, thrusting into their fist like it was their fault for the raging hormones, it was hot as fuck.
I snuck forward as he grumbled. He wasn’t simply horny here; he was sexually pent-up and frustrated. Something about that was hot as hell.
I went to my knees, crawling to him outside the door, the movement making me wetter with desire. He gripped his cock harder, the force of it looking painful to me. When he started hissing at the contact, I grabbed him.
He stilled above me, his hand frozen and his face in a grimace. He still didn’t open his eyes, though. I took it as acceptance. Before he could protest, I crawled farther, making sure my eyes and his dick were in the same view.
Leaning forward, I gave a proprietary lick, tasting. Fuck. It was too good. He hissed lowly, his body shuddering. The power anyone had on their knees was overwhelming in the best way.
Taking his entire length into my mouth, he literally groaned like a dying animal. The way I could tell he was frustrated made me want to please him more. He tasted of hatred and desire, a potent mixture I wanted to store forever.
I sucked him down, bobbing with purpose, but when I began reaching for his balls, wanting to roll them, he stopped me.
“No touching.”
It was a hiss, a demand, and it held so much power I stopped myself. Instead, I kept my pace, knowing he would like it either way.
He grabbed the back of my head, fisting my hair, then he thrust home. I gagged over him, loving the thought of making him come.
I’d take all of him.
Right now, I’d let him defile me in every fucking way.
My pussy throbbed, the heat inside me spreading between my thighs. I whimpered around his length and his eyes finally met mine.