He lifts me off his lap in one, swift movement, dropping me onto the couch beside him. He turns, shrugging his leather jacket off and tossing it. Then he leans over to me. I put a hand up to stop him. “The shirt,” I breathe. “Take it off.”

With a grin, he lifts the hem of his shirt and discards it quickly. I take a moment to stare at the pure perfection that is Maddox. Ripped abs, tattoos over tight, smooth skin, and ropes of muscle up his long arms leading to thick, God damned edible shoulders and pecks. He’s mouth watering.

I lean forward, pressing my mouth to his skin, letting my tongue slide out to taste him. He growls, throaty and deep, pushing me back. “Who’s leadin’ this party?”

I smile wryly, leaning away. He reaches for me, taking hold of my dress and pulling it up and over my head until I’m in nothing but a G-string and a bra. A low, guttural moan leaves his lips as he studies me. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect.”

I bite my lip as he takes me into his arms, reaching around to unclip my bra. He drops it off and leans back again, staring at my small, but full breasts. His jaw is tight as his eyes graze over my skin, then he leans down, his hand sliding around my back to pull me closer as his mouth captures my nipple.

“Oh God,” I whisper as sensations I’ve never experienced course through my body.

His tongue swirls the tip of my nipple, causing tiny bolts of pleasure to shoot through me and right down to my sex. I whimper, clutching his arms as he devours one nipple, then the other. His other hand slides down to my panties, taking hold of them and ripping them off in one, quick movement.

Oh, my.

His fingers travel over my pubic bone, and he slips a finger into my damp flesh. I cry out as his thick finger finds my clit, gently stroking it. I squirm in his arms, incoherent babbling coming from my lips as he sucks my nipples and makes my entire body come alive in ways I’ve never felt or imagined.

“M-M-M-Maddox,” I cry out.

“Did he make you come?” he growls.

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“No,” I gasp.

“Good. I’m goin’ to.”

He massages my clit softly until little bolts of lightning shoot through my body, erupting like tiny firecrackers. I scream out his name as the most intense, incredible pleasure takes over. I tremble against his body as he shifts me, laying me down onto the couch. Before I’ve even finished shaking, he’s between my legs, lifting my hips and pressing his mouth to my pussy.

Oh, fuck.

“Maddox,” I plead as he breathes over my clit, not licking it, just teasing until it hurts.

“You smell so fuckin’ good, so fuckin’ . . . good,” his voice is strained, like holding back is the hardest, most painful thing he’s ever done.

“Please,” I beg.

“Mmmmm,” he hums against my flesh, and it radiates right to my very core.

Then his tongue dives into my flesh and a scream is ripped from my throat. Oh, nothing has ever felt so amazing. Yes. I arch up as he devours me, his tongue flicking, his lips sucking. He tilts his head to the side, running his tongue up my lips before diving back in, capturing my clit in his teeth and rolling it around.

I come again, shamelessly quick. He pulls back, staring down at me, his mouth glistening with my arousal. God, that’s hot. His jeans are straining with his cock that so desperately wants to be set free. I want to see it like I’ve never wanted to see anything in my life.

“I want . . . I want to see it, Maddox,” I whisper.

“See what, honey?”

“Your . . .”

“Say it,” he growls.

“Your cock.”

He moans, throaty and deep. God, he’s beautiful. He takes the top button of his jeans and flicks them open. He reaches in and pulls out his cock, his big hand wrapped around it. Holy shit, seeing him holding himself like that is scarily hot. I want to keep watching. I want to see what happens when he comes.

“Oh . . . God,” I say, my voice low.

He’s huge. Long and thick, an impressive length. His fist is tight around himself, as if he’s straining to hold back.

“Will you . . .” I swallow, my cheeks burning. “Will you . . .”

“You want me to stroke it?”

I bite my lip, nodding.

“You want to watch me come, baby?”

“Oh, yes.”

He gives me a sexy half-grin, and he begins stroking. His hand moves up and down, revealing the thick head of his cock. It’s an angry red—God, it looks like it actually hurts. His hand moves lazily at first, just sliding up and down. His balls are tucked up, only a small flash of them showing every now and then.

“Harder,” I breathe.

His eyes widen, but he complies. His hand moves faster, working up and down. God, that’s amazing. I sit up, leaning forward, wanting to feel it, to touch it, to see how soft that skin is in my hand. I reach out, tracing my thumb over the thick tip, lifting a drop of pre-cum off and pressing it to my lips. Slightly salty, but all Maddox. I groan.

He hisses.

“Fuck,” he growls. “That was hot.”

I reach out, offering my hand to him. He stops stroking long enough to take it and wrap it around his cock. He’s so hot there, warming my palm as he closes his hand over mine, and begins stroking our joined hands up and down. He’s hard, and I can feel the veins pulsing beneath my fingers.

“Fuck, fuck,” he pants.

He moves our hands faster, and his cock swells. Then a thick white liquid bursts from the tip, hitting my chin. I stare in shock and fascination as strand after strand shoots out, spilling over me. Maddox groans, low and deep, and it’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.




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