Page 15 of Madd Love

He draws me in closer, his lips hovering over mine. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Then he kisses me so thoroughly that it erases every other kiss I’ve ever had. His hand moves down my side, grips my ass, and I moan my approval. Forgotten are all the things we need to discuss, momentarily at least, because right now, I need this. I need him. I need to be touched and held and to feel like I matter to someone, even if it is temporary.

“Maddox, I cry out as he rubs my pussy through the fabric of my jeans. The friction builds, and it feels so good. This has never been a problem for us. We’ve always had this part down pat.

“I’m crazy about you. I always have been. I’m a fucking idiot for not making this declaration from the first moment I met you.”

“What?” I ask, startled, sadly stopping the hump job his hand is giving me, but for this, I’ll stop. “What are you saying?”

His hand slides away from me, and I’m not going to lie; I’m slightly bummed about it.

“Jen, I’m in love with you. I always have been. I thought you didn’t want anything more than our little arrangement, so I didn’t push. Having you sometimes was better than not having you at all.”

I bet this must be what it feels like when you have an out-of-body experience because I must be having one now. I see Maddox and hear what he is saying, but I can’t make any sense of it.

He’s always been in love with me?

I don’t have words; I don’t know what to say or how to reply, so I show this man what he means to me in our love language. I hold his gaze, and I yank at his belt.

“What are you doing? Did you hear me, Jen?”

I work on the button and the zipper. “I heard you, and now, I will show you exactly how I feel.” I tug his pants down, then slidedown the front of his perfectly toned body, rubbing my hands against his abs that I feel underneath his black T-shirt. His cock juts out big and proud as it should be. Maddox has the most beautiful cock. It is worth worshipping, and as I use one hand to cup his balls, I use the other to hold his length, and I slide my mouth over the head of his cock.

“Fuck,” he says, a moan escaping his perfect lips, and that sound turns me on, so I set a pace. I need this man to have the best orgasm from a blow job he’s ever had. I also didn’t think about the fact that we are right in front of the glass door. Oops. My bad.

I’m too far gone to care, and no way I will stop. His words echo through my mind.He loves me. He fucking loves me.

“Jen, just like that.” His fingers slide into my hair, and he uses it to control my mouth as he takes over and fucks my face. “Mmm, you suck my cock so good.”

The sounds coming from me border on lewd as he nears his release. He pulls out, and I keep my mouth open, knowing he likes to watch as he comes on my face. He works his shaft and taps his hard cock on my waiting tongue, then he explodes into my mouth. I take every last drop, and we watch each other with affection in our eyes because I am undoubtedly in love with this man.

“I love you,” I whisper, and my heart melts when he smiles at me.

I help him pull his pants back. Once they are over his ass, he reaches down, grasping me under my arms, lifts me from the floor, and pulls me into his embrace.

“Say it again,” he pleads.

“I love you.”

He squeezes me tighter. “I love you, Jen.”

And right here and now is the most perfect moment of my life.

TWELVE

Maddox

Tonight needs to be incredible. I chop the onion and add it to the pan with the peppers, and then I return my attention to the garlic and mince it.I’m cooking for my girl.

I still can’t wrap my mind around it. Jen is coming to my place when she gets off work. I can’t believe we finally admitted how we feel. It’s incredible to know Jen loves me. Everything seems better somehow. The air seems fresher; the colors seem brighter, and my life is much better with her in it.

I add the garlic to the pan, giving it a good shake to mix the ingredients in the skillet. I enjoy cooking; I don’t get to do very much anymore; too much time out on the road. A knock at the door draws my attention.

I shout, “It’s open!” And when I look up across the kitchen, through the dining room to the front door, in walks my girl.

She looks magnificent. She’s wearing a sexy black strappy dress and high heels, and I can’t wait to get them off her.

“Hey, baby, Come on in.”

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