Page 3 of Madd Love

My cock surges behind the confines of my jeans. But this little visit isn’t about me; it’s about my girl.

Even if she won’t admit that she is mine…yet.

“You like it when I play with your pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes!” she squeals when I lower my hand, dipping two fingers inside her wet heat.

Jen is so fucking sexy, even in her chef’s uniform, which she thinks is hideous. It’s one of my favorite things she wears.

“You better be quiet unless you want everyone at this party to know you’re out here, planning to come on my fingers.”

“Oh, fuck!” She moans, wiggling in my grip, trying to help me get her off.

I work her pussy and clit and drive her toward the edge. She drives me crazy! She jerks, her hips undulate, and fuck, she’s so beautiful. I wish it weren’t so dark here so I could see her come.

I’ve been hooked since the first night I saw her at Beck’s apartment. I knew I was a goner, with that perfect curvy body and thick thighs that I love to have wrapped around my fucking head. From her long, dark hair to her tattoos, she’s the woman for me.

A fact made abundantly clear every fucking time I am with her. But apparently, she still needs some persuasion. She doesn’t see my vision for our future. Which hurts, but I’m not giving up. I try to tell her all the time that I want us to be together, but she just ignores me or laughs, blowing me off. It’s okay. I’m a patient man, and I’ve got all the time in the world for this woman to come around.

She’s worth the wait.

I grind the meaty part of my palm against her clit, and Jen comeshard.

“Come for me, baby girl.” I whisper the words against the shell of her ear before nipping at her lobe. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Once she’s finished coming, I remove my hand from her pants and release her throat to turn her into my arms. My lips crash into hers, and I’m unable to hold back. I need everything this beautiful woman has to offer: every kiss, every moan, every little thing.

I walk her backward, still nipping at her lips as I hold on to her tightly, since her chef’s pants are around her thighs. Her back touches the wall, and I smile against her lips, knowing full well that this one act will test her boundaries.

Let me tell you; Jen has plenty of boundaries, and most involve ways she can deny what is between us. But sadly, Jen has been a hard sell on a relationship with me.

“Go on a date with me,” I say, running my hands down her sides.

I have asked this woman on a date so many times that I’ve lost count. She doesn’t take me seriously. Or maybe she just isn’t interested in a relationship with me. Maybe this right here is all she wants from me.

“Why? You’re getting what you want.”

I cup her chin and press my mouth against hers to shut her up. Her lips are so fucking soft, and my cock is practically weeping to be inside her.

“You’re wrong. I want other things from you.”

Jen laughs, but there’s no humor to it. “Oh yeah? Like what?” she asks.

Right now, I want to make her feel good, and I don’t want to get into all the ways that maybe there could be more than just this between us. Although this is pretty fucking great. So instead of going into detail, I offer to give her what she wants.

“Let me taste you.”

“Oh, holy shit,” Jen says, and my hand skims her sides as I slide my body over hers and down between her legs.

Her sweet cunt is right in front of my face, and her brown sugar and honey scent drives me insane. This woman always smells delicious. I swipe my tongue up her seam before I use my fingers to pry her pretty little cunt open. I suck on her clit, and her fingers shove into my hair, gripping at the ends. She holds my head where she wants it, and she rides my fucking face. I love every fucking second of it. I work her pussy with my fingers and my tongue, driving her into a frenzy.

“Right there, Madd,” she whispers, and I keep the same pace, rhythm, and pressure. “I’m going to come!”

And she does and loves every second of it. I look up at her as I lap away the last of her release, and as she looks down at me, this is how I want her to always see me—as hers.

“What are you doing here, Maddox? You’re crazy! You know that?”

I laugh as I get to my feet and help her pull up her pants and right her jacket. Her little hat is still perched on top of her head, and I fucking love it. I love the way she looks in her uniform.

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