Page 106 of The Battle of Maddox
The kind with the very real face of my boyfriend.
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Hot,wet lips found their way around the head of my dick. It felt good for a moment, the little suckling feeling on the head.
Mmm, Aaron. Had I left the door unlocked last night? I was pretty sure I hadn’t.
The lips traveled lower and I suddenly didn’t care about the security of my front door. The warm and wet was too good to keep me focused on that.
Instead, I was focused on the lips—aaand now the tongue, laving their way around my shaft. There was a hand on the base of my dick, giving a squeeze and tug.
The hum that filled the room was without question from me. I still had my eyes closed, but I was fully aware of what was going on.
Aaron’s tongue was different this time. It was more of a spear, stabbing at my erection than carefully caressing it like the other times. The stab to the crown was a bit much as well, but overall, it was turning into a good morning.
I was happy I’d ditched the pajamas the night before…after using them to clean up the very generous orgasm I’d wound up with. That coincidently was from the very same mouth that was currently wrapped around my dick.
“So good,” I breathed.
In the back of my head, I swore I heard the bedroom door creek a bit. That was strange, but I didn’t know what to do about it. The lips on my cock lifted to the end, I heard the bedroom door slam shut, and low breathy chuckle brushed over the head skin.
The chuckle wasnotAaron’s.
The front door slammed as I snapped my eyes open.
Essie had her lips around my dick, which instantly lost all interest and pulled itself from her lips.
“Morning, baby,” she purred.
“What thefuckare you doing here, Essie?!” I jerked up to the top of the bed and backed myself against the headboard, grabbing the sheet and covering myself.
“I told you I was coming over.”
“I fucking told you not to!”
“You just—”
“Get the fuck out of this bedroom and let me get dressed.”
“Why, I’ve seen you naked?”
“We aren’t dating, you’re not my girlfriend, now get the hell out.”
“Maddox—”
“Get out!” My neighbors were going to call the cops if I got any louder.
She jumped and ran out of the room. I grabbed my pajama bottoms from the floor and walked into the bathroom. Most of my adult life had been spent commando, but I walked into the bathroom, washed my dick and balls and yanked on a pair of tighty-whities. No way, no how was thisbitchtouching my goods again.
I pulled a new pair of pajama bottoms and grabbed a T-shirt.
I felt fucking filthy, and I didn’t want her to see an inch of my skin.
Marching out to the living room, I glimpsed her in the kitchen making coffee, humming some stupid song. I burst into the kitchen in full rage.
“What the fuck are you doing here and how the fuck did you get in?”
“You gave me a key.”
