Page 110 of Maddox
When her pretty lips part on a sigh, my dick stiffens.
Meanwhile the swell of her breasts mocks me under the t-shirt molded to her tits and I fall to my back with a groan.
She’s not the one. You can have any pussy you want. Let it go, dick.
Except I don’t want to. I want to defile her pretty until she’s as stained as me.
It’s a weird notion that pushes at my chest until I turn over and close my eyes.
Of course, when I wake in the morning, I’m pressed flush to her back with my dick saluting her soft, warm body.
Splaying my hands, I consider how small she is and how fucking good it would be to take her before my finger’s spasm, and I roll away.
I have a feeling she’s pretending to be asleep which is just fine because if she blinks those fucking eyes at me, it’s game fucking over.
After a long cold shower, I put on my jeans in the bathroom to stave off temptation.
She must have fallen back asleep because when I enter the bedroom she’s sitting on the bed, staring at nothing.
My chest pinches at the lost look on her face and I say, “Delaney?”
“Hm?”
There’s more to whatever is going on than she’s admitting but short of shaking it out of her, I have to be patient.
Ordering her to tell me won’t work with the pretty little spitfire but I can’t stand seeing her so lifeless and before I can think it through, I pull her into my arms.
I’m sure it makes me an asshole, but my dick stiffens as soon as I feel her curves.
However, I’m trying to be a nice guy, and I maneuver her away from my hard on, only to groan when she rubs against me with a shiver.
“Princess,” I growl in warning but when she raises those shining eyes to mine, I give her what she needs…escape.
Bucking my dick against her stomach, I summon a filthy smirk and say, “I want to wrap this pretty hair around my cock.”
She blinks, her cheeks turning rosy before she says, “Why?”
“Why? Because I fuckingneedto feel you.”
It’s true. My skin burns to touch her, to make her feel but I pause when her eyes widen before they narrow and she whispers, “Okay.”
Although my dick aches to take her up on the offer, the tiny sensible part of my brain tries to get her to back off and I tug on her hair, as I say, “You sure about that? I ain’t gonna be gentle.”
Every part of me wants her to agree even though I gave her an out and I groan when she licks her lips and says, “Yes.”
“Fuck,” I growl before pulling her in for a kiss.
She tastes like honey and the finest wine, something I can’t truly afford.
I don’t fucking care though as I ravish her mouth, and her tongue tangles with mine.
She gives as good as she gets and it’s so fucking hot that I adjust my dick to alleviate the painful ache before grabbing her ass and lifting her in the air.
I need to feel her skin against mine but first, I slide my fingers between the juncture of her legs to grip her pretty pussy, pulsing no doubt beneath those tight ass jeans.
“Maddox,” she moans when I press her to the door and her beautiful eyes meet mine.
At the sight, my pulse thumps painfully, but I push the weird emotion away and suck the pulse in her neck between my teeth.
