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Her little gasps and moans rev me on and when I can take it no more, I drop her to the floor and wrench on her jeans before pulling her panties down her legs.
She eagerly complies as she pulls her shirt over her head, followed by her bra.
On my knees, I glance up, taking in her rosy tipped nipples and smooth stomach before leaning in for a taste.
“Unh,” she moans when I lick between her folds.
She’s warm, wet, and fucking amazing and thrusting inside her, I close my eyes, listening to the sound of her sexy moans as I bring her to the precipice and grind my palm against her button.
“Maddox,” she cries, convulsing around me, and I contemplate doing it a-fucking-gain until she never wants another but me.
My dick aches to feel her silky warmth and after dropping my pants, I hastily don a condom before surging between her legs. When she bounces across the mattress, I admire her pretty tits before grabbing her thighs and pulling her into me.
With every pump, my need only grows until a feral burn builds inside me and I drop on top of her.
She blinks those luminous at me and I bury my head in her hair, breathing deep of her scent, something tart but spicy. When my legs begin to shake, I bottom out with a groan, and I feel her flutter around me.
At the last second, I glance up, eyeing the curve to her bottom lip before I close my eyes because I have a feeling I will never get enough of the pretty little cheerleader.
I’m fucked.
Chapter 25
Delaney
I don’t have much in the way of experience, it’s true but this was, hands down, so incredibly exciting and, well…special.
Except the haze fades as Maddox pushes back from the mattress and I can’t hold back a shiver when he won’t meet my gaze.
Is something wrong? DidIdo something wrong?
“Maddox?” I whisper, grabbing the blanket at the end of the bed.
“Hmm?” he mutters, picking up his boxers.
Feeling dangerously exposed, I wrap it around me while he searches the floor for his pants.
Why is he so hot and cold? How does he turn it off and on so easily?
I’m still pulsing in delicate places while he looks like he’d rather be anywhere but in this room with me.
I can’t get a handle on his moods and I’m afraid to push buttons that I don’t understand until all at once reality comes crashing in.
I’m just a fun time, right?
“What the fuck Maddox?” I screech, waving my hand in the air.
He whips around, his eyes wide before they narrow and he says, “What?”
“You can’t…Why are you…Asshole!” I say, tears pressing at my lids.
I don’t want to cry but I can’t hold it back because the brutal burn in my chest has reminded me that once again, I’m not fucking special.
Why didn’t I think of that before I jumped into his bed? Gah.
“Shit,” he mutters and silently agreeing, I cover my face.
The tears leak through though and I shudder when he pulls me into his arms and says, “Shh.”
