Page 49 of The Ruckup
“You feel so good.” She arches under me as I pull back, whimpering as my dick slides almost free. “More, Leo. Please.”
I’m going to die. Right here. Right now. Hearing her beg for me is going to have me finishing before I even get started.
I’m gonna need to change tactics. I wanted this to be slow and sweet, but the chance of that happening is being chipped away with every word coming from Maddie’s lips.
I shouldn’t have egged her on her the way I did. I should have waited till we’d done this a few... hundred times. Then maybe I’d make it through the begging.
But damn, she’s fucking beautiful when she owns what she wants. It’s one more reason I’m worried I might fail this test. Might make her think I won’t really give her what she wants the way I claim I will.
Her hands slide from my grip to run over my skin with a touch that alternates between soft and rough. Slow and fast. Her fingers dig into my arms then ghost across my back.
And her mouth is still going, hammering another nail into my coffin with every ragged word that slips through those beautiful lips.
“Harder.”
“Deeper.”
“Faster.”
Maddie dishes out demands like she’s never held them back in her life. Each one pushes me on, shoving me over that edge I’m trying to cling to. I want to give her what she wants more than anything, but damned if those same wants aren’t setting me on fire in the worst way, threatening to take the little bit of sanity I still have.
“Leo?” Her hands are shoved in my hair, pulling tight. She uses her grip on my hair to force me to look at her. Her skin isflushed, eyes hooded with unmet need, dark hair wild across my pillows.
It’s a vision I’ve imagined a thousand times. Will always remember.
I push into her until our bodies meet. “What do you want? Tell me so I can give it to you.”
Her hands slide free of my hair then move down my body, coasting over my chest and stomach until her fingers are between us, gliding to the point where I disappear into her. Her pupils dilate, and a small moan slips from her.
I push up on my hands, putting space between our bodies. “Watch me fuck you, Miss Miller.” I pull almost free and look up to watch her watch us. Her lips part, eyes locked on the place where her body envelops mine.
I ease back into her, slow and smooth.
“Oh.” She pushes up on her elbows, gaze never leaving my cock as it moves in and out of her pussy. I watch her, loving the lust in her eyes. The pink on her cheeks. Knowing it’s not from embarrassment, but from desire.
For me.
“Leo.” Her head drops back, eyes falling closed, breasts shoved high.
I pull one into my mouth, pretending I don’t hear the sounds coming from her. Don’t feel the clench of her around me. I can’t think about it. Can’t let myself go. Not yet.
Not until I know she will come with me.
I slide my hand between us. Finding her clit, I work it with gentle strokes, hoping it’s enough. I need her to come and I need her to do it now. I release her breast and lick up to her neck. “Come for me, Maddie.”
She doesn’t make me tell her twice. And thank God. Because I wouldn’t have been asking next time.
I would have been begging.
I grit my teeth and fight through her orgasm, keeping my pace as long as I can until there’s no more stalling. My balls pull tight as the room starts to spin and the ringing in my ears drowns out any sound as I fall into her, cock jerking in her tight heat, almost forgetting to catch my weight as I go down.
And I’m going down.
If I didn’t know it before, this solidifies it.
I belong to Maddie Miller. Body, heart, and soul.
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