Page 12 of My Modern Viking Stalker

She clicks her tongue, “You know men like it when it’s nice and trimmed down there, right?”

What!

“I heard you earlier, making plans with the hot guy. Maddox, was it?

“Nosy little bitch,” I say without much heat, which she responds with a chuckle.

“Look, April, I don’t mind if you need to leave early and get cleaned up before tonight happens. With the way that hunk of a man was checking you out, I can assure you that he is going to lick you up like his favorite candy.”

My cheeks flare with heat at her words. I can’t tell her that Maddox and I are already past that stage, but…

“Does it make a difference if, you know…”

“It does for me.” There is a wicked look on her face as she speaks, and I have to look away to hide how much of this conversation is costing me.

I look up at the wall clock and realize I still have four hours before my shift is over, but there are hardly any customers left.

“Go, I’ll cover for you,” Bella says, nudging me. I hesitate, am I really going to ditch work and go home so that I can, what? Get ready for sex? Isn’t it boring if you have to plan for it? “April. Go. You can cover for me when I need to leave early for my date with the hot cop next week.”

I giggle at her words as I hurry to grab my bag and coat. I am out the door and in a taxi before I can make sense of this insanity. Before I can stop myself.

The ride home is an anxious one. I have to pick out the right underwear, so he can tear them off me like he did last night. I bite at my lips when I get into the elevator, my sex already wet from all the memories of last night.

How he sat on my kitchen stool and lapped me up, then on the floor, and later in the bed, all the while fully dressed….

My thighs clench at the memory of his fingers, hands, and lips on me. I have to hold myself up against the elevator doors and force air into my lungs as a strong wave of arousal consumes me.

My nipples ache in my bra, and I brush a hand across them to relieve myself of the ache. I stagger to my apartment and barely manage to open the door. I drop everything on the ground and make my way to my bedroom.

I haven’t touched myself in such a long time, and Maddox must have awakened something in me because I can’t seem to get hold of myself. I unzip my jeans, slide them down my thighs to the floor, and kick them off before lowering myself to the bed.

My hand drops to my panties, and I dip a finger to my sensitive sex, crying out when it brushes my swollen clit. My toes curl in pleasure, and I slide the middle finger along the valley of my pussy, rubbing between my sensitive lips and seeking out pleasure, imagining it’s Maddox’s strong fingers instead.

I squeeze my eyes shut and massage my breasts with the other hand, groaning at the fact that it doesn’t feel half as good as when Maddox does it himself.

Maddox.What would he think if he saw he lying here on my bed, touching myself like this, with his name on my lips, his image in my head, when I should be at work and not…touching myself?

His lips… I bet they would feel so good against me right now, licking up my clit as he did last night. I can almost feel them on me.

His hands pushing my thighs apart and rubbing his thumb against my clit, his wet tongue between my soaked folds, lapping me up like I am a damn candy.

His fingers would grab my nipples and pinch…yes,just like that. My body is crazed with pleasure as he laps me up, his long and wet tongue driving me to insanity, feeding the animal he awakened in me.

“Mad… yes, Uh, like that...”

So close. My toes curl from pleasure as I feel it build up in my body, my sensitive nipples tortured by his hands…

I fist the sheets and ride out the pleasure, imagining what it would feel like to have him in me, filling me up, pleasuring me…

“Mad…” I grab the back of his head and pull him close to my body, my thighs lifting as I ride his face until I feel myself teetering on the edge. His hand pinches at my nipple, and that’s all it takes to throw me off the cliff.

My body trembles wildly as pleasure spears out of me, forcing my back to bow off the bed. I grip the sheets hard as my body spams from the intensity of it, but he doesn’t stop, his tongue serving my sex with long, dirty licks. He doesn’t stop until I lean away. Still, he kisses his way up my thigh, his breath just as harsh as mine, and…

His lips…

My eyes shoot open and connect with his. Maddox. I… he didn’t…he’s real.

Whatever just happened, all of it was real.

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