Not that I needed him to drive the point home, but Maddox chose that moment to shift his weight so his impressive length brushed my thigh. At some point, he’d shed his underwear, and I took advantage, reaching down a hand to grip him tightly.
Maddox groaned at my touch, his eyes sliding closed. When I realized my fingers couldn’t meet around his girth, I peeked down to confirm he was as large as I remembered. Yep, the man could put porn stars to shame. My core clenched, remembering how sore I was after our last encounter, but I eagerly anticipated experiencing that feeling again.
“Definitely a man,” I purred, stroking him.
His breathing hitched when I lowered down the bed to lick a path up the underside of his cock. Maddox anchored a fist in my hair but let me take him inside my mouth at my own pace. Pulling the crown between my lips, I gave a strong suck as I continued to run my hand up and down the base. I fought back a satisfied smirk at his strangled cry.
Unlocking my jaw, I took him deeper; my lips stretched to the max, the corners burning. But it was worth it to hear the sounds of pleasure rumbling from above. As he said, he was a man, not a boy, and there was an implication that he was experienced. I took it as a personal challenge to make him unravel, to know that I could please an older man. Lord knows I could use a confidence boost after the shitshow of the last twenty-four hours.
Maddox’s hips rocked slightly, easing him further down my throat. Sliding one hand around to grip his ass, I pulled him closer, moaning as I took him deep enough that it triggered my gag reflex, but I battled against it, knowing my throat muscles massaging his sensitive head would drive him wild.
And I was right.
Maddox let out a guttural groan as he struggled to hold back. “Fuck, Bristol. Your hot little mouth is gonna make me come.”
I hummed around his shaft, wanting nothing more than to witness him losing control. Heat pooled low in my belly. Pleasuring him, hearing him say my name like a prayer, was the ultimate turn-on.
Shoving him onto his back, I let his dick slide free as I straddled his thighs.
Staring down at him from above, I was struck by how truly gorgeous he was. His sweaty skin glistened, each muscle defined as his chest heaved with the ragged breaths he took. Dark hair fell over his forehead, and the tiniest hint of a five o’clock shadow graced his sharp jaw.
Placing my hands on his abs, I bit back a smile when those muscles tensed beneath my fingertips. I walked them up his chest until my body was flush with his, my hands toying with the hair at the nape of his neck.
Beside his ear, I asked, “You wanna come in my mouth or on my tits?”
Hands gripped my shoulders, forcing me back enough that Maddox could see my face. Time stood still as we stared at each other. The intensity of his green gaze had me squirming, shifting my hips over his eager cock. Our faces were so close that we were breathing the same air, and suddenly, I didn’t want there to be any space between us. I wanted us to be one.
“Fuck me, Maddox,” I demanded, effectively nullifying my earlier offer.
There was the tiniest flash of something I couldn’t place across his face, but it was gone so quickly that I wondered if I’d imagined it.
Before I could blink, I was flipped onto my back, Maddox’s hulking frame lurking above me.
“Is this what you want, baby?” His voice was gravelly as his cock traced a path over my seam.
“Yes,” I hissed, arching my hips, trying to draw him closer.
The blunt head of his dick nudged at my entrance, and I writhed on the bed, desperate for him to slam inside, to pummel my pussy like he had before. The memory of it was still so vivid in my mind but could never compare to the experience itself.
“Please, Maddox. I need you.”
A rumbling hum came from deep within his chest as he maneuvered just the tip over my pussy, teasing me with it.
If his aim was to heighten the pleasure with anticipation, it was working. I could feel my arousal leaking onto the sheets beneath my ass. I wasn’t sure I’d ever been so wet, so desperate to be claimed.
I let out a sigh of relief when the head of his cock slipped barely an inch inside. Finally, he was going to put me out of my misery.
When he slipped out again, I whined, needy and desperate to be dicked down.
The bed shifted, and Maddox said, “I don’t think you’re ready for this.”
Wait, what?
It took a second for the words to filter through the lust-induced haze overtaking my brain. But when I opened my eyes, I saw him standing by the side of the bed as he pulled on his boxer briefs.
“What the fuck? Are you leaving?” I didn’t bother to hide my outrage. After all the shit he said to get me back into bed, he was going to walk away before finishing the job?
Maddox kept his eyes on me as he bent to retrieve his pants. “I didn’t come here for this.”
