Adding another searing handprint to my already red ass. “Yes, Daddy,” he sternly corrects.
“Yes, Daddy,” I muster, blinking back tears and teetering on the edge of my release.
“You’re so fucking wet that you’re soaking through my pants.” Thrusting against me, he moans into the crook of my neck, “That’s it, firecracker. Come for me.”
He roughly squeezes my hot, tender cheek, and I pull back until his hazel eyes are boring through me. My chest heaves, and my lower lip trembles as I stare at the green flecks in his golden pools—the intimacy of his gaze hurling me to the edge. “Let me watch you fall apart.” He wraps his free hand around my throat and tightens his fingers. “And then I can watch you break all your rules as you let me sink inside you to pick up the pieces.”
His words slice through the near-euphoric haze, and my hands fall from his hair.This can’t happen.Not here. Not now. Not like this. And definitely not with him. I plant my palms on his chest, firmly, and push just enough to garner his attention. His body stills immediately with his lips hovering inches from mine. Holding our stare, he loosens his grip.
“I can’t…” The words catch in my throat as I slowly unwrap my legs from his waist. Breathless and fumbling to find my footing in my stilettos, I lightly shove him away from me, needing to put distance between us. My fingers slide across my swollen lips as he painfully takes a few steps backward. I can barely look at him, because the sight nearly undoes me. Cillian looks wrecked. His brows are drawn in confusion. His chest rises and falls like he’s run a marathon, blowing heavy breaths over his now red-stained lips. Following every move I make, his eyes roam over my body with need.
I can’t breathe. I need to get out. Now. Before I change my mind and do something even more stupid. I turn and wrench open the door with such force that it slams into the wall with a sharp echo. My heart in my throat and his handprints painted across my ass, I bolt down the hallway.
“Madison,” he calls after me. His voice is pinched, like he’s not sure whether to chase me or let me go.
I don’t answer. I just run straight into the dressing room. Quickly I kick off my heels and pull on my shorts, an oversized T-shirt, and my sneakers. I push through the side door into the alley and keep walking as the pounding in my chest drowns out the sounds of the bustling city around me. I don’t stop until I’m down the block and far from Cillian’s sight.
Leaning against a brick wall, the night air is cool against my flushed cheeks. I press my hands to my face and try to slow my breathing. Try tothink. But there’s nothing buthim—his mouth, his hands, and the way I melted into him like I belonged pressed against his body. And the worst part? I want to go back. I want to race into that room for more. I want him. But giving in to that desire could ruin everything.
I close my eyes and suck in another deep breath, but all I smell is him—spicy musk, heat, and want. Dragging my palms along my face, I groan into them.
What the fuck did you just do, Madison?
I walk home instead of taking the subway—wandering the city streets alone like it’ll somehow calm the fire he lit inside me. It doesn’t. Instead, it only gives me more time to think about what I’ve done.
When I finally reach my apartment, I toss my keys into the bowl by the door, strip out of my clothes, and head straight to my bathroom. I step into the icy spray of the shower, but it does nothing to wash him away. As I lean against the tile surround, I close my eyes and swear I can still feel his breath on my neck and his deep voice whispering in my ear.Come for me… Let me watch you fall apart…
Pressing my fingers between my thighs, they sink into my still-wet pussy with ease. I work them inside me and over my clit, and I vividly imagine it’s his mouth and hands, eager to provide me the release I denied myself. I come fast and hard—breathlessly screaming his name, with my knees buckling. Riding my hand to prolong the euphoria, I hate how much of me aches for more. It was too easy to give in to him, and the worst part is that all I can think about is how badly I want to do it again.
And that’s fucking terrifying.
I stand frozen in the middle of the room, chest heaving like I’ve been gutted.Because I have.Her heels roughly click against the tile floor as she rushes to put space between us, echoing louder than the chaos still ringing in my thoughts. Her sweet, sultry—and fucking addictive—scent still clings to my clothes, and I can still feel the heat of her on my palms. I stare at the empty threshold for what feels like an eternity. “Madison…” I call after her, choking on the single breathy word.
Everything in me wants to follow after her. My body fucking aches to. I could catch her. It wouldn’t take much. A few long strides down the hallway and I’d have her pressed up against the nearest wall again—bruising her lips with her legs wrapped around my waist, where they fucking belong. But I don’tmove, because I know what will happen if I do. I won’t stop this time. And neither will she. If I put my hands on her again, wewillfinish what we started.
Crossing the room, I swipe my hand down my face and growl under my breath. I slam the door shut, and the sound reverberates through the room, violent and final. “Fuck!” My hands ball into fists at my side, both of them still tingling. It’s not from adrenaline—although that’s there too—but from the way she felt in them. The way she moved in my hold, her body begging for more as she surrendered to me. The way her lower lip quivered as she teetered on the brink of coming in my arms.
She wanted it. Fuck… sheneededit.
I stalk toward the wall and throw my fist into it with a roar, hard enough to put my hand through the drywall. The pain grounds me for a second, maybe two. That’s the only reprieve I get before the images of her flood back into my thoughts—sharper and more vivid than before.
Her legs wrapped around me, flexed tight as she ground her slick panties against the throbbing cock beneath my zipper. The slight tug of her fingers tangled in my hair that accompanied every breathy whimper spewing from her parted lips.
With my forearm planted against the wall above the hole I made, I rest my forehead against it. My cock aches, needing more of her. I close my eyes, and the thoughts of her are so real that I can practically feel her pressed against me. An unfettered groan rattles from me as I run my palm over my throbbing cock and find my pants are soaked with her arousal.
Madison flexes her hips and slides her slick, panty-covered pussy along my length.I wrap my fingers around my cock, and I stroke myself through my wet pants, mirroring her movementsin my fantasy.Her lower lip quivers, a breathy scream trembling over it as she falls apart for me.
Tearing at my zipper, I hastily pull my cock from the confines of my pants and spit into my palm. My fingers circle around my length, and I smear my saliva along my shaft.I tear her panties to the side and drive into her. I take her hard and fast, her hips meeting each of my brutal thrusts.I tighten the grip on my cock and fist myself vigorously, needing to rid myself of the need for her.Madison’s lips part, spewing breathy grunts as I repeatedly drive the entirety of myself into her.“Come for me,” I grunt, my stomach taut and my hips thrusting needily to meet my fist.
A scream rises from her lungs, and I crash my lips against hers. Sloppily kissing her mouth and fucking her without abandon, I swallow her bliss as I continue to violently work myself to my own release. “Am I being a good girl for you, Daddy?” she pants through our kiss.
“Yes,” I groan, fucking my hand like a crazed man. My moans fill the small room until my cock is pulsing in my hand and the ribbons of my release are splattered over the wall before me. “Fuuuuck…” I drag in a breath, but it does nothing to steady my rapid breathing.
When I tuck my cock back into my pants, I should feel better. But I don’t. My hand was a poor substitute for the wet pussy I was so close to being inside of. I rake both hands through my hair and flop onto the office chair behind me—still breathing hard, my cock still as rigid as fucking stone, and wanting her worse now than I did before. I stare at my cum painted across the wall like I’m trying to read fucking tea leaves—trying to solve the answer to the question I’ve been asking myself since the night I met her.
What the fuck is she doing to me?
I’ve fucked plenty of women, shamelessly left their beds still warm, and never looked back.Thisisn’t that. Madison is not just some girl I can bend over the nearest surface and forget by morning. I’ve known that since the first second she shot me down—and only been reminded every subsequent time she told me I’m not nearly as charming as I think I am.
