“That’s what you do to me, El. Nobody else. Just you.” His hand slips between my thighs, and he pulls my thong aside, sliding two fingers through my wet center. “Fuck, I love feeling what I do to you too, baby. So wet for me, huh?”
“Always, Mad.”
He pulls me closer and sucks my nipples through the cotton of the T-shirt. Somehow the feel of the fabric and the pressure of his strong mouth sends euphoric skyrockets through my whole body. He pulls back, fingers teasing their firm peaks, clearly outlined beneath the top. He hums appreciatively. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Ellie. I want you all over me.”
Both of his hands grip my waist firmly, and he positions me directly over his solid length. Then he holds me still and tilts his hips, slowly rocking up into me, the seam of his zipper rubbing against my clit.
“Mad,” I cry out at the powerful and unexpected sensation.
“You’re gonna come on me, El. I want to feel it leaking through to my boxers and then soaking my fucking cock.”
“I’ll ruin your lovely pants,” I protest, aware of how wet I am and the mess I must already be making.
“How can being covered in your cum ruin anything? Let me wear you, baby.”
Aching need pulses between my thighs. It’s so unfair that my body reacts to him like this.
Or maybe it’s not. Maybe it’s exactly the blessing I need right now. A moan pours out of me and I roll my hips, just like he wants. I can’t help myself, it feels so good. He releases his grip slightly, letting me take control. “Oh, that’s it. Just like that, Ellie,” he groans.
“Like that?” I purr, getting lost in the moment, reveling in the delicious friction of his hard length through the fabric and how it hits perfectly. Who knew that sex with your clothes on could be so good?
“Baby,” he groans, the sound filled with need, while one hand glides up my back before fisting in my hair. “You are fucking perfect.” He holds my head still and seals his mouth over mine, claiming me in a bruising kiss. It’s dominant and possessive and so incredibly hot that my skin is on fire. My insides melt. Wetness drips between my thighs.
“Maddox,” I whine his name.
His lips wander over my jawline, teeth gently scraping my skin. “I know, baby. I know. That’s my good girl.”
I glance down, lift my hips and gasp at the mess when I see the stains on his pants.
Maddox grunts with satisfaction. “Look at that. Look what a good girl you are for me.” His arm snakes around my waist, urging me on as I buck my hips. “Take what you need, El. Take it all, because then it’s my turn.”
His words travel straight to my core. My pussy aches, my clit throbbing as I grind against him, the pressure building and building. He’s so hard, so perfect pressed against me. I speed up, and he groans beneath me, telling me how well I’m doing, how beautiful I am, how his cock is all for me. Only for me. His words, our actions, all combine in one glorious explosion.
White hot pleasure detonates inside me, sudden and euphoric and oh-so-good. I cry out his name, and Maddox’s strong arms steady me through every tremor.
My eyes roll back, chest heaving with every labored breath. I think I might have actually died and gone to heaven.
Then he stands, lifting me with ease as he does. I love this—his size and his strength make it easy for him to move me around. He makes me feel small in the most incredible way. So protected and safe and special. Like I’m a treasure he’ll guard with his life.
He carries me to the bedroom, then lowers me onto the bed before he starts to undress. My eyes rake over every gorgeous inch of him, landing on his very messy suit pants. I bite my lower lip at the sight.
“Yeah, you see what you did, baby?” he growls, noticing where my gaze is fixed.
“Sorry about that,” I whisper, which makes him laugh out loud. I’m not sorry at all.
“I’m not. I fucking love having you all over me. I’m never even going to wash these pants. I’m keeping them as a souvenir. Do you believe me now, Ellie, when I say you’re the only woman in the world I want in my life? That I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone?”
I nod. I do. I was just having a moment, and I have to forgive myself.
“Good. Now, cute as you are in that old top of mine, take it off. Right now. I need you naked.” His voice is dominant. I’m a tiny bit scared of what’s coming my way. And excited.
I slowly drag the top from my body, taking my time and teasing him. I writhe on the bed as my breasts spill out, my nipples already hard from the sight of him. I see how much he wants me, and I feel like a goddess again.Laura who?
He undresses quickly and then he stands at the side of the bed, completely naked, his cock in his hand. Fuck, it’s so big, so hard. And it’s all for me, becauseI am the luckiest girl in the world.
He’s staring at me so intently that every second feels like a caress on my skin. Suddenly, I’m feeling brazen, and it’s only fueled by that look of unrestrained hunger in his eyes. My hands have developed a life of their own, and my trembling legs are spreading wide. My fingers find their way to my pussy, drifting slowly between my slick center.
“What are you doing, baby?”
