"Fuck," I mutter, the word coming out like a prayer.
She takes a step back, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "You like what you see?"
She turns slowly, giving me a view of her perfect ass, round and firm and begging for my hands.
"You shouldn't tease a man like that," I warn, my voice rough with desire.
"I've always been a teaser," she replies, looking over her shoulder at me. "What are you going to do about it?"
I grin, feeling something primal stir inside me. I've been searching for someone like her, someone who pushes my buttons, challenges me, matches my energy. In two days,Maddie Brooks has gotten under my skin in ways no woman ever has.
I cross to her in three quick strides, spinning her around and pressing her against the wall, her back to my chest. She gasps, surprised by the sudden movement.
"This position feels familiar," she taunts. "Had my fair share of run-ins with cops, you know."
I chuckle against her ear. "No cop has ever done this to you."
I turn her around and hook my fingers into her panties and drag them down her thighs, tapping her legs to get her to spread them wider. When I look down, I nearly groan at the sight of her pussy, already wet and gleaming with arousal.
I drop to one knee, gripping her hips to hold her still, and run my tongue along her slit in one long, slow lick.
"Fuck!" she hisses, her head falling forward against the wall.
She tastes better than I imagined, sweet and tangy, and I dive in hungrily, lapping at her like a man starved. Her thighs start to shake, and I grip them tightly, holding her in place as I work my tongue over and around her clit.
When I feel her getting close, I look up to find her eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure.
"More," she whispers. "I need more."
I slide one finger inside her, feeling her tight heat clench around me. She swallows hard, fighting to maintain her composure.
"Ask for it," I tell her. "Louder."
She glares down at me, defiant even now. I add a second finger, curling them inside her, fucking her with steady, deliberate strokes. Her resistance crumbles.
"Fuck me," she gasps, louder now. "Right here. Be merciless. Fuck me until my legs give out."
I rise to my feet, unfastening my jeans with my free hand while still working her with my fingers. My cock springs free, rock hard and straining. I lift one of her legs, hooking it around my waist, and position myself at her entrance.
"Look at me," I demand.
Her eyes lock with mine as I push into her, burying myself to the hilt. We both freeze, adjusting to the sensation. She's tight, wet, perfect around me.
"Move," she orders, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I pull back and slam into her again, setting a punishing pace that has her gasping with each thrust. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, our ragged breathing, and the occasional curse as pleasure builds.
I lift her other leg, supporting her weight as I pin her against the wall, driving into her relentlessly. She wraps her legs tightly around my waist, her head falling back as I hit a spot deep inside her that makes her cry out.
"Shhh," I warn, pressing my lips to hers to muffle the sound. "Unless you want the whole club to hear you getting fucked."
Chapter 9 - Maddie
I can't believe I'm here, pinned against the wall, Dice's mouth covering mine to muffle my moans as he pounds into me. His words—"Unless you want the whole club to hear you getting fucked"—send another wave of heat through me.
For the first time in years, I'm not in control. I've surrendered completely, and fuck me if it doesn't feel amazing. There's a freedom in letting go, in trusting someone else to take the reins. All I have to focus on is the pleasure coursing through my body, the way Dice's cock fills me perfectly with each deep thrust.
My legs are wrapped tightly around his waist, his strong hands gripping my ass as he holds me up. I should be terrified of this loss of control, but instead, I'm flying, soaring on waves of pleasure I haven't felt in a very long time.
