He snorts and tugs me into place, maneuvering me how he wants me again. I grip the headboard with a gasp when his tongue takes a long pass through my pussy. My other hand grips his hair when he wraps his lips around my clit. His hands roam, squeezing my ass, trailing up my sides, thumbing my nipples. My hips roll greedily.
For a man who claims he’s never seen a woman have an orgasm that made her brain take a vacation, he sure is good at this. It takes him a few minutes to figure out what works for me and what doesn’t, but soon we find a rhythm together and it’s everything I ever dreamed it would be.
The closer I get to coming, the less I can focus on keeping my grip on his hair light or being mindful of how much I’m bearing down against his face. He groans, his fingers plucking at my nipples. My knees squeeze around his head, tugging the fuck out of his hair as my orgasm washes over me. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, Maddox!”
Maddox sucks and licks me through it until the moans turn to whimpers of overstimulation and I’m sitting back against his chest. He cranes his neck to follow my cunt, pressing a final gentle kiss to my clit which makes me laugh breathily, exhausted.
He reaches for my hands, giving me leverage to get back up on my knees despite my shaky legs so I can get off of him. While I’m laying back against the pillow with my arm thrown over my eyes, trying to catch my breath and calm my racing heart, he kisses up my body.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers against my ear when his kisses lead him there a minute later.
“I’m a panting, red-splotched mess,” I deadpan without looking at him.
“A beautiful, panting, red-splotched mess,” he corrects, andthat he didn’t argue with my assessment of myself makes me laugh a little and pull my arm away. “Are you ready for me?”
“Been,” I say, despite already feeling sleepy enough to pass out. I spread my thighs for him and he settles between them.
He only hums in response, and my grin widens because I know he picked that up from me. Notching the head of his cock between my lips, he puts his other hand down on the bed—one on either side of my head—and kisses me while he presses forward. We moan together, muffled by each other’s lips, and my nails press into his back.
When he’s completely inside, he stills. I pull my face away from his to breathe, staring up at the ceiling. I feel so full of him. Not just physically. It’s terrifying.
“So what’s the final verdict on the pencil cock thing?” he asks, his voice even more gruff than usual. It cuts my mental spiral off before it can take off and I huff a laugh. He sets a lazy pace.
“I’ve had bigger,” I tell him. It may be a lie, I don’t know. He’s definitely one of the bigger ones I’ve taken, but it’s not like I keep track. “Your br?—”
He snaps his hips forward suddenly and I yelp at the sudden change in pace and roughness, my nails digging into him. “What did I say?” he growls.
“Not to say anyone else’s name in your bed. I didn’t say his name,” I barely get out.
It’s a technicality of course, but as a brat, I live off finding technicalities. Maddox leans down to nip at my jaw, his pace much quicker now. I turn my head to give him more room and lock my ankles around his back, changing the angle so that he sinks in deeper. Every thrust hits just right and I’m still sensitive enough from my last orgasm that I’m a mess beneath him again in no time.
“Where’s that attitude now, baby?” His hand wraps around my throat loosely and I moan, jutting my chin up in a silent plea. Maddox listens, tightening his grip on the sides of my throat andcreating that wonderful, dizzying feeling that has my pussy clenching around him even tighter.
He grunts. “Goddamn, baby. You were fucking made for me. Are you gonna let me have it, Tex? Gonna be a good girl and come for me?”
It doesn’t take but a few more thrusts before I’m falling over that edge again, Maddox taking his hand off my throat and pounding into me harder as he chases his own release. He buries his face against my throat as we both tremble through the aftershocks and try to catch our breath. That was hands-down the best sex I haveeverhad, which is pretty fucking worrisome, but I’ll choose not to dwell on that right now.
Right now, all that matters is how satiated and blissed-out I feel. Maddox lifts his head to check on me and his eyes look nervous. I don’t understand why he’s concerned, but I want the look to go away, so I smile at him lazily and reach up to push his damp hair off his forehead. His softening cock slips out of me and I scrunch my nose at the feeling of his cum escaping too.
He chuckles, rolling onto his back and pulling me against his side. I lay my head on his shoulder, twine our legs together, and use my fingers to play with the hair on his chest. It occurs to me how domestic all of this is. Maybe, if I didn’t leave, we could have nights like this all the time.
I shove that thought down deep and press a kiss to his chest. Ignoring my body’s desire to be lazy, I get up and scoot to the edge of the bed with a wince as the sheets rake against my sore ass.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“To piss. Is that alright with you, Rancher?”
He grumbles. “I guess. As long as you know you’re not leaving tonight.”
“Technically, it’s morning,” I brat back, grabbing my phone out of the pocket of my shorts once I find them on the floor. This inadvertently gives Maddox an incredible view apparently, because he groans.
“Bring the lotion off the counter back with you,” he tells me and I roll my eyes even though he can’t see me.
“I don’t need aftercare. I’m a big girl.”
“Don’t piss me off, Tex. My dick can’t handle a round two right now.”
TWENTY-THREE
