I stopped in front of the couch. It looked old but sturdy, the dark wood carved with intricate detail that spoke of craftsmanship rather than cheap indulgence.
Who would have guessed he was a kinky old bastard with a sex dungeon?
I slid my thong down over my hips and fishnet stockings, letting it drop to the floor.
“Good girl. Now sit,” Maddox said.
I smiled as I turned.
“Yes, Doctor,” I murmured, lowering myself onto the soft velvet cushion.
But I didn’t stop there.
I spread my legs, letting him see everything.
His eyes darkened, turning heavy and hooded as he moved toward me like something had taken hold of him. When he reached me, he dropped to his knees without hesitation.
With a low growl, he grabbed my legs and pulled them over his shoulders.
One of my heels flew off as he did it, and nervous laughter bubbled out of me—until his mouth closed over me.
It was wet, messy, and ferocious. The way he tried to swallow my entire pussy had to be some kind of record. I felt his teeth graze me before his tongue swept over me again, licking and sucking with relentless focus.
Low grunts rumbled from deep in his chest, the sound vibrating through me as his tongue pushed into my pussy, swirling and licking until I clenched around it. It was too slick to hold, slipping free no matter how hard I tried.
My hands tangled in his hair as I ground myself against his face, my heels digging into his back.
The friction of his stubble and the clever rhythm of his tongue tightened the coil inside me until my breathing turned ragged. I began to pant. My other shoe tumbled off somewhere behind me as I tried to climb his face, my hips jerking of their own accord.
With my fingers still buried in his hair, I thrust upward just as he grabbed my ass.
He groaned.
The sound was rough and hungry as he drove his tongue deeper, his nose pressing firmly against my clit.
It ignited me like gasoline thrown onto dry kindling.
My toes curled tight, and a gasp tore from my throat as pleasure burst through me in a wave I couldn’t control. My whole body trembled as it crested and began to break apart, but he didn’t stop.
He kept licking me, slow and deliberate now, his tongue circling lazily through the small patch of hair above my pussy.
“Thank you,” I sighed.
His grip loosened slightly and his eyes flicked up to meet mine.
“That’s only one item checked off your journal,” he said before lowering his head again.
I stared up at the gold-and-cream ceiling, wondering what could possibly come next, because I was far from finished.
My eyelids fluttered when his tongue slipped inside me again. This time it wasn’t frantic or overwhelming. The movements were softer, almost teasing. His tongue swirled and lingered before flicking rapidly against my clit.
“Please, Maddox,” I moaned.
“Oh, but we need to open you up again, Stella,” he murmured against my heated skin.“It might take all night.”
The thought of my parents flickered briefly through my mind, but before panic could take hold, his mouth moved down my inner thigh, leaving a slow trail of kisses along both sides.
He returned to my pussy and pressed another lingering kiss there.
