“Ooh,” I gasped when his tongue pressed against me.
He waited patiently until I relaxed before he breached me. His tongue snaked past the tight ring of muscles, leaving me gasping for air. The crafty devil distracted me as he stuffed my pussy with his fingers, his hand steady while his mouth continued its relentless exploration. Then he began to intermittently fuck me with his tongue and fingers.
The bed creaked softly beneath us.
When I tried to hump myself on him, his fingers pressed down on my hip to still my movements. He grunted when I settled down, the sound low and approving.
It was difficult not to move when he was tormenting me with dual stimulation.
I’d never been treated like a princess before.
But I would highly recommend it.
He continued his relentless pace until I was struggling to breathe. Just as my muscles began to tighten and the familiar edge of my orgasm crept closer, he pulled away.
“No,” I rasped as he rose to his knees.
The sudden absence made my body twitch with frustration.
“No?” he echoed.
He straightened, settling back slightly as he looked down at me.
“Do you know how long I had to wait before I woke you up?”
He sounded so genuinely indignant that I began to giggle, the tension slipping out of me in helpless bursts. It was difficult to take him seriously when his dick bobbed slightly as he talked.
“I apologise that my sleep schedule left you deprived.”
“That’s more like it,” he grumbled.
My amusement evaporated when he proceeded to pin me to the bed and pound me into the mattress, giving me more than I’d been craving.
The world narrowed to the weight of him, the rhythm he set, and the way the wood creaked softly beneath us. His grip was firm, unyielding, but there was a strange steadiness to it—as if he was anchoring me as much as he was taking what he wanted.
Time blurred.
Every breath came faster than the last until my thoughts dissolved completely and there was nothing left but sensation and the sound of our bodies moving together in the dim morning light.
But it was what happened afterwards that stole the air from my lungs.
When the intensity finally faded, he gathered me against him as if it were the most natural thing in the world. One arm wrapped securely around my waist while the other brushed slowly through my hair, untangling the strands with surprising patience.
He kissed me then.
Not the hungry, demanding kisses from before, but something softer. Slower. His lips moved against mine with a tenderness that made my chest tighten in a way that had nothing to do with desire.
Like I was fragile.
Like I mattered.
Like I was the only woman in the world.
Chapter 14
Maddox
Stella didn’t want to confront her parents, so she chose a time when they were both out of the house to vacate her room. Over the last week, she had quietly packed most of her belongings and requested part-time flexible hours at work.
