Maddox
Her lips were bright pink from sucking my cock, coated in spit just like her chin. Her eyelashes fluttered as her chest rose and fell, bursts of ragged breaths escaping her. She looked utterly at peace.
Never once had she complained about my parents. Not about the lack of privacy, not about being interrupted, not even about being pushed to wait longer than she was used to.
At night she’d clung to me as she slept, curling into my side as if the feel of me beside her was enough to quiet whatever thoughts lingered in her mind.
I bent down and captured her lips, cupping her cheeks as I thrust my tongue into her mouth, tasting us.
It was wet and messy.
Exactly the way I liked it.
I loved that she coated my face with that mess, that she never held back with me.
One of her hands came to rest on my forearm as she kissed me back.
Hesitant at first.
Soft.
Then she moaned and slid her tongue around mine.
Tangling.
Twisting.
Claiming.
The creak of the glider gave her away.
My beautiful greedy girl.
I pulled back slowly and stared into her green eyes. The pupils were jet black, blown wide with pleasure.
She didn’t stop rocking.
I straightened my back and began working on the buttons of my shirt, my fingers moving slowly, deliberately. The soft rasp of fabric shifting filled the quiet space between us.
Her eyes dropped to my cock and she rocked a little faster. The urgency from earlier had softened, but the fire in those green eyes of hers never dimmed.
“Maddox,” she breathed my name.
My lips curled.
“Stella,” I countered.
“I need more,” she murmured.
“I know you do, Princess. I’m going to plug that pretty little asshole then fuck your pussy for you,” I said, tossing my shirt to the side.
Her eyes glazed over and she nodded slowly.
“In fact, I might stuff something down your throat,” I said, undoing the button at my waistband.“Fill every hole up.”
Her lips parted and her hands returned to the handles.
The creaking sound grew faster.
