He licks his lips. “Time to get you that souvenir.”
I want to laugh at his joke, but this is no laughing matter. My ripped dress is pushed up to my hips. My panties are who knows where. And Maddox’s tongue is fully inside me.
Ho-ly-fucking-shit…
I actually don’t know what to do right now. My hands want to pull on his permed hair to push him further into me, but I don’t know how much closer he can get. At the same time, I want to smack them against the door, hoping they can keep me grounded when the man eventually sends me into space by the way he’s tongue fucking me. It’s everything and perfect and I’m point-two seconds away from…
“Maddox!” I scream, my hands choosing to go for the hair, and I’m pretty sure I pull some out. If I did, he doesn’t seem to care. No, the man is now doing his damndest to make sure to lick up every drop of my orgasm as he holds me to him, not letting me go as I start to come down.
“So fucking good,” he says, my eyes slowly blinking. “There’s one problem now.”
That snaps me out of my haze. “Problem?”
His grin is devious as he stands back up. “Yes. Now the problem is I don’t know how I’m going to make you come again.”
Maddox swoops me up in his hold, my laughter filling the room as my arms having no choice but to circle around his neck. He makes quick work of the space, getting there in a few strides, before he lowers me to the bed. He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he pulls the rest of my tattered dress over my head and removes my bra in quick fashion.
“It seems that we have another problem.” I say, my champagne—and orgasms—confidence fully kicking in despite me sitting here now completely naked in front of this man.
“What’s that?”
“You have on way too many clothes.”
If I thought his smiles were devilish before, it’s nothing to what he’s giving me now. “Then we have to fix that now, don’t we?”
I prop myself on my elbows, watching in awe as this man strips before me. Nothing over the top. Not like the male review show I went and saw last night with the girls. But it’s without a doubt turning me on way more than anything I saw on that stage.
It’s the eye contact. It’s the way his brown eyes never leave mine as he unbuckles his belt, quickly snapping it off his waist before tossing it to the side. It’s the way his arms flex when he reaches behind his neck and pulls his fitted T-shirt off his muscular chest in one deft move. And it’s that damn smirk he gives me before unbuttoning his jeans, sliding them, and his boxer briefs, down with it.
“Jesus fucking Christ…” I didn’t mean to say it out loud, and it was no more than a whisper, but I know he heard it.
“I could say the same about you,” he says as he starts stroking his rock hard—and thick—cock. “Open your legs for me. Let me see that pretty pussy again.”
Completely under a dick spell, I do as he says, watching in awe as he continues to work his cock. I mean, how can I not? It’s big. He’s hot as fuck. And he just ate my pussy like a starving man who recently ended a fast. How can I not be completely mesmerized by the show I’m watching?
To further prove that point, I let my hand travel across my stomach and down my pelvis, letting my fingers work my clit as our gaze never breaks from each other. I don’t even think about it. It’s like every part of my body has a mind of its own right now. Maddox’s breath hitches and his strokes speed up as we pleasure ourselves in front of each other, our grasps on each other never breaking.
“Maddox,” I purr, feeling orgasm number two coming quicker than I want. Or thought it was able to.
“What do you want, Gabrielle?” he asks, slowly bending over and grabbing his wallet out of his pants and taking out a condom. “Tell me.”
I don’t need to think too hard about that answer. “You.”
One word. That’s all Maddox needs to hear before he’s on top of me, our mouths connecting like it’s been days since he last did this, not just minutes. I’m thankful for his lips distracting me, otherwise I have to believe I’d be overthinking every single second of this interaction. Do I remember how to do this? Where do my legs go? Where should I put my hands? Should I keep my mouth shut and not say anything since that’s how I’d been trained for years to act during sex? Or does he mind if I become a little vocal?
All of those questions, including any follow-ups, are quickly wiped away the second Maddox enters me. Including the one about me staying quiet.
“Fuck! Maddox!”
My back arches off the bed, an instant reaction to his cock fully inside me.
“My name has never sounded so good,” he says as he slowly works in and out of me, allowing me to get used to his size. “That’s it, Gabrielle. Feel all of me. Take every inch. Take everything you want.”
How this man can combine words of affirmation and encouragement while making them sound dirty as hell is a skill that I didn’t know someone could possess.
“That’s it,” he says, his pace starting to pick up. “You’re taking me so good.”
With every word coming out of Maddox’s filthy mouth, combined with how his dick has somehow found a spot in me I didn’t know existed, I could come right here right now. But I don’t want to. I want this to last. If I’m going to do a divorce-party rebound fuck in Vegas, it’s not lasting five minutes. Not if I have anything to say about it.
