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Chapter fourteen

Colt

F uck! Something inside of me snaps, and any semblance of control I had disappears. I press against her until she takes a step back, followed by another, until the bar counter is against Maddox, holding her at my mercy. A deep, throaty growl rumbles from my chest as I place a hand on either side of her body. Right where I want her—caged between my arms, nowhere to run. Not that she would. I’ve already told her: all she has to do is ask me to stop. But it’s clear Maddox wants this as much as I do.

My lips press against the soft sensitive skin on her neck, as my beard hair grazes against it. She moans as I grasp her chin between my fingers and our eyes lock for one quick moment. It’s as if we’re both mentally consenting to everything we want to do to each other.

“Don’t tease me like that, Maddox,” I warn.

“Like what?” She asks, batting her eyelashes innocently.

“You know what,” I bite back, my fingers tightening at her waist.

Her hand lands on my thigh—dangerously close—she clasps my dick, running her fingers over the hard outline, stroking my length up and back down. I hiss from the sensation, and she pulls away, mistaking my reaction for pain.

“I told you not to tease me, darling,” I murmur. My hand glides down the small of her back, pressing my body closer to hers, before I catch her lips in another deep kiss.

Her back arches, and I slip my hand over her hip, gliding down until I’m palming her ass cheek. It’s the fucking thick-thighed, curvy girls you have to watch out for. She’s got her claws in me, and I never want it to end. I imagine her thighs squeezing my face while I eat her sweet pussy. When I’m finished, she’ll be begging me to pound out her orgasms until she can’t come anymore.

My hand slides down her thigh until I find the edge of her fishnet tights. I roll it between my fingers then snap it back into place. Maddox whimpers when the pads of my fingers skim the hem, teasing under her skirt.

“Please,” she gasps, nearly undone from just my touch. She’s so worked up, I bet I could make her come without even touching her directly.

“Use your words like a good girl, Maddox. Please, what?”

“Don’t stop.” Her voice is addictive, dripping with desire.

Lightly, I trace a trail across her skin, creeping dangerously close to where she wants my fingers to be. It’s agony to deny myself, but tonight I’m being greedy. I want to draw this out. If I’m finally going to fuck her like I’ve dreamed of every night since she walked into my bar. I want to fuck her like I mean every stroke—nice and slow. She’s a goddess who deserves to be worshipped, and I can’t fucking wait to be the one to do it.

“That’s better. Tell me what you want, darling.”

“I want you.” She nips my neck playfully, teasing my earlobe, allowing her breath to fall against it before biting more aggressively back down to my collarbone. Maddox’s fingers clasp around my wrist, dragging my hand down until one of my knuckles grazes her wet panties. Fuck, she’s soaked. I fight the urge to plunge my fingers deep inside her, curling them against the magic spot until she’s coming all over me. I bet her cum tastes fucking delicious.

“You’re fucking soaked,” I growl my voice low with lust.

“I know,” she breathes.

What am I even supposed to say to that? All my game vanishes. My brain misfires, and I’m speechless.

As if she can sense my distress and confusion, she pounces. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

She shouldn’t have said that. “Not yet, it doesn’t.” My reply is quick and witty. Boom, I’m back in the game. I lift her onto the bar and part her legs around me. She laughs, her cheeks flushed. “It seems like I’ve made a mess. Should I clean that up for you?”

She looks away, unable to hold my gaze, but I catch her face in the palm of my hand and turn her back to look at me. “Eyes on me, darling,” I command, tightening my grip on her chin. “Should I clean up my mess?”

The way she bites her bottom lip drives me wild. I’m about to drop to my knees without permission when she finally whispers, “Yes.”

“Yes,” I repeat, my voice thick with desire, holding her gaze. She nods, her lips parting as I echo, “Yes.”

“Before we do this, have you—um—been tested? Had any recent partners?” she blurts.

I’m caught off guard. How do I admit that despite my looks, I haven’t been with anyone in months? My last test was over six months ago, but I’ve been celibate. Now that I think about it, my brother’s right—my dry spell is out of control. I can’t believe I’m even thinking about his dumbass right now. I don’t want to lie to her, but it’s not like I can say, Hey Maddox, ten years ago, I was arrested for murdering my parents in cold blood. I wasn’t convicted, but after that, I never put myself out there, so here we are. I’m crashing my own event because I’m obsessed with you.

Fuck. I need to get it together and answer her. I look down, running a hand through my hair to stall a few more seconds. It works. I clear my throat.

“This is embarrassing.” I confess.

She covers her mouth in surprise. I see the worry in her eyes as they dart over my face, trying to read the situation.

“My last test was about six months ago. It was clean, and I’m embarrassed to admit I haven’t been with anyone at all during that time.” I wait for her reaction, but instead of recoiling, she smiles gently, her eyes soft with trust. “What about you?”

“I’m clean,” she says, her voice steady but the slight pink in her cheeks betray her nerves. “I got tested a few weeks ago. Not for any reason other than a regular routine visit.” She’s obviously talking about her yearly checkup. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.

“I’m on birth control, although I question why, because it’s also been a really long time since I’ve been with someone.”

And now it’s my turn to smile. “Good.”

“Good?” she repeats, her brows furrowing in confusion.

“Yeah, good. Because, darling, I’m going to fucking ruin you. And you don’t even know how much it turns me on to know my dick is the only thing that’s going to be stretching your tight little pussy out. You’re going to take all of it, aren’t you, Maddox?” I growl.

She nods her head.

“Words, Maddox,” I warn.

“Yes.” She pauses, swallows hard, then adds, “Please.”

No sooner does the word leave her lips than my index finger hooks over her underwear band, pulling them down her legs. I capture her attention with my mouth, kissing her hard and deep like a savage beast while tucking her panties into my pocket. I don’t even care how creepy that is—I’ve been dreaming about this moment for months, and now it’s finally happening. Kicking that douche canoe out of my bar was the best decision I’ve ever made. Nothing can fuck this up.

She clutches to me as my fingers trace closer and closer to her hot, slick pussy. Against me, her chest rises and falls in anticipation of my touch.

“Maddox,” I groan, dragging one finger across her sensitive clit.

“Mmmmm,” she breathes, lost to the moment.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I rasp, greedily dragging my fingers through her folds, rolling them over her clit.

She arches into me, her legs open, grinding against my busy fingers, pleasuring herself with each roll of her hips. It’s too fucking much. My cock strains in my pants as I plunge a digit deep inside of her. Her pussy grips around me, squeezing. I can’t stop myself as I slide a second finger in, and she erupts, tossing her head back with a gasp, writhing against me, succumbing to the pleasure as she comes. I moan. Fuck, I need more of her, and I need it now.

“Lay down on the bar,” I demand, watching her hesitate for only a second before she obeys.

She stops kissing my neck, whimpering when I pull my fingers from her.

“Now, Maddox. Unless you want me to stop. Do you want me to stop?”

She shakes her head, obediently following directions. .

“That’s good,” I say, walking to the open edge of the counter where she lays, her pussy on full display for me.

My hands land on her knees, gently pressing them open. They fall wide enough to see her glistening pink pussy. My mouth waters at the sight as I drop to my elbows, diving in and feasting on the beautiful women splayed out on the bar top. I play with her, my tongue tracing over her sensitive nerves as I lap at her, savoring the taste. Fuck, she’s everything I wanted her to be and more. I can’t get enough. Her legs tremble as I slide my finger back inside her. She’s so tight—there’s no way she’s going to be able to take all of me comfortably.

I shift, taking my mouth off her pussy long enough to reach for the empty beer bottle. I slide it in slowly while sucking her clit, making Maddox cry out with pleasure.

“Do you like when I fuck you with the beer bottle?” I ask between licks, teasing her so I can wind her up enough to come in the bottle.

“I wish it was you fucking me,” she answers.

This woman makes me feel like my mouth has met its match. Once again, she leaves me speechless. After a few thrusts in and out, I can see her cum glistening on the glass, and a response finally pops into my head. “If you come for me, darling, I’ll give you all of this dick. But I want you to come for me first.”

“I’m so close,” she whispers, fingers tangling in my hair.

I resume my meal, licking, sucking, and teasing until she explodes. She squirts inside the bottle, and I immediately bring it to my lips.

“Good girl, Maddox,” I praise. “You taste delicious. That was so sexy, the way you squirt for me.”

“What are you going to do with it?”

“I’m going to drink it. Would that be okay with you?” I ask.

“Only if you spit some in my mouth,” she replies.

My mouth falls open. This woman was made for me.

“Deal.” I tip the contents down my throat in one big gulp.

I have to walk around the counter to get to her. The moment I do, I grab her by the hair, yanking her head back so she’s forced to look up at me. Her mouth falls open—inviting, willing—and she holds my gaze the entire time, as if she’s trying to unravel me, to see who I really am beneath the mask I wear. The seconds stretch, thick and charged, before I spit in her mouth. Her cum splashes onto her tongue, and I swallow at the same time she does.

Fucking delicious.