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Chapter fifteen

Maddox

H oly shit! I’ve always wanted to do something like that. The sight of him drinking my cum, then spitting it was so fucking hot. My masked lover hovers over me as if he’s unsure what to do next. I sit up, swinging my feet off the counter and hopping down. He’s standing there, watching me, waiting to see what I’m going to do. Reaching for him, I hook my hand down the front of his pants and yank him toward me. Our bodies collide softly as his arms wrap around me on instinct. Before he can say anything to ruin the moment, I rise up on my tiptoes and press my lips against his. The second his mouth opens, my tongue darts inside on a mission. I need to taste myself on him. My pussy aches to be filled—and not with his fingers this time. I’m a needy mess as I slip my thumb over the button on his jeans, popping it free.

“And just what do you think you’re doing, darling?” His fingers wrap around my wrist, preventing me from taking things any further.

“Returning the favor,” I breathe against his cheek.

“I don’t think that’s going to be possible, because I can’t wait to fuck you,” he replies.

“Oh.” I run a finger up his length through his pants.

“Oh,” he answers through gritted teeth, breathing heavily at my mercy.

“Then tell me, where would you like to do this?” I ask.

He smiles, taking a small step back and releasing his hold on my wrist. “Darling, I want the entire city to know I’m fucking you.”

I gulp. “The entire city?”

“The entire city,” he confirms with a wink. “The terrace will have to do.”

Before I can react, I find myself over his shoulders, staring at the ground as he carries me across the bar. The cool night air hits me the moment we step outside, misty raindrops landing on my bare skin. I shiver, wriggling in his grip.

He slaps my ass. “Be a good girl. Don’t struggle.”

Did he just spank me? Oh my god. Who the hell is this man?

“Yes, Daddy,” I laugh as he sets me down in front of a pergola-covered seating area.

“Sit,” he commands, pointing to the sectional.

I obey, watching as he turns on the gas and lights the fancy stone fire pit. The air around us warms, but he doesn’t stop there. He flips on the overhead twinkling lights, and suddenly, the space is fucking magical. My eyes undress him as he strides toward me. I can’t tear my gaze away from the bulge in his pants. He clears his throat before sinking onto the sectional beside me, settling into the corner.

“Come here.” He pulls me onto his lap, his mask glowing beneath the moonlight, taunting me.

All it would take is one pluck, one pull on the silky ribbon holding it in place. As much as I want to rip the mask off, I resist. Instead, my hands find purchase against his hard, muscular chest.

“Oh my god,” I gasp audibly.

“Yes,” he replies.

“What?” I ask, confused.

“You said ‘oh my god.’ I was answering.” He shrugs. “Oh, your god what, darling?”

“Your, um, chest is… well, it’s so muscular.” My cheeks heat as I laugh at his joke—a little late.

His chuckle is low and throaty. “If you like my muscles, you can touch them, Maddox. Go ahead. I like it.” Painstakingly slow, he unbuttons his shirt, one button at a time, until his perfectly carved chest is exposed.

I gawk at him in disbelief. His abs—those abs. He has abs for days, and I can’t resist them. Tentatively, I reach out with one finger, tracing each one. Soon, I’m running my entire hand up his stomach and over his chest. He groans, pressing his hips up into me, reminding me why I’m straddling him to begin with.

This time, as I rake my fingers over his chest and down each defined muscle, I stroke lower, unzipping his pants to expose only his black boxer briefs. His hard dick strains against the thin material, begging to be set free. My fingers glide over him, and he moans. Once again, he catches me by my hand—this time, he tugs me forward until I’m pressed against him. My mystery man tilts my chin down, wrapping his hand around my neck, pulling me in for a kiss.

The lingering taste of myself is there, but mostly, I’m lost. My mind goes numb, blanking completely, leaving only the sensation of his tongue finding mine. I feel one hand land on my hip while the other holds me firm in the kiss. Subtly, he pulls me forward, guiding me to drag my wet pussy over his dick. It shouldn’t feel this good, but it does. There’s still an entire layer of clothing between us, yet my core burns with relentless need. My pussy throbs, hollow and starved for the salvation only he can provide. Even the small amount of pressure against my clit is ecstasy. I roll my hips, sinking into him, chasing more friction.

“Fuck, darling. If you keep doing that, I don’t know how long I’ll last,” he moans, not bothering to be quiet.

“Then I guess you better hurry and get inside of me, because I’m not stopping until I come.” I tease, rolling my hips again to prove my point.

“Be a good girl and beg me for it.” He groans as I slide over him once more.

“Please. I want you.” I beg.

“Use your words, darling. What do you want?”

“I want you inside of me. Please.” I gasp as he reaches between us, freeing his dick so this time, when I grind over him, we’re skin to skin.

He’s hard and hot. All the things that make me cry out with need.

“Mmmmm… that’s right. All for you. Feel how hard you’ve got me?” His voice is raspy as I maneuver his head to meet my entrance with a flick of my hips.

I have him exactly where I want him—completely at my mercy. The air turns heavy with anticipation as he sucks in a breath while I tease the tip of his dick. His fingers dig into my waist, anchoring me as his hips surge upward. In one brutal thrust, he spears me. His cock throbs, thick and unrelenting, forcing me to stretch around him. I talked a big game, but doubt claws at me. I don’t know if I can take him after all.

His hands encompass my ass, lifting me slightly, before driving back in, deeper.

“You’re so fucking tight.”

“I–I don’t think you’re going to fit,” I gasp.

“Oh, I’ll fit.” His voice is dark and deep with promise. “ That pussy just needs to come for me again so I can slide in deeper. Can you do that? Can you come for me, Maddox?”

I want to melt and fall apart on him right now. His dirty words have some kind of power over me. They leave me unraveling every time he speaks. I can barely utter my answer. “Yes.”

“Come for me, Maddox. Be my good girl.” His hand slips between us, stroking over my sensitive clit as I throw my head back and moan.

The teasing strokes push me higher, the tension inside me coiling tighter. I’m so close—so fucking close. Then he slams up into me, his thrusts in perfect sync with the flicks of his fingers, and I snap. Everything shatters as my orgasm crashes over me in waves, my pussy clenching around him, gripping him tight. I’ve never felt anything like this. Never been this full, this stretched. I cry out, unable to hold back, and he doesn’t try to silence me.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl, coming all over this hard dick. I want you to let me know I’m doing a good job. Can you do that for me, darling?” His voice is thick, almost pained..

I nod, still riding the high from my orgasm as my pussy continues to throb. He’s barely halfway inside me, and the way he’s looking at me, says he wants to be deeper.

“Words,” he commands. “Tell me.”

“How do you want me to tell you?” I pant, desperate for more like an addict looking for my next hit.

“I want you to scream for me, Maddox. I told you, I want the entire city to know I’m up here on the terrace, fucking you.”

I gulp. Flushing with embarrassment. He wants me to scream for him? I’ve never been asked to be loud before.

“Okay,” I reply.

He must sense my hesitation. “Promise me, Maddox.”

“I promise.”

His fingers begin to work me over again. Winding me up, teasing me. His thrusts are shallow, sliding his dick deeper with each roll of his hips. I’m taking more of him now, over half. It feels so good—so right. Like this is how sex is meant to feel. I’m suddenly, painfully aware of everything I’ve been missing out on for months—maybe even years. Higher and higher he pulls me, stringing me along until I’m dripping wet and panting. How is it possible that the best sex of my life is with a stranger wearing a fucking mask on top of a building?

“Please,” I beg. “I’m so close.”

“Yes, you are. Come for me, Maddox. Come all over my dick so I can come deep inside you.”

He gives one final thrust slamming the rest of the way in, his fingers glide over my clit with the perfect amount of pressure, and then I’m gone—screaming, moaning, and crying out as he pounds into me, harder, faster, deeper. It’s glorious, so fucking glorious. I come over and over; my pussy squeezing him tight, pulsing around him rhythmically as the orgasm wrecks me from the inside out.

He groans, pulling me to his mouth for a hard, commanding kiss, and then I feel his release shooting inside of me. He fills me until I can feel his cum leaking out between us. There’s so fucking much, we’re covered in it.

“Fuck Maddox. I’m never going to be satisfied again. Not after that.” His voice is rough as he kisses my temple, wrapping his arms around me.

It’s nice laying against him coming down from my high. My eyes are drifting closed. Not because I’m tired, but because I’m comfortable. Everything about this just feels right. He’s not rushing me out of here. He’s holding me. My eyes slide closed, and my breathing finally slows.

Kaboom. A gunshot fires nearby. My ears are ringing.

I scream.

“Oh, shit!” He yells, his hand flying over my mouth.

“Shhh. Maddox, I need you to stay calm. No noise.” His whisper is urgent.

Slowly, he slides me off of his lap, adjusting himself, zipping his pants before scooping me into his arms and hurrying toward the door. Inside, he sets me down on the couch.

“Stay.” His voice is firm as he steps back, locking the door. He lifts a finger to his lips, a silent command to keep me quiet. I press both hands over my mouth, heart hammering, tears burning in my eyes as I watch him slip into the shadows, disappearing down the stairs.