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Chapter thirty-seven

Maddox

C olt has my body melting at his touch. Even his words manage to unravel me. I’m starved for him. If this is a punishment, then I want to be punished every day for the rest of my life. This man is more than I could have ever asked for. He’s going to ruin me. Another man will never be able to extinguish the fire Colt ignited inside of me. No man will ever pleasure me the way he does.

“Look at you, driving me crazy. You’re so fucking perfect,” he moans, pulling his finger from inside of me as I protest with a dissatisfied groan.

“Please,” I whisper, reaching for his cock, but he denies me, catching my wrist.

“Naughty,” he reprimands, before brushing his lips against mine in a teasing kiss.

I’m completely at his mercy. I want everything he’s offering. It takes all my willpower not to kiss him back harder. Satisfied with my restraint or unable to wait any longer, he pulls away and murmurs against my ear, “Crawl up to the top of the bed and lay down.”

If I make it worth his while, maybe he won’t draw this out much longer. I want his big, hard cock inside of me so bad, it feels like I could burst at any moment from the pent up sexual frustration he’s spent all night creating. I move slowly, stretching into a resting yoga pose, rolling out of an arch slowly so he can see exactly what’s waiting for him.

When I make it to the top of the bed, I lean back, resting against the headboard. I pull my knees into my chest and stare over them into his ravenous eyes, the color of midnight, so dark with desire I can’t hardly make out his pupils. My finger curls in a come-hither motion, at the same time, I drop my legs open.

He moves swiftly, barely giving me enough time to blink before he’s kneeling in front of me. “Have I punished you enough?” he rasps.

“No. I deserve more,” I answer.

He runs his hand over my pussy, allowing his fingertips to barely dip into my entrance as they pass. My legs tremble in response.

“That’s right, you aren’t even begging.”

“Should I be begging?” I quip.

“You should most definitely be begging.” His tone is serious as the head of his cock presses against me.

I drop my gaze, allowing my eyes to drink up this position. I want more. My pussy tingles, demanding he slide inside.

“I need more,” I cry out.

“Tell me why,” Colt whispers, dragging his head across and through the slick, wet folds of my pussy.

“I need you inside of me,” I pant, so close to the edge.

“How bad do you need me, Maddox?” He asks.

“Like I need oxygen,” I gasp as he presses the tip of his dick inside of me.

“Fuck!” Colt curses.

His finger presses against my clit, swirling around it gently, building me up to let me fall.

“Give me more,” I demand.

Instead, he pulls his finger from my clit. “Not yet.”

Colt grazes over my nipples, kneading them into hard pebbles until I’m breathless. My pussy throbs around the head of his cock. I’m so close to orgasm. He slides in deeper, and my pussy clenches around him. I’m so fucking close. Colt sits as still as a statue until I come down and my pussy stops throbbing around him. I take a shaky desperate breath.

“Should I let you come?” he asks.

“Yes. Please. Please, Daddy. Let me come,” I beg, giving him exactly what he wants. His dick flexes inside of me, hot liquid seeping from the tip. My pussy clenches so hard around Colt that it draws a moan from deep in his chest, as he presses in until he’s nearly halfway.

“You’re taking advantage of how good you feel around my dick.” He scolds.

“I know,” is all I reply with a coy smirk on my lips.

He reaches between us, applying pressure to my clit every time I’m close to climaxing, but preventing me from the release I so relentlessly crave. His firm, constant pressure keeps my orgasm from rushing over each nerve in my body as he thrusts in, then out, sinking his swollen cock deeper. I arch, trying so hard to find release my body fighting against the restraint, the frustration laced with need, it’s almost too much. Desperate whimpers claw their way out of my mouth as my hips fight instinctively to take control. My thighs tremble and shake, fighting the denial.

When I find my voice, it’s raw with need. “Please. Colt. Please.” I beg for more.

Instead of giving in to my pleas, he releases his hold, placing his hand flat against my clit where there’s no friction to be found, intentionally teetering me right on the edge. He slows, his movements grunting as my walls squeeze around him. Colt’s smile is full of control once he resumes circling my clit with a feather-light touch. It’s barely enough to stimulate me, but more than enough to tease my coiled core. He winds me up tighter and tighter, then pulls away only to watch me crash back down, still desperate.

“More,” I cry.

“Shhhh,” he scolds. “Not yet. You’ll take what I give you until I decide you’ve been punished enough.”

His words are more of a growl as he slams into my aching core. His cock throbbing inside me, stretching out my tight pussy to accommodate every inch of him. I reach for his shoulders, trying to bring him closer, but it’s no use. He is stone and I’m a liquid mess, attempting to move something I can’t. Giving up, my fingers grasping the sheets, digging into them, grounding myself the only way I can.

His slow, methodical touches drive me wild as he drops onto a forearm, covering my body with his to whisper in my ear, “Such a needy little stalker, so wet and tight for me.”

I groan, my back bowing off the bed and he catches my breast with his mouth, sucking on my nipple, dragging his tongue over it until the room is spinning. Betrayed by my body, all I can do is lay there and wait for his mercy, granting my release. His eyes study my reaction with amusement as I unravel beneath him, void of all self-control. I’m too wrecked and ruined to even beg for my release. My breath hitches in uneven bursts as I hover on the edge of collapse.

My breast pops from his mouth, his voice a low, throaty rumble as it lightly skims the shell of my ear between hungry kisses he places all over my neck. “That’s it, dollface. I think you’ve earned this.”

“Should I let you make a mess of yourself?” We both know it’s a rhetorical question. He has all the control.

I nod my head.

“Words, darling. Let me hear them.”

“Yes,” I pant through a broken moan as he slides himself into a rhythm of thrusts.

“Scream for me, pretty little stalker. I want to hear you come undone,” Colt growls, supporting his weight on one hand while dipping his fingers between us to stroke my clit again.

My legs tremble uncontrollably while I chant his name. “Colt. Colt. Colt.”

“That’s it, temptress, finally breaking for me. I want to watch you fall apart.”

The sensation intensifies, threatening to rip through my body and tear me apart.

“Come hard now, or I’ll make you wait all over again,” he commands, thrusting harder and faster, kneading my swollen clit as it throbs between his fingers.

The pleasure is more than I can handle after being denied for so long. I sob through my release, experiencing a mind-numbing euphoria.

“You look so fucking sexy when you break for me. Mine. All mine. Do you understand?”

“Yours.” I gasp, my body completely undone.

The orgasm crashes through me in violent ripples. My muscles seizing so hard I feel like I might snap apart, like I was never meant to feel this much. It builds inside of me, small waves cresting into larger ones, consuming my insides. Each one breaking over me in a relentless surge, dragging me under, and leaving nothing but raw aching pleasure in its wake.

On top of me, Colt grunts and groans, his moans erupting from his chest like white-hot fire as his cum spills inside of me, dragging another aftershock from my already-shattered core. It’s molten, possessive, claiming every inch of me like he needs to mark me.

“Mine,” he breathes out, his voice raw with satisfaction, before collapsing beside me. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

A slow, sheepish smile tugs at my lips, though my mind still clouded, my body buzzes with the echoes of what we just shared. Words fail me; they seem too small to capture what I feel. The soft rise and fall of my chest is slow, steady—a reminder of the aftershocks still tingling beneath my skin. The ghost of his name lingers on my lips, caught between exhaustion and bliss.

Colt presses a gentle kiss to my temple, “Good night, stalker.”

“Good night, sex god,” I mumble, already half asleep.