Page 63 of Cry Madness
“That feels nice,” she admits as she presses into my touch.
“I know.” My grin is pure evil when I ask, “Want more?”
“Yes,” she rasps. “Oh, God, Maddox, yes.”
My gaze remains locked on her flushed face as I bare her gorgeous breast. I watch her face, studying every nuance of her expression as I torment her pebbled pink nipples. Her eyes widen at the shock of pain when I pull on them. Then they blaze with passion when I roll them between my fingers. The cutest frown settles across her brow when I give them a firm but playful pinch. But what she doesn’t do is stop me. No, she arches up for more. Whimpers when I suck them into my mouth. Moans my name when I slide my hand up her thigh.
And when I glide my fingers through her drenched pussy, she parts her legs, and I slide my hand between her thighs. “Just like that, sweetheart. Keep them open for me just like that.”
I sink two fingers inside her, deep, pumping them in and out because I can. Because she’s mine. Because Alice Knightly belongs to me and I’m hers, and now that we’re together, I’m never letting her go.
I’ll take nothing less than everything of her and give her nothing less than everything I am.
She lifts her hips for more when I withdraw my finger. “Do that again, Maddox, please.”
My girl begs beautifully, and who am I to deny her?
I plunge back in, finger-fucking her until she soaks my hand. Until she’s writhing on the mattress, whimpering my name. Her cries send a rush of blood straight to the tip of my dick. A painful pressure builds in my balls, blood filling my dick, stretching the skin, and pulling at the glans ampallang piercing.
I slap her hands away. “Lie back,” I command her.
“Maddox, no,” she hisses. “We’ll make us late.”
“Like I give a fuck.” I’ve waited my entire life to have this woman in my bed. To wake up with her in my arms. I’m damn well savoring the moment. But Alice hesitates, chewing on theinside of her cheek as she glances at the clock. “You forfeited the chance to tell me no when you agreed to sleep in my bed.” I yank her legs even wider, forcing a yelp from her. “Now, be a good girl and let me eat you.”
“Jesus, Maddox,” she rasps. “The way you put things sometimes.”
But she flops down onto her back, with her head landing on the pillow. She fists the blanket as I stretch out and settle between her legs. I breathe in her intoxicating aroma, with everything about this woman addicting. I’ve been obsessed with her since I was a kid, and when I glide my finger over her, my hand shakes as if I’m touching her for the first time all over again. I tease her clit, flicking it, rubbing it, circling the drenched nub. And when I finally drive in for a taste, I am a starving man. Thirsting. I devour her. Each whimper, every rasping moan I pull from her, feeds the place inside me that belongs to her. That was made for her—my magnificent Malice.
I lick her from slit to crack. Fuck her cunt with my tongue.Suck on her clit. Nip at it and smile against her pussy when her thighs clasp my head. Her body tenses, the muscles locking when her climax hits. I drive a finger in her, slow and deep, and she digs one hand in my hair, tugging on it—hard. The sting from the strands pulling on my scalp causes precum to seep from the tip of my dick. She curls her other hand around my biceps, her nails biting into my flesh. She huffs out my name, drags in a sharp breath before exhaling on a strangled breath. Eventually, she relaxes, and I think she expects me to come up for air.
Yeah, no. I’m having a fine time right where I am, thank you very much.
“Maddox, I came already,” Alice kindly informs me.
“I’m aware,” I mutter against her pussy.
She giggles, probably the aftershock she told me about. “You can…um…stop now.”
“I can, but I’m not.” In fact, I pull my finger from her beautifully soaked pussy and slide it on down to her lovely little asshole.
“Maddox, no, you can’t!”
“Alice, yes, I really must.”
And I do—gently—because I’m not a monster. Using her climax as lube, I tease her hole, circling it. Push the tip of my finger in, then pull it out. Push it farther. Draw it out again. Alice is stiff as a board. To help her relax and enjoy it, to force her to step off the cliff and just…let go…I dip my head to give her pussy a nice, long kiss. Lick up her slit, and when I reach her clit, suck it into my mouth right as I drive my finger to the second knuckle. Her gasp is delightful, and when I shove in deeper, she moves her hips and moans in pleasure or pain.
“Does this hurt?”
She shakes her head.
“Does it feel good?”
“It’s not terrible,” she whispers. “I don’t want you to stop.”
“Never,” I promise before fucking her with my tongue, matching the rhythm of my finger.
But it takes only a few more strokes for Alice’s body to tense again. Her legs lock, damn near crushing my head. Her ass nearly breaks my finger as I push it so fucking deep as I lap at her, her second climax flooding into my mouth. She’s sweating, gasping, her muscles spasming. I wish I could bathe her in light just to see how gorgeous she looks as she comes for me.