Page 18 of Love Me Now: Baltimore & Madelyn

The question barely left my lips before Cooley’s hand closed around my neck. I stopped breathing, and my eyes stretched as he pulled me closer to him. His moisturized lips came close to mine, and I was sure he felt my heart beating out of my throat.

“What’s my fuckin’ name?” he growled against my lips.

The passion in his tone coupled with the look in his eyes heated every blood cell I owned. Having a hand around my neck should’ve been triggering. Instead, I melted from the contact. His lips pecked mine, teasing me.

“What’s my name, gorgeous?”

This kiss lingered a little. Anxious for more, I whispered, “Baltimore.”

His thumb caressed my lips as he groaned. “Good girl, Maddie. From now on, I’m Baltimore. Or Daddy if you wanna call me that. Cooley works for you. Baltimore belongs to you. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

I expected to feel like I was outside of my body once our lips truly connected. Euphoria was what I expected. What I didn’t expect was to feel utterly and thoroughly consumed by the passion this man held within him. He kissed me with a fever that nothing would’ve ever been able to cure. His tongue touched mine, igniting me even more. I needed this. I wanted this. Ihadthis!

He moved me onto his lap, grabbed my hips, and placed me just right. I gasped as his lips trailed from my mouth to my chin, then my neck. I’d never felt this smitten, never felt this treasured. His hands lingered but were everywhere at the same time. He settled them on my ass and, just as I moved my hips, his head leaned back on his shoulders.

His dick was hard and—despite the clothes separating us—felt impossibly long. A shower was in my future because the seat of my panties was embarrassingly wet. It had been so long since I experienced an orgasm, yet one was on the horizon, and he wasn’t doing a damn thing except…

Gasping loudly, I jerked in his lap as his fingers skimmed the hem of my pajama shorts, torching the skin on my ass. He slipped his fingers inside my shorts and ever so softly grazed my covered pussy lips. I shuddered hard.

“Thing is, Maddie. I know what to do wit’ you.”

His fingers slipped inside my panties and slowly parted my drenched lips. He tucked his lip between his teeth, and his nose flared. Vision hazy, I couldn’t tell whether his lips were moving or if I imagined it.

“I know how to touch you just right…”

He pried two fingers into my soaking wet tunnel and groaned while I shrieked and panted. The deeper he plunged them, the more I splashed around them. All too quickly, his fingers retreated.

“No,” I begged, but he had other plans. He grabbed my neck again and trained my eyes on him as his tongue slithered out to lick my juices from his fingers. He opened his mouth wide to devour them for me to see. Once he’d satisfied himself, he propped me on my knees and plunged his thick fingers back inside me. His thumb massaged my clit just right.

I held on to his shoulders and threw my head back. He growled deeply as my pussy clutched his fingers tightly before a powerful surge ran through me. Mouth agape, I silently cried as my body bowed and gave him her essence.

Baltimore Cooley offered himself to me, and I would’ve been a fool to let anything get in the way of this. If this simple act could subdue even the tiniest insecurity inside me, then I had to see this through. He wanted me to get to know him, and I would. If I looked crazy in the process, then so be it.

Ijoltedawakewithmy heart pounding. Searching my room, I found nothing out of place in the slither of daylight peeking through the drapes. Shocked by the time registered on my nightstand clock, I jumped out of bed. I couldn’t believe I’d slept so long.

Going into the bathroom, I made quick work of my morning routine, then rushed out of my room and next door to Genesis’s room. He wasn’t in his crib, and for a second, I panicked. Then, Baltimore’s low, deep tone drew me away from Genesis’s door and into the living room.

Baltimore sat on the sofa with a fully dressed Genesis in the middle of the floor, laying on top of a blanket. His chubby cheeks indented when he saw me.

“Hey, baby.” Smiling brightly, I bent to pick him up. He smelled clean and was surely fed. My eyes darted to Baltimore, whose gaze was fixed to mine.

“Good mornin’,” he drawled as if he hadn’t put me into a coma last night.

“Good morning.” He made me so damn nervous.

“Where’s my mom?”

“She went to get breakfast.”

“Oh. Has Heir been out of her room?”

“She left with Coco a few minutes ago. She left you a text.”

“Oh.”

“You ready for the day?” he questioned. I still had my bonnet on and everything.