Page 19 of Mr. Irrelevant (Rock City Renegades #1)

“You smell so good, Dimes,” he rasps. “I’m going to fucking devour this cunt.

By the time I’m done eating, there won’t be a single trace of any other man left.

Only me.” I suck in a gasp as he lunges forward, wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking hard.

My back lifts off the bed, my hands shooting into his hair and gripping the soft curls to hold him there.

But by the grunts that are bursting from his chest as he feasts like a starving man, I don’t think I could tear him away even if I wanted to.

“Maddox,” I purr, tipping my hips toward him so he’s angled at the perfect spot.

He makes direct contact with the tip of his tongue, fluttering rapidly and making heat swirl deep inside my core until I’m pulled so tight, I can barely breathe.

“I’m gonna come.” I’ve never gotten to the edge this fast before, but with the way he endlessly teased me while I begged for more, I’m not really surprised.

“Already?” he taunts darkly, which just makes the moment ten times hotter. “I haven’t even felt you from the inside yet, baby. You gonna go off just from my mouth on your little clit?”

“Yes!” I yelp, just as he wraps his lips around me, flicking roughly over the engorged bundle of nerves as I begin to fall into ecstasy.

But before I find that final push, he’s gone, the velvet of his plump lips replaced by agonizing nothingness.

My eyes shoot open, and I look at him with desperation as he lands a hard slap to my pussy.

I cry out, the sharp sting catching me off guard before turning into something much more delicious.

Maddox pushes to his knees, glaring down at me with pure possession written all over his face.

Reaching out, he grips my chin, leaving me with no choice but to give him the attention he demands.

“I plan on making you explode all over my face and tongue every fucking day, Dimes. But the first time you come for me, it’ll be while you strangle my cock. Got it?”

“Please,” I plead. “I’ll come wherever you want me to. Just fuck me.” I can’t believe I went from reluctant and cautious about him touching me to begging for anything he’ll give. I should be embarrassed, but I don’t care—not even a little bit—with how worked up he has me from just his mouth.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you’re desperate,” he says on a forced exhale, reaching between his shoulder blades and pulling his shirt over his head.

The motion has every muscle in his arms and torso firing off, making my pussy clench at the sight.

The man is perfection , with smooth, tan skin and the most defined set of abs I’ve ever seen.

His biceps bulge as he leans toward the nightstand, opening a drawer and returning with a strip of condoms almost as long as his arm.

If I weren’t so damn horny, I’d be giggling at how many there are.

It’s a little bit of overkill, but I don’t say that as I wait for his next move.

He wastes no time tearing his sweatpants down his thick thighs, tossing them to the floor before doing the same with his black boxer briefs.

Even though I felt everything while he was grinding against me, nothing could prepare me for how beautiful his cock is.

Long and incredibly thick, with wide veins wrapping all around it and making me wet with the thought of how it’ll feel moving in and out of me.

I can’t wait to get it in my mouth, so I can drag my tongue along the protruding ridges while he moans in pleasure.

But there’s nothing I want more in this moment than to be filled with all of him.

“You want this?” he rasps, closing his fingers around the shaft and stroking slowly.

Precum leaks from his head, rendering me speechless as he continues.

My clit pulses painfully, and I let out a pathetic whine, nodding my head in affirmation.

He leans down, brushing his lips against mine with a soft chuckle before sitting back up and pulling a foil packet from the strip.

Watching as he tears the wrapper open with his teeth, I try not to lose my patience, panting like a dog in heat as he leisurely rolls the condom down his mouth-watering cock.

After what feels like a lifetime, he finally lowers down to one elbow, gripping himself with his free hand and pressing to my entrance.

I’m soaked and ready, allowing him to slowly push forward without much resistance—at least until I’m stretched around him to what feels like my absolute limit.

He’s by far the biggest guy I’ve ever been with, so it’s going to take some time to get used to his size.

“Are you okay?” he asks. “You’re so fucking tight.” The muscles in his neck are wound taut as he restrains himself, releasing slow breaths as we both adjust to the way it feels.

“Yeah.” My reply is barely a whisper because I’m entirely too overwhelmed to give him anything else.

“I need more.” He nods, sliding in a couple more inches and making the discomfort bloom into the most delicious pleasure I’ve ever experienced as the tip of his cock rubs against my walls.

He pulls back, thrusting his hips forward again and setting an agonizingly slow tempo as my orgasm starts to build, swirling around deep inside my core.

It doesn’t take long before I’m climbing toward the edge again, my eyes rolling back and fluttering closed as I await my impending release.

It feels like heaven, and I can’t wait for it to finally sweep me away.

My head spins and I moan loudly, but just as I feel my inner muscles begin to clench, Maddox stills his movements, grunting loudly as his entire body shakes violently.

All the tension that was ready to explode within me moments ago fades away, and all I can do is watch helplessly as his orgasm rolls through him in waves.

Humble. Funny. Smart. Big dick. I knew he was too good to be true.

“Fuck,” he says, burying his face into the crook of my neck. “I’m sorry. Your pussy is so good.”

“It’s okay. I can take care of myself later,” I reply. It wouldn’t be the first time. Every now and then, it takes me a while to get there, and since Deacon wasn’t into afterplay, I’d sometimes have to go solo after he rolled over and fell asleep. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a fucking chance.” He lifts his head abruptly, pulling his still hard cock from my body and sitting back on his feet.

Quickly removing the filled condom, he ties it off, tosses it to the floor, unwraps another, and puts it on in one fluid motion.

My head spins with confusion, unable to form a single rational thought as he lowers back down and sinks in again, this time snapping his hips harder and faster as he resumes fucking me like he didn’t just come ten seconds ago.

What. The. Fuck.