Page 39 of The Criminal’s Cure

The need for Maddie hits me like a freight train. It’s blinding. It’s consuming. And I know there is no chance in hell that I can wait long enough to get up the stairs.

Instead, I slide my arm underneath her, lifting her up onto the kitchen counter.

“Roman…” she whines, draping her neck back as I leave a scorching trail of kisses along her bare skin. “We should go upstairs.”

“No one is home. I want you right here.” I grunt, my hands covering every inch of lace covering her body.

It’s the fight of my life not to rip it to shreds.

Instead, my fingers fumble with the zipper, slowly inching it down until the dress loosens and her full, perfect tits come spilling out.

Jesus fucking Christ. She hasn’t had a bra on this whole time?

Maddie must read my mind, because she blushes, inching forward with her hands holding onto the counter in a way that pushes her breasts up. “Then get to it.”

Her encouragement is nice, but I don’t need it, because I’m about to fucking explode with anticipation. There will be nothing gentle about tonight. Nothing soft. Nothing slow. And as I lay Maddie against the cool granite, she knows it.

Her teeth sink into her lower lip and she lets her arms fall to the side, laying in front of me like a fucking masterpiece. Like a painting that belongs in the Louvre. A piece of art sculpted by God himself.

Those gorgeous tits bounce in front of me as she arches her back, every bit as desperate as I am as she tilts into me. My lips drag down her jawline to her neck and across her collarbone. When my tongue swipes against the smooth, creamy skin of her breast, Maddie trembles, parting her lips.

“That feels good?” I ask.

She gives me a gentle whimper and I take that as my answer.

Catching her nipple with my mouth, I flick my tongue against her as I massage her other breast in my hand.

The peak hardens, and Maddie wriggles beneath me.

I grab her hips, bracing her against the counter so she stays in place.

With every suck, her moans grow louder and more intense, while her nails dig deeper into my back.

“Oh god, Roman,” she whines as I switch sides.

I peel the rest of Maddie’s dress off, piling it on the floor. The only thing that shields her naked body from my gaze is a pair of gauzy panties that rip with one swift tug.

“Roman!” she squeals, playfully squirming in my hold as I work the fabric off of her. Ignoring her half-hearted protests, I throw my jacket to the side, buttons popping off of my shirt as she tears it away.

There’s a familiar thirst in her eyes as she runs her fingernails down my bare chest. “God, you’re so hot, Roman.”

She says my name like it’s a dirty word and I love the sound of it.

Maddie’s legs wrap around my waist, pulling me into her.

With nothing between us, our hips grind against each other, her skin like silk on mine.

The friction between us makes my cock throb, prickly desire winding through my body like wildfire until it reaches every inch of me.

I’ve never felt anything so intense and unrelenting in all my life.

I drag my fingers along her thigh, brushing the pad of my thumb against her clit. She’s soaking wet and the sensation makes her shiver. Goosebumps scatter across her skin as she moans.

“Mmm.” Her eyes flutter shut.

“Jesus, Maddie. I’m sorry, but I can’t wait. I have to fucking have you.”

Maddie presses against my chest, shoving me away from her and for a second I’m confused. That is until she hops off the counter and drops to her knees in front of me. She looks up at me through those thick lashes with the most seductive look in her eye and I know exactly what she’s about to do.

Fuck.

“We’ll get there.” A devilish smirk plays at her lips as she kisses down my chest, unfastening my belt buckle and sliding it through the loops.

She unbuttons my pants and slides them off, then does the same with my boxer briefs.

“But I want to do something for you first. You were so good to me tonight, and I want to return the favor,” she purrs.

Jesus Christ. How am I supposed to resist that?

Her fingers wrap around my already pulsing erection, and with every stroke, I feel the rest of the world slipping away. Her touch is pure magic. After a few minutes, I feel the warm rush of her breath as her lips wrap around me.

“God, Maddie,” I groan, wrapping those curls around my fist as she bobs her head in a steady rhythm. “Holy shit.”

With every move, she takes more and more of me in, my tip reaching the back of her throat and still she goes deeper.

She flicks and sucks and laps at me with the perfect combination and rhythm, so damn harmonious that I don’t even know which way is up right now.

When a moan escapes those sexy lips, I almost come undone right then.

“Maddie, fuck. This feels so good.”

With the way she’s sucking me off, I’m not going to last long, and there’s so much more I want to do to her.

Part of me wants to move slowly and make her feel every bit as cherished and worshipped as she is, but there’s another part of me that’s fucking destitute without her, and I can’t wait another second.

Fast. Hard. Pure sin.

Something tells me she might enjoy that just as much.

When she takes a breath, I yank her hand up and flip her around. She gasps as I press her chest into the cool granite countertop, hiking her hips up until she’s on her toes. “Is this what you want, Maddie? Is my girl ready for me?”

I grab her hips and spread her legs apart. My fingers swipe against her swollen, glistening clit and she whimpers. “Yes. Please, Roman. Please.”

That damn begging. It’s like an electric shock to my system, and I lose all control.

“You sure? Because it seems you like this plenty?” I rub firmly against her folds, and she cries out, reaching for the edge of the island to brace herself.

“Please, Roman!”

“You want to feel me inside of you, Maddie? Or should I make you come with my fingers?” I plunge two inside of her, and she arches again.

“Come for me, baby. Show me how bad you need me.” My tongue grazes her ear.

“Ahhhh!” Maddie cries out, writhing with orgasm as she twists and trembles beneath me.

Her cries only make me harder, and I edge her knees a little further apart before pushing in. Still not fully recovered from her first orgasm, Maddie’s body tightens around me as I start to thrust. Slow at first, and then I settle into a scorching pace.

“Oh god, Roman!”

“How does that feel, baby? Too much?”

Maddie shakes her head wildly. “It’s perfect. Please don’t stop.”

Please. I don’t think she knows what that word does to me.

I buck against her, pushing her forward, and I drive inside of her over and over. Each thrust takes her breath away and she gasps for air; for a little reprieve.

Never in my life had anything felt so good. So fulfilling. So satisfying. Maddie’s everything to me, and holding her in my hand feels like a dream. One I hope I never wake up from.

It doesn’t take long for the pressure inside of me to become too much, and it explodes like a fucking gun.

I brace myself against Maddie’s hips, pinning her to the counter as I ride out my climax.

It hits me so hard that I barely remember my own name as we both fall against the granite.

It takes a minute for either of us to gather ourselves enough to speak, but finally, Maddie does.

“You know, the whole sex on the counter thing was hot, but do you think we can move the rest of this upstairs? Like to your bed?”

“I completely agree. This granite is going to murder my back.” I chuckle, sliding off to the side and reaching my hand out to help her down.

“Now you sound like an old man. I just meant I’d like to continue this with a little more privacy.”

“Old man?” I arch my eyebrow, reaching over and slapping her ass. “You’re going to be sorry you said that.”

Maddie grins and starts up the stairs, playfully gesturing for me to follow her. It doesn’t seem like we’re going to bed soon, but that’s perfectly fine with me.