Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Finally, Maddox lifts his head up from between my legs. His chin glistens with my juices. He licks his lips. “You’re delicious.”
The look in his eyes is still as savage as ever. He brings his lips to mine in a demanding kiss. He then moves to my ear, licking around the rim before biting my lobe gently, growling into it.
“Do you taste it?” he asks. “Can you taste yourself on my tongue, Alissa?”
I pinch my nipple through my dress and answer with a soft moan.
“Fuck, Alissa. You’re like a tropical fruit punch, sweet and tart at the same time. And it’s all fucking mine.”
“Yes,” I sigh, my breath heavy. “All yours, Maddox.”
He rips his lips from my ear and grabs my breasts, squeezing them while kissing my exposed cleavage. A moment later—I’m not sure how—my dress is around my waist, my bra strewn on the floor.
His eyes widen. “You have the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen. Round and soft with amazing nipples.”
He grabs my left boob, pinching and playing with the nipple, while he brings his mouth down on the right, first circling the areola with his tongue and then sucking the nipple with full force.
Soft moans, growly groans.
And they’re coming from me.
I’ve never been that sensitive in my nipples. Until Maddox, that is. Every part of my body is now an erogenous zone. I feel every tiny caress inside me, between my legs.
“Maddox, you’re going to make me—”
He groans, but doesn’t stop sucking, until, until…
“Oh, my God, Maddox…”
He thrusts two fingers into my pussy, reaching up and hitting my G-spot with just enough force to bring the third orgasm out of me.
Fireworks. Explosions. A twenty-one-gun salute.
All reverberating through me, wrapping my entire body in a cocoon of ecstasy.
The climax pulses through my body for minutes on end, enveloping me in waves. The first one was pleasurable, the second magnificent, but the third…
Pure bliss.
And, oh my God. Three orgasms and…
“I haven’t even seen your cock yet.”
Maddox widens his eyes, a wicked grin crawling across his face again. “All you had to do was ask, Alissa. There’s just one rule. If I’m naked, you’re naked.”
“My boobs and pussy are already out.”
“But you’re not naked. I want to see you, Alissa. I want to see all of you. The way you were born. The way God made you.”
The dress is already unzipped, so I sit up and slide it down my hips. I kick my shoes off—how are they still on?—and throw everything onto the floor.
I spread my legs and look up at Maddox. “Your turn.”
He burns his gaze into me, never breaking eye contact as he slowly undoes his belt, removing it completely from his pants in one motion as if he’s removing a whip from its holster.
For a fleeting moment, I want him to smack me around with it.
Where the fuck did that thought come from? I’ve never been into that.
With Maddox, I might be.
He tosses his belt to the side and slowly unbuttons his pants. He then unzips his fly with painstaking slowness.
Finally, he’s just in his underwear. Navy-blue boxer briefs. They’re on the shorter side and show off part of his magnificent thighs.
His bulge is huge. I already had an idea after feeling him up at the door last night. But feeling is one thing, seeing is a whole other. His erection is apparent, long and wide, with just the smallest blot of darkness where his pre-come has pooled.
He doesn’t strip further.
I raise an eyebrow. “Get on with it.”
He shakes his head. “I’ve done all I can.”
“What do you—?”
Then I get it. He wants me to finish the job.
I scramble to my feet in front of the couch before kneeling in front of him. I slip a finger under his waistband on either side of him and slowly bring them down.
Halfway… Three-quarters… Five-sixths…
His cock springs free, jumping up like a soldier to attention.
And Christ, it’s huge.
Bigger than it felt last night, and even bigger than it looked underneath his boxer briefs. At least eight inches, and thick, with two veins sidewinding down it. The head is engorged and dripping. At the base of his dick is a neatly trimmed—of course—nest of dark hair.
This is a cock I could fall in love with.
“Like what you see?” he rumbles over me.
“Abso-bloody-lutely, Maddox.” I grab his cock, pumping it a few times.
He groans. “Fuck, Alissa. Your hands are soft.”
“Shea butter, gorgeous.”
I stifle a laugh. Every man comments on it the first time I get my hands on them.
I continue running my fist up and down his enormous dick while cupping his balls with the other. Finally, I lower my mouth to it, kissing it gently first, and then bringing it between my lips.
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MADDOX
Fuuuuuuuuck.
I love a blow job—who doesn’t?—but Alissa’s mouth is a warm, soft haven.
She’s not able to get me all the way down her throat—I’m eight inches, after all—but damn, she’s good. She brings my dick in and out of her mouth, starting slowly but picking up speed until I’m jackhammering her skull.