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“I said you never had to beg baby, but I’m reconsidering now. You do it so pretty.” Pulling my dick through her pussy folds, I teased her clit, moaning a little as I did. “You on birth control, baby?”

“Yes.” The word was a moan. I pressed my thumb against her clit and slid a finger into her pussy. Helena threw her head back as she came over my hand, spasming, tears leaking from her eyes.

“I’m clean. The papers are in my room. I could get them, but I don’t want anything between us.”

“I believe Maddox. Stay.” Those blue eyes locked with mine.

There’d never been a woman that I’d taken bare before, never wanted to. Pulling her thighs open, I lined my dick up and entered her with one thrust, unable to be gentle, cupping the globes of her ass and spreading her cheeks apart, rocking the thrusts into her.

“I’m going to own this pussy, Helena. Do you hear me?” I growled in her ear as I ground into her. “You’re going to come on my dick over and over again. Like the good princess you are.” I pounded harder, deep as I could go, so I was bottoming out until her eyes fluttered, and I felt her come again. Only then did I let myself go, and I felt the come releasing in spurts. It seemed like it went on and on as I rocked against her, emptying into her.

Laying frozen over her, I heaved, trying to get my bearings, my forehead resting against hers. I thought I saw stars, as they said in the books and the movies. Kissing her shoulder, I considered if I would die right there. Rolling off her, I went and fetched a warm washcloth.

“Open those legs, princess. Let me see my pussy.”

“Maddox,” Helena’s chest was flushed red, but she did as I said. Washing her gently, I cleaned her and laid a kiss there. Her pussy was swollen and tender, so I gave it a tiny lick, making her squirm a little.

“Don’t get any ideas; I don’t want to abuse my favorite part. You need sleep anyway,” I said. “Later, I’m going to want you all over again.” Pulling the covers over us, I tucked her to me, letting her snuggle close. I wasn’t much of a talker after sex or one to snuggle, for that matter, but this was different. She belonged to me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Helena

To my never-ending surprise, I woke tangled with Maddox, his arm wrapped tightly around me like an octopus and his leg slung over my hip. I would have pegged him for one of those guys who got dressed immediately after sex and left. Who would have guessed that he was a snuggler? Definitely not mad about it.

“Good morning,” his voice was raspy as he rubbed his beard against my neck, peppering kisses against my throat. “I hope you slept as good as I did.” He was casual about his exploration of my neck as if he wasn’t thorough the night before more than once. I’d been reeling by the time Maddox had let me go to sleep and then woken to him kissing me back awake, licking between my thighs, and weighing my breasts in his hands, turning me on my stomach and entering me from behind until I was screaming for mercy. It had seemed like a hot dream that turned into a hotter reality.

“Morning,” I managed. I slept great.” It wasn’t a lie. I did sleep well, the sleep of the exhausted. Maddox Bishop was an experience.

He shifted against me, rubbing his dick against my hip, and I was instantly aroused all over again. Too bad I was beyond sore. Maddox wasn’t a small man anywhere. His hand came up against the curve of my breast but stopped there against the tender underside of the curve where it met my rib cage, his calloused fingertips caressing the skin there.

“I love all parts of your body, including this part. I will spend a whole day worshiping just this part one day.” My attention was focused on his fingers as they lazily traced the curve of my breast from ribs to just the edge of my nipple. Then he stopped and moved his fingers back the other way. “I wish we could stay in bed all day,” he murmured as his teeth clamped over my ear lobe and his tongue flicked forward to soothe it.

Shifting against him, I pressed back, rotating my hips and spreading my legs. “We can’t?” I wouldn’t mind staying here, tangled in the sheets with him. There wasn’t anything pressing I had to do other than paint my nails.

“Not today, princess, no matter how much I’d like to.” Sliding a hand between my thighs, he gave my pussy a squeeze. “Later, I’m giving this some A-class attention.” He moved his fingers and pressed my clit, making me rotate my hips in desperation.

“Wait,” I started. “Later?” Did that mean he was leaving now? Giving me another light kiss on the side of my neck, he slapped me lightly on the ass, not hard enough to sting, but it still surprised me enough to make me squeal a little.

“I have to keep you coming back for more, princess. Plus, I don’t want you too sore for later.”

On that note, I watched him as he got out of bed. He was not self-conscious about his nudity as he dressed, pulling jeans over his dick that seemed painfully hard.

Honestly, I didn’t know Maddox like this, so I wasn’t sure if he was sincere or if this was just what it seemed like. Did he do quick rolls in the sheets? I wasn’t complaining. Maddox was fire in bed, the best I’d ever had, and he didn’t leave me wanting. If he were talking about later, I’d be back for more.

As he dressed, I settled my face and attitude, ensuring I didn’t have any bitterness lingering. This wasn’t some romantic comedy.

“Thanks for … you know,” I gestured to the sheets like an idiot. “Have a good day,” I added lamely. Scrambling off the bed, I scrambled for the sheet to head to the bathroom. God, I’m a moron. I could feel him staring at me from his spot at the doorway, one hand on the knob.

“Princess, it was my pleasure for … you know.” Grabbing me by one wrist, he yanked me forward and pulled my hips to his so we were flush, and I could feel every inch of him. His fingers kneaded my hips. “Every second was my pleasure. I’ll see you later, though, princess.” His forehead fell to mine for a moment, his nose touching mine.

“Looking forward to it.” What could I say? I totally was. He was hot and hard against the softness of my belly, and I didn’t want him to leave even then, but I was sure he had other things to do besides babysit me.

“Me too, baby.” Then he was gone and out the door.

“Jesus and all the baby dinosaurs.”

Flopping back onto the bed, I contemplated my sudden thoughts of Maddox Bishop. He couldn’t seriously be interested in me. My dad always cautioned me about getting my hopes up about motorcycle club guys. They weren’t serious about staying with one woman or making a home. He’d said I should find a guy who wanted those things so I could have a husband.

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