Page 60 of The Love You Win

My spine arches as he kisses and nips my right breast before taking the aching bud into his mouth and laving at it with his tongue. “Oh, God.”

It’s so good. His touch has me on fire with need. My hands snake beneath the hem of his shirt to explore the hard planes of his back. Muscles flex and ripple at my touch, and it’s Maddox’s turn to sigh as my fingers drag down his spine and back up again.

“Why are you still wearing a shirt?” I ask breathlessly. He chuckles, pressing a kiss to my left breast before rising and tugging off the offending garment.

Holy. Shit.

Maddox Graves is a freaking god. His shoulders are broad, his chest a smooth expanse of muscle and flesh that demands to be touched. I explore the topography of his back and chest with my fingers before they lower and chart the hills and valleys of his abs. I’m an awestruck explorer mapping out a newly discovered land. I’ve never been with a man who looks like this. He’s strength and power personified, and it tickles the primal, lizard part of my brain that screams this man would make a good protector.

I might even drool a little.

“No one should be allowed to be this hot,” I whisper. His answering laugh is deep and raspy, and I’d press my thighs together if he wasn’t wedged between them.

Maddox takes advantage of my arched back and his fingers find the clasps of my bra. He undoes them and pulls the black lace from my body. Heat smolders in his expression as he takes me in. “I agree,” he says as he runs his hands over the soft peaks of flesh.

When his gaze rises back to mine, I swallow hard. There’s hunger in his eyes, of course, but that’s not all that shines out at me. Maddox isn’t just looking at me and seeing a body to use and enjoy, he’s seeing me. There’s genuine affection lighting those chocolate orbs, and my chest fills with warmth.

Maddox holds my eyes while his hands move to the button of my jeans. He holds my eyes as he slides the zipper down and tugs the denim from my hips. Only when I’m before him in nothing but a skimpy pair of black lace panties does his attention dip from my face.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, baby,” he promises as he skims my panty-clad mound with his thumb. Even that simple touch has me sucking in a breath as my back arches off the bed. “You’re going to look so pretty coming on my face.”

And then he’s dragging my panties down my legs, and his large hands are spreading my thighs wide so he can lean in and lick my folds with the flat of his tongue.

“Oh, God,” I cry. The sudden move sends a zing of pleasure through my core, and I fist the sheets to keep from fisting his hair. He lets out a pleased hum against my pussy before licking me again.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear how much you like when I lick your pussy.” He looks up at me with a wicked grin, my arousal already coating his lips and chin. I nearly come from the visuals of it alone. But then he slowly presses one long finger inside of me while he sucks on my clit and I cry out. He rubs my inner walls as he pushes into me before slowly dragging his finger out, only to repeat the movement. My hips buck, and he chuckles the dark, pleased laugh of a man who knows exactly what he’s doing and how he’s affecting me.

When he adds a second finger, I see sparks. His hands are so big, his fingers so long, he fills me so well. And these are just his fingers. Fuck.

I moan his name as he flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit in a steady rhythm. I’m nothing more than firing neurons and pleasure. My very existence shrinks down to where Maddox touches me and fills me. He hums wordless encouragement as I writhe on the bed, my legs spread and hanging off the edge with his broad body pressing against me between them.

The sounds that fill the room are obscene as he plunges a third finger into my channel and laps up my arousal with his tongue. And when his lips latch around my clit, I cry out. I’m so close. My body tingles and tightens, my stomach hollowing out as my hips move instinctively. Releasing my comforter, I thread one hand in his dark hair.

“That’s right, baby,” Maddox murmurs against my pussy. “Find your pleasure. Come apart on my face. I could drown in you and die a happy man.”

Oh. My. God.

His filthy words flare like a surge of electricity in my mind, igniting a fuse that crackles down my spine, tingles through my belly, and detonates as he absolutely devours me. I try to muffle my scream with my free hand, but it’s pointless. Maddox’s talented tongue and long fingers make me lose control of my body as the most intense orgasm of my life sweeps through me. He fucks me through it, his fingers moving faster as he sucks hard on my clit until I’m shaking.

“It’s too much,” I whine when he doesn’t relent. Everything is so sensitive. My whole body is flush with endorphins and buzzing with the aftershocks of pleasure. But Maddox doesn’t stop. He just chuckles against my pussy before plunging his tongue into me. When I try to wiggle away from him, he loops his arms around my thighs and locks me in place against his mouth. “Oh, God. Oh, God.”

He’s not going to let up. Pleasure mingles with the burn of oversensitivity until the sharp pleasure-pain gives way to another swell of sensation. Maddox’s tongue and mouth bring me to the crest of another wave of bliss and my brain short-circuits.

He’s going to make me come again.

I don’t even have time to marvel at how that’s possible because his tongue is flicking against my swollen clit with just the right amount of speed and pressure, and my soul leaves my body.

Lights dance across my vision as another orgasm rips through me. This one is sharp and forceful, and my fingers clench tightly in Maddox’s hair. He grunts, but doesn’t stop fucking me with his magical tongue until my pussy stops fluttering through the aftershocks of my second orgasm.

“Holy shit,” I gasp as I flop in a boneless heap on my bed. I don’t even have the strength to open my eyes, but I feel Maddox’s smile as he presses a wet kiss to my lower belly.

“Delicious.”

Fuck. Me.

twenty-seven

MADDOX

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