Page 76 of The Love You Win

No sooner have the words left my mouth than he’s dragging my shirt over my head and unbuttoning my pants. The long fingers of one hand snake between the waistband of my black panties as the other hand grips the back of my neck. His lips find mine at the same moment his fingers sweep through my dripping folds, and he groans into my open mouth.

“Fuck, baby. You’re soaked for me.” Thick fingers drag through my wetness again before pressing into my body. I buck into his hand, and he nips at my lower lip. “Have you been drenched all day? Has my poor little Short-Stack been wet and needy this whole time?”

“Yes,” I moan. And I have been. I’ve been wet since he strode into my school and went above and beyond the agreement we made on that first terrible date. I’ve been wet since he claimed my mouth in front of Alex. I’ve been dripping as my mind imagined this moment in a thousand different ways.

“We should take care of that then,” he says, pumping his finger in and out of me once, twice, three times before he removes it completely. The loss of him has me whining. I’ve never felt so needy. Then again, I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want Maddox Graves. It’s consuming. Monumental. Life altering.

Whatever I feel for him right now, I know that having sex will amplify it tenfold. I have the distinct impression that the moment Maddox sinks himself into my body, my world will reorient itself, and he’ll be that much closer to the center.

That thought should terrify me more than it does.

Deft fingers tug at my remaining clothes, and soon I’m completely bare before him. My entire body flushes with arousal, and I return the favor and drag his pants down his legs. His boxer briefs fall to the floor a moment later.

Maddox’s cock is thick and hard. He groans as I stare at it, then hisses when I lean down and swirl my tongue around its crown. I want to take him in my mouth and give him a blow job any porn star would be proud of. But after puking on my high school boyfriend’s dick the one time I tried to suck down more than just a guy’s head, I’ve been gun shy. Dick shy?

“I want to suck your cock,” I whisper, looking up at Maddox from beneath the fringe of my eyelashes. “Like really suck it. Not just the head like I have been doing. But I had a bad experience once a long time ago, and I’m worried…”

“Isla.” Maddox interrupts me, his palm cradling my cheek and urging me to look up at him. “Baby, I don’t care if you never suck my cock. I don’t care if you only ever lick it like an ice cream cone. I never want you to do something that makes you uncomfortable. Understand?”

If I wasn’t drenched before, I would be now. “It’s not that, it’s just…”

He watches me as my words trail off. With soft eyes, he says, “If you want to tell me about it right now, I’m all ears. And if it’s something you want to work through, I’m here for you. But baby, you’re the one who just had to confront her ex. And as your boyfriend, it’s my job to make sure you’re okay. Better than okay. Let me make you feel good.”

Blinking at him a few times, I wonder how I got so lucky. And I push aside the rogue thoughts warning me that Maddox Graves is entirely too good to be true. “I do want to tell you about it.” Even though it’s embarrassing as hell. “But not now. Right now, I need you.”

The sexiest groan slips past Maddox’s lips, and then his hands go to my ass and he’s lifting me like I weigh nothing at all. I wrap my arms around his neck and our mouths collide with undisguised need as he holds me to his body. I grind against his abs like a cat in heat, whimpering as my clit pulses.

Maddox’s erection rubs against my ass as he carries me over to his bed and gently lays me down. His lips never leave mine. Our connection never breaks. His much larger form covers and cages my body in, and when he braces his knee between my thighs, I unwrap my legs from around Maddox’s waist and let them splay open.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs as he breaks our kiss and looks his fill. There’s no mistaking the deep hunger flaring in his earthen eyes.

I’ve never felt so beautiful.

Shivers of pleasure skitter down my spine as Maddox’s rough hands explore every inch of my naked flesh. He kisses, nips, and sucks his way down the column of my neck, over my collarbones, and pays particular attention to my aching breasts.

“You’re a goddess,” he says between kisses. “And you’re mine.”

God, that possessiveness does it for me. It doesn’t send a flare of panic through my chest or a twinge of discomfort because I know he means it in the most reverential way. For some reason, this beautiful, talented, sought-after man seems surprised that I would want to be his.

Madness.

“And you’re mine,” I reply on a shaky exhalation. My back arches off the mattress as Maddox lightly nips at my breast and his fingers slip between my slick folds. He presses one finger inside of me before withdrawing it and adding another. I cry out when he rubs along my inner walls, stretching me, driving me wild.

“I need to make sure you’re ready for me.” Maddox’s voice is a low rasp. His hard length presses against my hip, and I’m desperate to feel him inside of me. “Don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

“You won’t,” I croak. But I’ve never taken anyone as large as Maddox, so I let myself give in to the pleasure he wrings from my body. I’m so wet that I can hear the slick movements of his fingers as he fucks me with them. The sound is erotic. Reaching down, I fist his cock and rub my thumb along the slit, spreading the bead of pre-cum across its thick head. It’s not enough.

My hand falls to my pussy, my fingers skimming across Maddox’s hand as he pleasures me. I slip two of my own fingers inside my wet heat alongside his and moan from how full it makes me. He stops licking and sucking my nipples to stare at where our fingers slide together and disappear into my pussy. His gaze is hungry. Wild. And when I draw my fingers out, coated in my slick arousal, and paint the shaft of his dick with it, he practically growls.

“Jesus, baby. That’s so hot.” His words taper off into a gasp as I palm his length and work him. My arousal makes him slippery and wet, and my hand moves in a fluid dance. His hips buck as I work him. “Shit. Shit, you need to stop, Isla. I don’t want to come in your hand. I want to be buried inside you when I explode.”

With a devious smirk, I work his dick once more. Maddox grabs my wrist and presses it above my head on the mattress. He slowly withdraws his fingers from my body, which I protest with a whimper, and presses them to my lips.

“Open your mouth, Isla. I want you to taste yourself.”

I’ve never tasted myself, except on his lips, but I obey. I lick and suck my arousal off his fingers without hesitation.

“Good girl,” he praises. His chest presses into me as he kisses me, hard. And then he pulls away only long enough to reach for his nightstand. He tugs at the drawer and grabs a condom. I watch with hungry eyes as he rips the little foil wrapper and unrolls it down his length. My legs splay wide in invitation.

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