Page 11 of Ashton

“Maddox, move already.”

His upper lip curls into a smirk. “No, maybe not.” He pulls back, and my hands drop.

“Are you kidding me?” I cry in protest, throwing my hands in the air. “I’ve wanted you for years, Maddox, and now you’re turning me away?”

His hand moves fast, gripping the back of my neck and swatting my pussy with his other hand. I cry out in pain,drawing in a shaky breath. His eyes hold mine as his finger slips deep inside.

“This pussy is mine.” He pumps his finger fast, as my pussy tightens. My fingers cling to the waistband of his jeans. When he adds another finger, my legs tremble. Just when I was about to come, he pulls away.

“No,” I cry out in outrage.

“You’re coming on my dick or nothing, baby.” He unzips his jeans, slipping them down past his hips. I watch like a greedy, hungry wolf. I wait, then I drop to my knees; taking hold of his dick, he lets out a low moan.

“God, I love your touch. Jinx.” He groans when I stroke him slowly. He gathers my hair into a tight pony and pushes my face closer to his dick. I stick my tongue out, licking from the base to the tip, then swallow him deep in my mouth. His hold tightens the more I suck him off. If he thinks I’ll let him finish, he’s wrong. I push against his thighs, popping him from my mouth.

“You’re not finishing in my mouth. I want your cum dripping from my pussy all day.”

“Fuck, baby. You’re damn right, I want my cum dripping from you. Every step you take.” He pulls my hair, so I stand. “Every time you sit.” His hands slide down my ass, lifting me. “I want you to remember who made you so wet.”

I wrap my legsaround his waist, working my hand between us. I line him up, and he drops me slowly, stretching me; I thought Atticus was big, but Maddox is thicker.

“Maddox.” I moan his name.

He grips my ass tight, flexing his hips fast. “God. I’ve waited forever to feel your pussy on my dick. I was stupid to wait so long.”

Tangling my fingers in his hair, I move my hips faster. “Shut up and fuck me. We can talk later.”

“I can do that.” He walks over to the bed, tossing me down. “Roll over. I’ll show you fucking.”

I lick my dry lips; this will be new to me. Not being able to see him is scary. What if he tries something? I’ll never know. My chest tightens when I try to draw in a breath. Maddox’s hand runs down my back, sending shivers racing down my spine.

“Get out of your head, Jinx. I’m not going to do anything to hurt you. I would never do that.” His body pressed against mine; his weight pushes me further into the mattress—calmness eases over me.

“I’m good. I’ve only ever had sex twice. Atticus is a force to reckon with. I’m sorry, talking about another guy probably isn’t good for your ego.” I push my face into the blanket.

He laughs, pressing his face into my neck. “Baby, I know how Atticus is. You talking about him while we’re bothnaked isn’t going to scare my hard-on away. Did you want to try this position, or did you want to face me?”

“I’ll try this one.” The words barely leave my lips, and his hand slips between my legs. He drives two fingers into my wet, aching core. “Holy shit.” I moan out, pressing more into him.

“Are you ready?” He moves away, pulling his fingers out.

“Yeah, if you are.” I tip my head to get a look at him.

He smiles. “I’m always ready.”

He buries himself deep inside, and my body explodes with ecstasy. His hands pull my ass into his hips, driving his dick deeper. The sound of his groans causes my core to clench.

“Touch yourself. I wanna feel that pussy choke my dick until I’m spilling deep inside you.”

I don’t think I need to touch myself to come; the way he talks is enough for me. I slip my hand between, finding my clit with my finger—I rub. My back arches, and Maddox hisses as I climb closer to the finish line. He thrusts faster and lifts my leg onto the bed, getting better access to my g-spot. I keep rubbing my clit, air catches in my lungs, and I scream into the mattress. Maddox rocks slowly, his fingers digging into my skin. With a final slam, he groans, spilling into me.

I try to even out my breathing when warm lips press against my back.

“I thinkyou missed your morning class, baby.” He pulls out, lying next to me. “Do you need your inhaler?”

“No. I’m fine. If I’m quick enough, I can catch my other morning class.” I roll onto my back, covering my eyes. My chest is tight but manageable. I don’t want to leave; reality will smack me in the face once I step outside. My small safe bubble will burst, as much as I don’t want to. I need to talk to Dad.

“I’ll walk you to class. Soon, this bullshit will be over.”

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