Page 153 of Sinful Pleasure

Still, I wrapped my lips around them, sucking and licking them clean, tasting my own arousal under his cold, approving gaze.

“Do you think you deserved to come after all the bullshit you said?” I shook my head, his fingers still buried deep in my mouth.

Maddox pulled them out, letting me breathe, but the reprieve was short-lived as his lips claimed mine again. He lifted me into his arms, his hardness pressing against my body.

He carried me to the couch, hesitating briefly before letting me slide to the floor and forcing me to my knees. He removed his shorts and boxers in one swift motion, leaning down to steal another kiss.

“Brats with big mouths don’t deserve to be fucked gentle,” he growled, his hand fisting in my hair. He flipped me onto my stomach, lifting my ass in the air. “Put your hands behind your back.”

My body obeyed instinctively, every thought drowned out by the heat of the moment. I didn’t know what I was doing anymore, but I didn’t want to stop.I’d come here with a clear plan, but it was unraveling into something far more dangerous.

My legs instinctively part wider as he settles between them, my arousal spilling freely, smearing against my core.

Before I can brace myself, two long, calloused fingers trace down my spine, their rough path sending shivers through me. When they reach the spot between my thighs, they tease my clit briefly before thrusting into me without warning.I gasp, my stomach clenching as my cheek presses harder against the floor.

Maddox curls his fingers inside me, each movement deliberate and unrelenting. The sloppy, wet sounds of his fingers plunging into my pussy fills the room like a sinful melody.

“You’re making such a mess, brat,” he growls, his free hand landing a hard smack on my ass. The sting blossoms into heat, a red mark surely inked into my skin. “Such a greedy pussy.”

His fingers pump in and out of me, hard and fast, his thumb expertly flicking over my clit in maddening circles.

The intensity has my hips bucking against him, riding his hand as my lips press into a trembling line, my eyes rolling back.

When my orgasm crashes over me, it’s raw and all-consuming, leaving me powerless against the floor. I can’t stop the moans spilling from my lips, no longer able to muffle them. Maddox presses my cheek harder intothe floor, holding me firmly in place as I come undone.

His fingers slide out, leaving a frustrating emptiness behind, only for his hand to smack my ass again, drawing a sharp cry from my lips. Pain and pleasure blur together when he bites down on the tender, reddened skin, his teeth grazing the heat he left behind.

I don’t get a moment to recover. The realization hits me only when the emptiness is suddenly filled again—but this time, it’s his cock, thrusting into me in one brutal, unyielding stroke.

There’s no barrier between us, nothing but skin and heat and him. I scream, the sound a mix of pain, shock, and overwhelming pleasure. My cry earns a guttural groan from him as he stills for just a moment, the weight of him settling over me in a way that feels all-consuming.

He is so big, so hard, and so rough inside me.

He doesn’t give me a moment to catch my breath or adjust to the way his size stretches and tears into my pussy with every thrust.His rhythm is merciless—fast and hard—driving into me as if he wants to punish me.

My knees scrape against the floor, raw from the friction, while one of his hands pins my wrists behind my back like makeshift handcuffs. His other hand presses my head down, forcing my cheek against the cold ground as he fucks me harder, faster— like he hates me.

I clench around him, unable to stop myself, my body betraying me with its eagerness. I hear my own muffled pleas escape, broken and shameless.

“Please… faster… more.”

“A big mouth just to end up on the floor begging to be fucked like a slut.”

The cruel edge in his voice sends a hot jolt of pleasure down my spine. Suddenly, he pulls out, leaving me empty and aching. I feel the tip of his cock teasing my entrance, spreading my slickness over my abused pussyas he plays with me.

“Tell me, princess… are you a slut?”

“No!” I cry out, desperate to feel him inside me again. My body is burning with frustration, teetering on the edge of release, but he stole it away.

“Please, Maddox!”

“But you beg like one.”

His words are a low, taunting growl as he slowly, almost torturously, slides the tip of his cock into me before pulling back out. The agonizing tease has me letting out a tortured cry, my body trembling.

“Don’t sluts beg for cock just like you’re doing now?”

“Maddox, please! I can’t—” I choke on the words, my voice a desperate whisper mingled with a sob.

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