Page 38 of These Jagged Edges

“Absolutely.” His thick cock twitches in anticipation, and I lower my hips, taking the head of his fat cock.

He's long and thick, and I haven’t had sex since the twins were conceived, and that wasn't even consensual, so I don’t count it. I slowly sink down a few more inches, the sharp intake of air and tears that sting my eyes are unavoidable as he stretches me wide, I feel like I'm being torn apart. My vagina may never recover from this.

"Breathe Evie, breathe with me baby," Maddox says in a strained voice.

"T-touch me,” I pant.

"Fucking finally," he growls as his mouth latches on to my nipple while his hand flies to my clit, and before long, the burning ache gives way to white hot pleasure, and I slowly lower myself until he finally bottoms out inside me.

Maddox's hands move and tighten on my waist. "Look at you take me so good." He picks me up, dropping me fully on his thick cock. I feel fucking crazed.

Is this what good dick is? Because if so Oh. My. God. I’ve never experienced pleasure like this in my life. Maddox sets the pace, handling me as if I weigh nothing and when he hits that special spot, I roughly pull his hair and moan his name.

"Touch yourself Evie, work that greedy clit for me.” Maddox is fixated on where he’s slamming into me and once my hand finds my clit, I clench around him, and his dark gaze finds mine. “That’s it, choke my cock with that pussy baby.”

Removing my hand from my clit, I shove myslick fingers deep into his mouth, he sucks my fingers moaning, and I come so hard my vision blurs. Maddox begins fucking into me harder, his movements becoming frantic, and I know he's close.

I tug on the nape of his hair and whisper in his ear, "Come for me Big Guy.”

That pushes him over the edge, and I have to slap a hand over his mouth as he comes. Despite being a man of few words, he’s very vocal in bed. Removing my hand, I collapse on top of his sweaty chest. Both of us are out of breath. A thick arm wraps around me holding me close. After a few moments, Maddox moves, and I wince as he removes himself from me. As he moves to get up, I begin to protest. "I'm just going to clean you up."

I can't get up. My legs feel like wet noodles, and I'm prone to falling asleep at any moment, so I decide to wait until I heard the shower start before getting up. Except I don’t hear the shower start. What I feel is kisses littering down my spine, down my ass cheek. "What’re you doing?"

"Cleaning you up."

With that, he begins lazily licking my pussy where his cum and mine have seeped out. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

"Maddox," I hiss as he sticks his tongue deep inside me.

"Give me one more," he murmurs into my pussy as he gently laps at my swollen clit.

After Maddox wrings one more from my tired body, we enjoy a hot shower, where Maddox washes me from head to toe—lavishing me with affection. An invite to sleep over slips from my lips, and before I can process it, Maddox pulls me into bed with him.

This is new for me. I’m used to sleeping alone unless the boys are in bed with me. The last man I shared a bed with terrified me. I’ve never shared a bed with someone who makes me feel safe and secure. This is uncharted territory for me.

"Eves, I can hear your mind going ninety to nothing. How do you usually sleep?"

"On my stomach."

Maddox kisses my lips. "Flip over, woman, and get some rest."

Getting off him, I move to my stomach and almost moan. Comfort wraps me up like an old friend, and I feel a long arm snake under my pillow, locking fingers with mine, and a heavy leg is thrown over mine as a sigh of contempt slips from my lips.

"Maddox?" I ask quietly, not quite ready to close my eyes.

"Yeah Pretty Girl?"

"How old are you?"

"Forty-two." Damn, he looked good for forty-two.

His deep laugh vibrates my back. "I'm just fucking with you. I'm thirty-five." Eight years older than me.

"What's your favorite color?"

"Black." His finger begins drawing lazy circles on my back.

"Guilty pleasure?"

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