Page 55 of Spades

“My boobs and pussy are already out.”

“But you’re not naked. I want to see you, Alissa. I want to seeallof you. The way you were born. The way God made you.”

The dress is already unzipped, so I sit up and slide it down my hips. I kick my shoes off—how are they still on?—and throw everything onto the floor.

I spread my legs and look up at Maddox. “Your turn.”

He burns his gaze into me, never breaking eye contact as he slowly undoes his belt, removing it completely from his pants in one motion as if he’s removing a whip from its holster.

For a fleeting moment, I want him to smack me around with it.

Where the fuck did that thought come from? I’ve never been into that.

With Maddox, I might be.

He tosses his belt to the side and slowly unbuttons his pants. He then unzips his fly with painstaking slowness.

Finally, he’s just in his underwear. Navy-blue boxer briefs. They’re on the shorter side and show off part of his magnificent thighs.

His bulge is huge. I already had an idea after feeling him up at the door last night. But feeling is one thing, seeing is a whole other. His erection is apparent, long and wide, with just the smallest blot of darkness where his pre-come has pooled.

He doesn’t strip further.

I raise an eyebrow. “Get on with it.”

He shakes his head. “I’ve done all I can.”

“What do you?—?”

Then I get it. He wants me to finish the job.

I scramble to my feet in front of the couch before kneeling in front of him. I slip a finger under his waistband on either side of him and slowly bring them down.

Halfway… Three-quarters… Five-sixths…

His cock springs free, jumping up like a soldier to attention.

And Christ, it’s huge.

Bigger than it felt last night, and even bigger than it looked underneath his boxer briefs. At least eight inches, and thick, with two veins sidewinding down it. The head is engorged and dripping. At the base of his dick is a neatly trimmed—of course—nest of dark hair.

This is a cock I could fall in love with.

“Like what you see?” he rumbles over me.

“Abso-bloody-lutely, Maddox.” I grab his cock, pumping it a few times.

He groans. “Fuck, Alissa. Your hands are soft.”

“Shea butter, gorgeous.”

I stifle a laugh. Every man comments on it the first time I get my hands on them.

I continue running my fist up and down his enormous dick while cupping his balls with the other. Finally, I lower my mouth to it, kissing it gently first, and then bringing it between my lips.

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