Page 28 of Mr. Irrelevant
“Look at this needy cunt,” he says, his fingers ghosting over my slit and making me whimper pathetically. It’s nowhere near enough, especially with how worked up I am, but he’s in charge here, so I wait patiently for whatever comes next. “Tell me who it belongs to, Liv. Tell me and I’ll make it come so fucking pretty.”
I attempt to string together the words, my mouth opening and closing several times, but my brain is completely empty—vacant of any thoughts other than how desperate I am for him to stop torturing me. Licking my lips, I swallow, but before I can try again, his open palm cracks against the flesh of my ass. I cry out, the stinging pain blooming outward and transforming into something much more pleasurable than I could’ve ever imagined.
“Answer me,” he says. “Who’s fucking pussy is this? Who’s the only man she sings for?” His voice is strained, telling me that he’s struggling every bit as much as I am as he rears back and spanks me again, the motion finally freeing the word from the back of my throat.
“Yours!”
MADDOX
“Good fucking girl,” I reply, slamming my cock into Livvy’s dripping pussy…completely bare. The last time Isank into her without protection, cooler heads prevailed, but there’s not a chance I’m wrapping up tonight unless she explicitly tells me to. I need to feel her like this. I’m feral for it.
I was alone for a while after my ejection, and I spent the entire time replaying the whole situation in my head. The more I sat with it, the more I realized that everything Underwood said was bullshit. I know Liv. If she was planning on giving him another chance, which I highly doubt after what he did to her, she’d end things with me first. We agreed to be exclusive, and I trust her. Any doubt I had in the heat of the moment faded away in the quiet of the empty locker room, but that doesn’t change the fact that I hated the thought of her with anyone but me. Which is why I’m so desperate to hear her say she’s mine, and to fill her up so much that she’s dripping with me long after I’m gone.
She claws at the sheets, balling them in her fists so tightly that her knuckles turn white as I pound into her relentlessly. I feel wild and unhinged, and if it weren’t for the way she’s throwing her full ass back into me with every punishing thrust, I’d worry I was hurting her. Maybe I am, but if so, she fuckingloves it.
“You like it when I tear into you like this, baby?” I ask darkly. “When I take what I need frommy pussy? I’m going to pump you so full, you won’t be able to taste anything but me for weeks.”
“Y-yes,” she stutters, her body bouncing off mine as she hangs on for dear life. “I love it.”
“I bet you fucking do,” I growl, taking her supple hips in my hands and digging my fingers into thefeverish flesh. I want to burn my prints into them, marking her so that anyone who sees these beautiful parts of her knows that she’ll never fully be theirs. “Such a little slut, just for me. I’m going to make sure this greedy, swollen cunt aches with every single step you take. Even the smallest brush of your thighs will come with a stinging reminder of the way Daddy fucked you while you begged for more.” A carnal groan erupts from her chest at my words, her inner walls clenching against me as my balls draw up tight with my impending release. I’m too lost in my own desperate need to claim her, that I don’t even notice the way her pussy flutters, signaling that she’s on the edge right beside me. I give her one, two, three rough thrusts, filling her with my seed as she releases violently. We’re a mess of filthy sounds and shaking limbs, but I don’t even let her completely finish before I’ve got her flipped onto her back, pushing my still hard erection back inside her warm, wet heat. She whines in discomfort, sobering me just long enough to remind her that she can stop this if she wants to.
“Use your colors if it’s too much,” I grit as I bottom out, aftershocks from her climax rippling along the entire length of my cock. She nods her head weakly in understanding, still utterly wiped out, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m so hungry for this woman, nothing short of the wordsyelloworredcould stop me from continuing.
“That’s my sweet baby,” I purr. “All you have to do is lie there while I blow load after load into you until there’s no doubt who you belong to. I’ll change your goddamn DNA with the amount of cum I leave insideyour hot little body, Liv. And you’ll love every second of it, won’t you?”
“Mhmm,” she hums, her head lolling from side to side on the pillow. “Give it to me, Maddox. I need it.” Her eager words have me ready to bust again, and this time when my limbs begin to tingle and my head goes fuzzy, I don’t even give a warning, driving my cock into her as deep as I can get before unloading for the second time. My entire frame shakes as electricity runs through me, white hot possession making me feel like a king while she accepts everything I have to give.
“Gorgeous girl,” I praise, slowing my thrusts and rubbing soft circles on her swollen bundle of nerves. I’m still hard, but my heart feels like it’s on the brink of explosion, so I take a moment, raking my eyes down her body as I work her up. She’s fucking breathtaking, with her flushed, glowing skin and knotted hair. I just want to blurt out everything I’m feeling, but I know it’s not the right time for all of that. The best I can hope for after this shitshow of a day is that she’ll give me a real shot—whatever that looks like. The declarations of love and devotion will have to wait.
“Maddox,” she whimpers, her inner walls hugging my shaft. “Don’t stop. I’m going to come.” Her clit is hard and pulsing under my touch, her legs trembling against my hips. I continue my ministrations, picking up the pace as I drag my heavy length out to the tip before hammering back inside. Her pussy sucks me in deep, making my eyes roll back in pleasure while I fuck her toward the edge.
“Soak my fucking cock,” I coax. “It belongs to you,baby. Only you.” Her brows pull in, teeth sinking into her plump lower lip as she balls the sheets up in her small fists. Mustering up every last ounce of endurance I have, I pound into her, watching in awe as her back lifts off the mattress and she comes on a loud scream, milking yet another mind-melting orgasm from me in the process. A deep growl claws its way up my throat, and I dig my fingers into the flesh of her thighs, shooting hot ropes of cum into her spasming cunt until she’s robbed me of every last drop. There’s no way she won’t be marked and bruised after this, but I’ll spend forever kissing each and every impression I left behind, showing her how grateful I am to have her this way.
She may not realize it yet, but Olivia Grant is it for me. All that’s left to do is convince her that what we have is worth the risk and make her mine for good.
TWENTY-SEVEN
LIVVY
“Are you okay?”Maddox asks, pressing soft kisses to my neck and shoulder. I’m still buzzing from the orgasms, and all the discomfort from being taken so roughly has morphed into a delicious reminder of the most mind-blowing sexual experience of my entire life. I’m dripping with both of our releases, but I don’t hate knowing how full of him my body is right now.
“Mhmm,” I mumble contentedly, enjoying the gentle slide of his plump lips across my sensitive skin. I know we need to talk about what happened with Deacon, but I can’t stop myself from taking just a few more minutes for us, letting him hold me close. I’m hoping the conversation doesn’t take him back to where he was when he got home, but if we don’t address it, I can’t ease his mind. It obviously rattled him; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so desperate to claim me the way he just did. I’m certainly not complaining—I’ll tell him who I belong to a million times a day if he wants to hear it—I just never want him to doubt that it’s true.
I turn my head, finding his eyes with mine. They’re filled with emotion, and I hate that he’s holding it in, so I tear off the Band-Aid for both of us. “What did he say to you?”
His brows furrow tightly, as if he’s recalling a haunting memory, so I ghost my hands up and down his sides to let him know I’m right here. He gathers himself, taking a slow, deep breath and letting it out on a steady exhale before he finally speaks.
“He said he was with you last night. That you two—” The words are strained as he cuts himself off, like he’s afraid I’ll confirm Deacon’s story if he says the whole thing out loud. I certainly won’t lie to him about what went down. I just hope he trusts that I’m telling him the truth.
“He stopped by my apartment, uninvited,” I say. “He managed to get by security because the guard knew who he was, but I never let him inside. Fully aware of how persistent he is, I agreed to hear him out, but when he said he wanted to get back together, I told him to leave. Your call came through before I could close the door, and he saw it.” I find his gaze with mine, raising my hand to his cheek and cupping it gently. “I swear, nothing else happened. I wouldn’t do that to you.”
His eyes flutter closed, and relief washes over his expression. “I know,” he replies. “I lost my head for a second, but when I had time to really think about it, I realized that I had given him exactly what he wanted. Somehow, he knew I’d get fired up over the thought of him fucking you—and I did.” He shakes his head, adefeated sigh pushing past his lips as he swallows roughly. “I just need you to be mine, Liv.Reallymine. Please. I don’t care what it takes. If you want to keep it a secret until we both retire, we will. But I can’t just be your friend anymore. It’s fucking killing me inside.”
My heart cracks in my chest as I take him in, pleading—begging—for a chance. I can’t even be mad at him for going against our initial agreement because I want it just as badly as he does. But there’s still a tiny voice in the back of my head telling me that we’d be opening the door for a lot of pushback from both the Renegades organization and the public if we were to openly date one another. At this point, though, I’m more scared of the alternative. The thought of saying goodbye to Maddox, knowing that I’ll still see him all the time, seems a hell of a lot worse than anything else that could happen. Ten years from now, when I look back on this monumental moment, I don’t want to have any regrets. And I know I will if I don’t follow my heart.
“Okay,” I whisper.
His eyes go wide, head jerking back as if he’s been caught completely off guard by my answer. “Okay?” I can’t help but giggle at his shocked response, nodding in affirmation as his jaw drops. Apparently, he was expecting me to fight him on this, but I’m sick of doing that. For once, I want to do something for me—because it feels right—without considering how it’ll look from the outside.
