Page 33 of Mr. Irrelevant
He throws his head back, a tortured groan rumbling up his chest. “Fuck you for that, Dimes.” The sentence is barely out of his mouth before I’m being tossed onto the bed, air whooshing from my lungs as I land with a bounce. He’s on top of me in an instant, taking my wrist cuff and connecting it to the ring on my thigh before doing the same with the other side. “You’re a brat, you know that?” I gasp loudly as he pushes his cock into me, not stopping until I’ve taken every single inch. I thrash around underneath him, pulling at the cuffs and rethinking my decision to make him snap as I struggle to adjust. I cry out, sucking in a sharp exhale when he pulls back, snapping his hips roughly and fucking me without abandon.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he mocks. “Is it too much? I was trying to take my time with you. I was going to lickyour sweet pussy and make you feel so good. But you insisted on taking matters into your own hands, and now look at you—barely even able to take the whole thing, even though you’re gushing all over it.” His patronizing tone only makes me wetter, my inner walls finally relaxing enough to accept him as he drives in and out. “Now, I’m going to make you come on my fat cock, then I’m going to overstimulate you with my tongue because I’ll be damned if you stop me from eating my favorite meal.”
My head spins at his words, both aroused and anxious at the thought of him following through with his threat while I’m restrained like this. Normally, I can use my hands to hold him back when the pressure becomes too much. But with them bound to my legs, I’m at his mercy, taking whatever he gives, no matter how badly it hurts. I clench involuntarily, anticipation roaring through my veins as my orgasm barrels toward me. He wraps a hand around the belt that’s circling my waist, using it to hold me still as he brutally pounds into me. It’s the most mind-altering pleasure I’ve ever felt in my entire life, his large body dominating me while I’m just along for the ride. My fists ball tightly at my sides, nails sinking so deeply into my palms that I may actually draw blood, but the pain only intensifies the feeling as I speed toward the edge. And just when I begin to tip over, ready to freefall into euphoric bliss, he pulls out, leaving my pussy empty and grappling in search of him.
“Wait!” I beg. “Please!”
He tilts his head, his eyes dancing with mirth as heslowly strokes himself. “Oh, I’m sorry. Were you about to come?” His devilish smirk drips with mischief, and I whimper in discomfort as the release that was almost close enough to touch floats out of my reach. “I think I changed my mind. I’m hungry now. You don’t mind if I take a little break, right?”
I shake my head rapidly, desperate to get off. As good as it felt to be filled with him, his tongue is magic, and I’m perfectly happy coming all over it. At this point, I don’t give a fuck how he gets me there—just that hedoes.
Pressing a chaste kiss to my parted lips, he releases my wrists from my thighs one by one before hooking them to my ankles. He reaches into the bag on the nightstand, rooting around for a moment and returning with a short leather strap. It has a clip dangling from each end, which he runs from my left wrist to my right, binding all four of my limbs together before abruptly forcing them above my head. I gasp, caught off guard by the stretch that burns along my hamstrings, but he doesn’t seem to care as he holds everything in place.
“Stay still,” he orders. “Keep that slutty cunt wide open for me, or I’ll spank it until you cry.” I swallow the lump in my throat, nodding in understanding as I do everything in my power not to let my limbs fall. Whispered, nearly unintelligible pleas roll off my tongue, showing just how shameless I’ve become to get what my body needs. He chuckles darkly at my desolation, finally showing mercy and slowly kissing his way down my body. He licks and sucks, goosebumps rising in his wake as he descends at the most agonizing pace,until finally, his mouth is hovering just inches above where I drip for him. His hot breath is like a lightning strike to my clit, making my hips buck from the mattress as it ricochets off the sensitive bundle of nerves. There isn’t an inch of skin between my thighs that isn’t soaked in my own arousal as he leans in, taking one long swipe from back to front, his eyes fluttering closed like he’s never tasted anything better.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “I’ll never get enough of you.Never.” The word makes my heart squeeze in my chest because I can’t even begin to imagine my life without him in it at this point. But it’s as though he doesn’t even realize the weight of the sentiment before dipping forward and sucking my clit between his teeth. On instinct, I move to reach for his coffee-colored curls, immediately stopping when I remember his order to keep everything above my head. It’s not easy with the way my muscles are aching and trembling, but I know if I don’t follow directions, he’ll stop. And I’m so fucking close.
Unable to pull any kind of intelligent thoughts from my brain, I moan his name, begging for more as he slides his tongue downward, suctioning onto my lips and tugging gently. Stars explode behind my eyes, my orgasm blooming back to life with every flick and lick against my swollen center. He gives me everything he has, humping against the bed as he picks up speed, eating me like a man possessed. And when my orgasm crashes into me, making my soul practically leave my body, I cry out, letting it pull me under and sweep me away. I pulse against his tongue, and before I’m evencompletely recovered, he’s pushing to his knees and stroking himself furiously. He grunts loudly, and I peel my exhausted eyes open just in time to watch him spill his thick, hot load all over my abdomen.
His chest heaves with heavy breaths, and even though we’re both still basking in the afterglow of our releases, he braces his large hands on the backs of my thighs and pushes his still-hard length inside me. I moan softly, taking every inch of him like I was made to do it—because I was. My walls hug him tightly as he slides in to the hilt, a steady, satisfied exhale falling from his lips.
“Fuck, Liv,” he whispers. “I love you.”
THIRTY-TWO
MADDOX
Godfuckingdammit.
I’ve been holding those words back for weeks, never knowing if it was the right time to say them. I lost count of the number of times I almost word vomited everything but managed to reel myself in before I did. It just felt so natural—finally telling Livvy how I feel—but the very last thing I wanted was to blurt it out while buried balls deep inside her.
“Shit,” I choke out, taking in her shocked expression. Quickly pulling from her body, I free her wrists, ankles, and thighs from the cuffs. I follow by undoing the belt and throwing everything to the floor beside the bed. I royally fucked this up, diminishing one of the most important things I’ll ever say to her by doing it while she was bound and covered in my cum. Her legs drop, and she lies there wordlessly as I attempt to come up with a way to apologize for choosing this moment to utter such a life-altering phrase. My heart beats wildly, and my mouth feels like it’s filled with cotton balls,anxiety gripping my throat and telling me that I just ruined everything. There’s no way she’ll believe that I meant what I said when it just fell out of my mouth like it was no big deal. I’d barely even finished coming, but as soon as I felt her warmth wrapped around me, I was home. There’s no other way to explain it. These emotions have been building with each minute we’ve spent together, and I guess it all just overflowed.
My brows pull in, remorse passing over my expression as I take in her wide eyes and parted lips. My instinct is to play it off—to take the words back so I can say them again when we aren’t in the middle of having sex—but I justcan’t. She needs to know what she means to me, even if I didn’t plan to do it right now. I swallow, prepared to repeat myself because I refuse to tell her anything other than the truth, but before I can, she knocks me completely on my ass, turning my entire world upside down.
“I love you too,” she says on a rushed breath, the words bursting from her lungs as though she’s been holding them in as long as I have. A gorgeous, relieved smile blooms across her face, tears filling her big blue eyes as she stares up at me. My head rears back, caught completely off guard not only by the fact that she heard and believes my words, but reciprocates them. She fuckingloves me back.
Holy shit.
Without a word, I crash my lips to hers, earning an adorable little laugh that I swallow immediately. Her arms wrap around my neck, and she holds me close as I revel in the kiss, a million pounds lifting off my shouldersnow that I’ve finally told her how I feel. All the anxiety I was feeling seconds ago about fucking up the moment falls away, and I realize that this isexactlyhow it should’ve happened. Although my connection with Livvy didn’t start in the bedroom, it’s where I began to fall in love with her. By showing me her list and trusting me to be what she needed after being dismissed for so long, she gave me a gift I can never truly thank her for. And the fact that she’s been such a driving force in my life—believing in me when I struggled to believe in myself—how could I not give her every single piece of my heart?
I grind my erection over her center, her legs wrapping around my hips, heels digging into my ass and urging me forward. Knowing that I’m about to truly make love to her, whispering all the things I’ve been holding back for far too long, makes my chest squeeze with emotion as I line up at her entrance.
“Say it again, baby,” I beg. “Say it while I push inside.”
She takes a shaky inhale, slowly letting it out before repeating the words. “I love you, Maddox.” I don’t waste another second, thrusting forward and burying myself right where I belong. I’ve fucked this woman so many times, but I can already feel the shift. With just a single sentence, our lives have changed forever. In this moment, connected to one another—mind, body, and soul—I’m surer than ever that Olivia Grant is mine.
“I love you so much, Dimes,” I echo, pulling back and plunging forward, setting a slow, gentle pace as I seal my mouth over hers again. Our tongues lick andtangle, gliding against each other like we just can’t get enough. She tastes like everything I’ve ever wanted, and nothing—not even football—could ever make me feel this complete.
We’re a symphony of grunts and moans, the air around us thick with emotion as her inner walls begin to flutter around me. I sneak a careful hand between our bodies, rubbing soft circles over her clit just like she likes. Her muscles tense deliciously, gripping onto me even tighter as I coax her toward the summit.
“There she is,” I praise. “Does that feel good, baby? Are you going to come? I can feel that tiny little pussy getting ready to explode.”
“Mhmm,” she whimpers, nodding her head as her eyes begin to flutter closed. “Please, don’t stop.”
“I’ll never stop, Liv,” I promise. “Just give in for me. Show me what a sweet girl you are.” I pull my hand away, gliding along the back of her thigh before lifting it over my hip. Reaching between her ass cheeks, I slowly and carefully sink the tip of my middle finger inside. The puckered hole is completely coated in her arousal, providing plenty of lubrication for me to go even further. That does the trick, because it only takes a few more thrusts before she sucks me in, her cunt closing around me so tight that I think I might actually pass out. Her back bows off the mattress, her body shaking violently as pleasure rolls through her like an electric current.
Unable to hold off my release, I surrender to the sensation. White light dances around the edges of my vision, igniting into blinding sparks that prick at myskin. My balls contract, and as soon as my name cuts through the space between us in a choked whisper, I erupt, pumping everything I have to give into her. It goes on forever, both of us lost in an unimaginable reality as we yield to the high of our orgasms.
