Page 58 of Wretched Heart
I lean over her, bracing myself with my arms fully-extended. My biceps ripple as I lean close enough to feel her breath cooling my damp skin. “From what I saw today, you’re not scared of anything,” I tell her. I suck her lower lip into my mouth before releasing it. “You handled yourself well in that boardroom, little bird. You handled your brother too. I’m proud of you.”
Her eyes sparkle at the praise. “I enjoyed it.”
“And now it’s time for me to enjoy you.”
I kneel on the bed and tug Maddie towards me so hard that her ass lifts onto my lap. My cock rests on top of herpussy as I pull her legs apart. All I need to do is pull my hips back a little and I could line up with her entrance. I swear, my cock could find its own way into her because I’ve imagined it so many times.
“I want you so badly, Hunter,” Maddie says, reading my mind.
“Then let me feast on you,” I growl, shuffling back so I can open her up with my fingers. “I don’t think that’s water I see dripping from you.”
When I lean in and blow against her wet, sensitive skin, her thighs press against the sides of my head. “Oh god,” she moans. “You don’t even have to touch me.”
But I do have to touch her. Every fiber in my body cries out to touch her. I spread her legs wide and lave her with my tongue. She cries out some more and squirms as I push my tongue into her entrance. My cock pulsates with throbbing jealousy, but I have to ignore it. I can’t take her. I won’t.
“You taste so fucking good, just like I knew you would.”
She moans as I trail my flattened tongue towards her clit. It’s swollen with need, and as I seal my lips over the sensitive bundle of nerves, Maddie fists my hair. She’s desperate to keep my mouth on her as she grinds against my face, and I’m desperate to give her what she wants. I suck hard.
“Hunter!” Maddie bellows, her back arching off the bed. “I never… I didn’t know… Oh god, that feels so good.”
I press the flat of my palm against her stomach, pushing her back against the mattress as I flick and suck and tease her clit until I can feel her thighs shaking.
“Are you ready to come? And no faking it like you were in the fucking shower to get my attention, brat,” I warn.
Maddie giggles between gasp, giving herself away. When I don’t resume feasting on her, she rises up on herelbows. “I’m sorry. I just needed you, husband,” she says, staring at me with hooded eyes.
I shake my head, but not to deny her. I make her wait, letting her need for release ebb away so she’ll have an even bigger wave to crest next time.
“Hunter,” she pleads. Then something catches in her expression. She opens her mouth to speak, but then stops.
“What?”
She bites her lip. “I want to sit on your face.”
Fuck. Is there no end to the number of times this woman is going to amaze me. “Is that something else you’ve read in one of your books?”
She looks shy for a change as she nods. “Can I?”
I drop down onto my back beside her. “Little bird, it would be my pleasure.”
As she gets up to straddle me, her tits bounce and I palm them. Her legs are around my torso, and she rubs against me as I pinch her sensitive peaks between my fingers and thumbs. Maddie’s brow furrows as she concentrates on the sensation that I’m pretty sure is making her pussy flutter. Her hands rest on my chest for support, and I don’t notice at first that all her writhing is making her move down my body rather than up.
“No, you don’t,” I say as I grab hold of her ass and pull her in the direction she should be going.
“Why won’t you fuck me, Hunter?” she complains. “I want more than your tongue.”
“You know why,” I hit out, guiding her closer to my mouth.
“But I–”
I don’t let her finish as I clamp my lips around her clit again. I need to take her mind off the one thing that will have us both heading straight to purgatory. She’s lookingdown at me as her hips thrust. Her mouth is slack, her brow furrowed as I grip her ass and encourage her to grind down against my mouth and tongue.
Maddie’s pace quickens as she gets closer to her release, but then she’s shaking her head. Her damp hair clings to her cheeks, and as she pulls a strand away, I see tears of frustration.
“No,” she gasps. “Stop.”
Chapter 19
