Page 31 of Lawless Deception

Unable to wait another second, I dip down, inhaling her scent and licking a trail up her pussy through her underwear. Needing to taste her, my fingers wrap around the flimsy string of her thong and tear it from her body. I hear a gasp from Roxanne as the material falls away, revealing her glistening cunt to me.

I dive in, literally, feasting on her swollen flesh and spearing her with my tongue before licking all the way up her seam.

“Fuck,” she whispers on a pained groan, bucking her hips as I nip at her clit. I grip her hips, keeping her in place as I eat her out. I slide a finger into her dripping wet heat, pumping in and out a couple of times before adding a second, curling them to hit her G-spot.

Roxanne begins to pant as her release nears, and when I feel her tighten around my fingers, I withdraw my fingers and pull my mouth away

“What the…fuck, Maddox,” she pants angrily, leaning up on her elbows.

Fuck, she looks beautiful splayed out on the bed, her legs spread and her pussy dripping fucking wet with my saliva and her own juices. I climb from the bed and watch her for a second.

“If you leave me like this, I swear to fucking god—” Her words cut off as I shove my jeans down over my arse, freeing my cock, which is already weeping, and giving it a couple of tugs before I climb between her legs.

I lean forward, rocking my hips and letting my cock glide between the lips of her cunt as I take her mouth, making her taste herself. Taste how fucking sweet she is.

She breaks the kiss on a harsh exhale as I tease her entrance. My mouth trails down her neck, nipping and sucking, no doubt leaving marks on her beautiful skin as the head of my cock breaches the tight walls of her pussy. I hold myself back from entering her any further, torturing us both a little longer. Blocked from tasting anymore of her flesh by the clothes she’s still wearing, I push her down onto the bed and take the hem of her t-shirt in my grasp, ripping it open like it was nothing more than paper. Then I roughly shove her bra up, releasing her pert tits with nipples pebbled and begging for my mouth.

“Fuck, Maddox,” she whimpers as I lower my head, taking a nipple into my mouth, sucking hard before flicking my tongue over it. I offer the same treatment to the other one, and unable to hold back any longer and feeling her pussy contracting around the head of my cock, trying to draw me in, I slam forward as my teeth bite down on her nipple. She lets out a keening cry at the intrusion and bite of pain as I bury myself to the hilt inside her.

It’s fucking heaven as she stretches and wraps around me like a damn glove. After a moment allowing her to adjust to my size, I destroy her. Pounding into her, she meets my every fucking thrust, and when her hand grips my hair, yanking me from her tits roughly, I see the wild look in her eyes as I take her, all of her.

I shift positions, lifting her hips as I sit back on my heels, freeing up my hands and deepening the angle. Keeping one hand at her hip, gripping tightly, I trail the other up her taut stomach, skimming her breast and giving a little flick to her nipple before wrapping my fingers around her delicate neck. Her eyes lock on mine, widening with unadulterated pleasure as I give a little squeeze, temporarily cutting off her oxygen for a second.

“Fuck…yes! I’m…going to…come. Aah…aah,” she pants, clamping down on me, and I tighten my hold on her throat again, her legs squeezing around me begin to shake in response as she comes apart. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as wave after wave of pleasure rips through her.

“Look at me, Roxanne. I want you to see who it is that’s fucking you, making you scream,” I grit out between clenched teeth as my own release crests.

Her eyes snap to mine just as my cock swells, spilling inside her and coating her walls with my seed. My thrusts falter slightly as pleasure short circuits my brain, and I drop my head back on a roar.

As the intense pleasure wanes, I feel Roxanne shift in my still tight grip, and I release her hip, no doubt leaving bruises. That sends a spark of possessiveness through me I didn’t think I was capable of.

Looking down at her, I expected to see contentment or at the least a sly smile, but instead I’m met with her face turned away, eyes closed, her mouth turned downward and brows pinched together.

“Hey,” I say, shifting and easing out of her. I watch her face the whole time and don’t miss the wince as I do. “Shit, did I hurt you, T—”

“Don’t say it, Maddox,” she warns. “Please, just leave,” she says, her tone full of contrition as she climbs from the bed, grabbing her robe and wrapping it tightly around herself.

Anger chases away the pleasure from moments ago, and I rise to my feet, yanking my jeans up as I stride after her. “What the fuck is going on? Did I hurt you?” I grab her arm, pulling her to a stop and spinning her round to face me.

“Hurt me?” she questions, almost like she’s not sure what I mean. “Nah, Maddox, you didn’t hurt me.” I breathe an internal sigh of relief, but it’s short lived as she says the next words. “How can you hurt someone you already destroyed?” She can’t even look me in the eye, and I shake her, trying to get her to face me. Gripping her chin, I turn her head, but she smacks my hand away, pulling out of my hold on her arm as anger surges in my veins.

She looks dejected as she stands there, arms wrapped around herself as though she’s holding herself together.

“Get out.”

“No fucking way. It’s not how this goes, Roxanne.”

“Get out,” she says again, firmer this time.

“No,” I say, taking a step toward her.

She surges forward and shoves me, much as she did downstairs in the garage, but with more force this time. I wasn’t expecting it and am knocked off balance slightly, but she doesn’t relent, she keeps coming, shoving me over and over.

“Get the fuck out! Go!” she screams, continuing to push at me until I find myself in the hall and her door slamming shut on me as she yells, “Leave me the hell alone.”

I hear the rustle of fabric on the other side of the door before a small thud, then what sounds like crying. The sound hurts deep in my gut, my heart, and I want to break the door down to get to her, but I know it’s probably not a great idea.

“Fuck,” I whisper, rubbing a hand across my face. A hand that smells of her, her scent, her arousal, and it makes me hard and my blood boil beneath my skin at the same time.

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