Page 69 of Fourth Wheel
“Now, what did you need, baby girl?” he asks, working his lips over my jaw and down my neck as his hands explore my body under his oversized T-shirt. “Something about a reminder of what I feel like?”
I nod so fast my vision blurs.
Dempsey hops off the bed, laughing. “Lay down and get comfy while I lock the door. I wouldn’t put it past him to barge back in now that he knows you’re here.”
Chapter 33
Dempsey
She’safuckingmessunder my tongue.
A panting, writhing, convulsing mess.
I’ve kept her locked in my room for hours. I’ve made her call out my name more times than I can count. She’s come three times so far—once on my tongue, twice on my cock.
She told me she needed to be reminded of what I felt like.
Baby girl, I’m going to make sure you never forget the feel of me.
“Dem,” she pants, her thighs clenching around my ears as she tries to push me away. “Fuck. Dem. It feels so good, but I can’t. I can’t do it.”
I refocus my efforts, beckoning slowly against her G-spot, concentrating all the pressure right where she needs it. I lap softly at her clit, teasing just the tip of my tongue over her overly sensitive bundle of nerves.
“I can’t,” she pants again.
But I know her tells now. Her breathing is getting heavier, and her tight, swollen channel is pulsing around my fingers.
“You can, and you will,” I tell her, peeking up just long enough to take in her gorgeous, naked body splayed out on my bed.
“Come on, baby girl. Give me one more,” I encourage. I suck her clit into my mouth, not coming up for air until she screams and claws at the sheets.
I break away but keep massaging her G-spot, cheering my girl on as her body trembles with release. “Come, come, come, come,” I murmur in time with my strokes.
She arches up in pleasure, her legs tensing as she climaxes. I press into her G-spot as she bares down, and she cries out again, then she squirts so hard she soaks halfway down my forearm.
“Thatta fucking girl,” I praise, gently pulling out of her as she pants on my now very wet sheets. “Fuck, Maddie. You look so gorgeous when you soak me.”
She throws her arm over her eyes and shakes her head, but I pull that arm away and kiss her. Hard. I fucking love the way her body responds to me.
“I’ve never done that before,” she confesses, pulling me down until I’m crushing her into the mattress. We almost always lie like this after sex, naked and sated, chest to chest. I tease her about being her living, breathing weighted blanket. But I crave the intimacy as much as she does.
“You did so good, princess. You did so good for me. But now that you’ve told me that, I’m gonna have to make you squirt more often.”
“Dempsey!” She hits me playfully, and I catch her mouth in another kiss. She knows I’m teasing. Although I would love nothing more than to spend each day trying to break my orgasm record with this woman.
“I think I need a nap,” she yawns. “And I definitely need a shower.”
“Sleep now,” I encourage. “I have to leave for work in a few hours. I’ll wake you up so you have enough time to shower and change before we head back to The Oak.”
She nods sleepily, and I stroke her hair as she drifts off. Once I know she’s out for sure, I get up and take my own shower, then dress so I can take care of the one thing I’ve been dreading all day.
Fielding’s been on mom duty all weekend, like we’d originally planned. He texted me this morning before he realized I was here to say she was okay but hadn’t eaten much.
I make my way into the kitchen, intent on whipping up some eggs and toast. If she’s in the middle of a spell, it’s not likely she’ll eat. But sometimes just leaving food on her nightstand does the trick, so it’s worth a try.
“Sup, bro?” he calls out, walking barefoot and bare chested from the patio, through the living room, and into the kitchen. He’s wearing board shorts and dripping wet, which he knows pisses me off.
I grab a tea towel from the drawer by the sink and chuck it in his direction.
