Page 34 of Sweet Addiction

Her eyes dilate further. She couldn’t hide the desire in them if she tried. “Bu—”

I cut her off, throwing her down on the bed. “But nothing Dove.” I shuffle out of my jacket, remove my tie and shirt. Her eyes dart to my six pack, she licks her lips. “I am going to fuck you until you can’t take it anymore. Fuck you until you feel me everywhere. By the time I am done showing you just who owns your cunt, you will feel me every time you move.”

She shudders, her eyes rolling shut. Her long lashes fan her cheeks. She has never looked so sexy. “Knox, we shouldn’t. I mean this has to end right? We can’t keep doing this behind my mom’s back,” she whispers, a tremble in her voice.

Pushing my slacks and boxers down my legs, I step out of them before removing my socks. No bigger turnoff than a man who wears socks while fucking. Climbing on the bed, I position myself between her thighs and nip at her full lips. “We will never end Dove. Because you are mine and I am yours. I don’t want to hear those words out of your mouth again. Just accept what is. And that’s you and me. No one else is a factor in this. In us.”

She laughs but it’s humorless. “Mom is a pretty big factor asshole. She likes you. You are supposed to be her fiancé, fake or not. I am screwing you behind her back. And not just that, you are a teacher at my school, my running coach. I can get kicked out for that. And I don’t even want to think about the consequences for you,” she finishes, her eyes searching mine, imploring me to put a stop to this madness. Doesn’t she know me by now? That will never happen.

“You are worth every consequence Dove. Every. Single. One,” I enunciate to get my point across.

She shakes her head, tears gathering, making her orbs appear brighter. “I can’t lose her Knox. Yeah, she has her issues and doesn’t always do right by me, but I love her. She’s my mother.”

“You won’t lose her,” I say simply. Yeah, Scarlett might be mad when she finds out, but she has no right to be. We are not together. Never have been. Never will be. Madison opens her mouth to argue but I don’t let her. “Ssh. Now I won’t punish you tonight being as you are on your period, but I am going to fuck you. I haven’t been inside your pussy for over twenty-four hours and that’s just unacceptable.”

“I have a tampon in.” Her cheeks heat in embarrassment but she has no need to be. It’s a first for me, period sex but I want to try everything with this girl. Nothing is off-limits. Reaching down, I run my fingers through her folds. When I feel the tampon string, I grab it, gently pulling. Madison’s lips part but she never breaks eye contact. Pushing up on one arm, I glance down at the cotton swab-looking thing, dangling from my fingers. It should repulse me, but it makes my cock rage harder. Looking at my dove, she squirms, her face turning a darker shade of red. I press a kiss to her forehead. “Don’t be embarrassed baby. It’s natural.” Climbing off the bed, I move to her adjoined bathroom, discarding the tampon for her, before moving back into the bedroom. “Spread your legs,” I command. She does as I ask, and my dick jumps when I see the trail of blood mixed with arousal leaking from her pussy. I lick my lips. Who knew I would have a kink for period sex?

Moving back between her thighs, I run a finger down her slit and push inside. She is tight, but her wetness allows me to easily thrust in and out of her hot channel. Adding another finger, I lean down so I can take her clit in my mouth. Madison’s legs clamp around my head to stop me and she shoots up, trying to push me away. “No. No way are you eating me out.”

I chuckle. “Relax baby; I am only going to play with your clit. You are still so tight, and I need to stretch you out. I don’t want to hurt you.”

She stares at me before she sighs, slumping back down on her pillows. I get to work with stretching her, adding another finger, making that three. She moans, writhing beneath me as she gets wetter and wetter with every lap of my tongue at her little bundle of nerves. Once I feel her orgasm building, I pull out my digits, now covered in blood and release her nub. She whimpers, throwing me a glare. “What the hell Knox?” she growls, making me smirk.

“Calm down Dove. You will get your orgasm, but it will be on my cock,” I promise, wiping my fingers on my thigh. Crawling up her body, I line my cock up to her entrance, press my lips to hers and push slowly inside. Fuck. She feels so good.

She gasps into my mouth when I am fully seated. Breaking the kiss, I stare down at her, stilling so she can adjust to my size. “Can I move?” I grit.

She nods, sucking in a breath. “Yeah. I felt your piercing scraping my walls when you pushed inside.”

Grinning, I say, “You are going to feel it a whole lot more in a second Dove.”

Pulling nearly all the way out of her, I glance down at where we are connected. I groan at the sight. My cock covered in her blood. Something snaps inside of me. I feel unhinged. Out of control. Thrusting back into her tight cunt, I fuck her wildly. Like an animal. This primal need inside me, demands me to consume her, swallow her whole, so she can never leave me.

Madison cries out in pleasure or pain; I am not sure. But it spurs me on all the same. Reaching down, I circle her clit in hard, fast strokes as I pound into her. Her body jerks, back arches. “Knox,” she cries out as she convulses around me. Her pussy clamping down on me so hard, I swear she nearly snaps my cock. “Oh my god. Knox,” she screams, her whole body spasming with her orgasm. I don’t let up. I fuck into her deeper. Wanting to ingrain a part of me so deep inside her, she will never get me out. Half me. Half her. A baby. I want to fuck my kid into her. Tie her to me irrevocably. I want to paint her insides with so much cum that it leaks from every pore in her body. I want her. Forever. Mine. With those as my last thoughts, my eyes roll shut as I come, my dick jerking as my seed coats her insides. Opening my eyes, I find Madison’s gaze on me, a small grin on her lips.

“What’s that smile for?” I ask as I pull out of her. Glancing down, the animal inside me beats at my chest when I find blood on my cock and coating her thighs.

Her legs close, blocking my view. Squeezing her eyes shut, her smile grows bigger. Shaking my head, I climb off the bed, stepping into the bathroom, only to stop when Madison speaks. “You make me happy,” she whispers and for a moment I think I’ve misheard her, but I didn’t. My chest tightens. I know how torn she has been over us, her turmoil evident with every interaction. Yet she let her guard down, was brave enough to admit that.

Spinning, I find her gaze now on me. She looks sated. Content. The only other times I have seen her like this is when she has a camera in hand. If I can bring her the same joy as her photography does, then I am doing something right. Leaning down, I brush my lips against hers.

“You make me happy too.”

ChapterTwenty-Two

MADISON

Time passes quickly when you are living a lie.

It’s been a month since the gala. Since that night things with Knox have progressed. We haven’t put a label on our relationship. How can we, when technically he is my mother’s fiancé for another six months. Mom. I still feel like shit whenever I think about her and what I am doing. My guilt toward her would be too much to bear had I not learned to compartmentalize everything. Every day, I tell myself that their relationship isn’t real. That they haven’t even had sex. Or any other kind of intimacy. It eases my conscience a little.

To further make myself feel better about it, I have been attending every audition Mom asks me to and I even filmed the pilot for her reality show, without argument. Though, I hated every minute of it, it made Mom happy and that’s all that matters.

“So, I thought I would get us a limo for us and all our friends. What do you think?” Talan murmurs beside me, breaking my thoughts. I stare at him, as he takes a bite of his burger, momentarily confused about what he is saying. But then I remember that the winter formal is coming up. Talan hasn’t asked me to be his date, but it’s a given. He is meant to be my boyfriend after all.

Glancing around our table in the cafeteria, everyone is caught up in their own conversations, not taking any notice of Talan and me. Biting my lip, I pick at my salad. My thoughts go to Knox. He won’t be happy about this but what can I do? I can’t exactly take him as my date, now, can I? Plastering on a smile, I say, “Sure. Sounds great.”

Wrapping a hand around my bicep, he leans in, so he can whisper in my ear. “What is up with you lately? You always seem distracted.”

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