Page 18 of Sweet Addiction

“What about Mom? Talan?” she whispers, and I nearly see red at the mention of that boy.

“Don’t say his name when you are with me. We both know he isn’t who you want,” I growl before softening. “And she isn’t here. I told you the truth about what we are; stop trying to find reasons not to do this. We are going to happen Dove, so you may as well get on board,” I say with conviction, waving off her concerns. I am over her using Scarlett as an excuse. Her mom isn’t even a factor in this and has no business being in this room right now. Madison needs to start being selfish and stop letting her mind rule her heart. She succumbs to every one of her mother’s whims and it’s about time she allowed herself something she wants. It may sound egotistical, but I know she wants me. It’s written all over her face, her body.

She searches my face intently for a long minute, for what, I’m not sure. I see the moment she concedes. I smirk, knowing I have her. I’ll be honest; I didn’t think it would be this hard to convince her, but I’m kind of glad it was. I like the challenge.

Reaching for my waistband, I push my sweats down my legs. My cock springs free, pointing directly at my dove as if it knows its home. Madison pales slightly, her lips parting on a small gasp. She shakes her head. “No way am I putting my mouth onthat. You are huge… and pierced.” Her eyes snap to mine.

I grin smugly, my chest puffing out. My cock is not only long but it’s thick. I know it’s impressive—I’ve been told more than once. I also know that I am bigger than average in the dick department. Having Madison say this… does things to me. “I am sure you have done it before,” I grit, hating the thought that she has. “Though I bet your little boyfriend had a fucking chipolata compared to me.” I swallow as rage courses through me. I have to calm myself down before I do something stupid like, choke her on my cock and demand she forgets every other dick she has ever seen. “You will be fine; just breathe through your nose. Now get on your knees. I won’t ask again.” Her emerald eyes flash with defiance and desire but she does as I ask. When her mouth opens, I nearly come on the spot. Fuck. This is going to be the blow job of all blow jobs. The best I’ve ever had. Don’t ask me how I know that before I’ve even shoved my dick down her throat, but I do. “Open wider. Push your tongue out. If it gets to be too much, tap on my leg and I will stop. Maybe,” I add wickedly and before she can say anything I plunge into her hot, wet mouth. She gags on my length, like I knew she would, but I don’t let up. I thrust in and out. Slowly at first so she can get used to my size. It only takes a few minutes and then she starts sucking like it’s an Olympic sport and she is going for gold. I groan. Fuck that feels good. “Good girl,” I praise her. “Now open wider and relax. I want to be so far down your throat, I see the outline of my cock moving in your neck every time I thrust.”

Her eyes widen in horror as saliva drips down her chin. She starts to shake her head, but I grip her cheeks so she can’t move. She huffs. I smirk. Even with ten inches choking her, she still tries to defy me. It makes me harder, if that’s possible. Her whole body relaxes in preparation to take me. Working myself down her throat, I squeeze my eyes closed at the tightness, the sensation. So, fucking good. I groan, thrusting so hard, she gags. Her hand hits my thigh, but I am not about to stop. Not now. It feels amazing. Nothing will stop me. Not even an asteroid hitting earth.

Picking up speed, my balls tighten, pleasure hitting every part of my body. I thrust in and out of her hot mouth, enjoying every second of having her lips wrapped around me. I’ve dreamt of this moment. Fantasized about it. It’s better than any dream or fantasy. Better than any head that came before. Desire floods my veins, and I groan when she does something I never expected. Her hands cup my sack, squeezing and tugging gently. That does it. I shout out her name as the most intense orgasm I have ever had hits me. Pausing, I groan as I shoot my load down her delectable throat.

Madison pops off my cock, gasping for breath. Her teary eyes stare up at me as drool mixed with cum covers her lips and chin. She has never looked sexier. Reaching down, I run a finger over her face collecting all the juices before shoving them back into her mouth. Can’t be having any waste. Her tongue laps at my finger, making my cock jerk. Jesus. I could go again.

“Such a good little dove. I am so proud of how you sucked me and swallowed my seed, like it is your job. You were made for me baby, and me alone.” I caress her cheek. “Now go get cleaned up. Your mother will be home soon.” Panic flashes in her eyes and I bend pressing a kiss to her forehead. It is a shit thing to say but it’s the reality of our situation.

She scrambles to her feet, her face panic-stricken. “Oh god. Oh god. Knox. What did we do?”

Grabbing her, I wrap her in my arms. “Shh Dove. We only did what we were meant to do.”

She pulls back, her brows furrowed in confusion. “Meant to do?”

I nod. “Yeah. This was supposed to happen. I never believed in fate before, but I do now. I think everything I did in the past, all the mistakes I made, it led me to this moment. To you,” I tell her honestly, even though I sound like a pussy.

Her green eyes are glossy, making them look like sparkling gems. She has never looked more exquisite. My cum on her face. Puffy lips from my cock. “You really believe that?”

I press a kiss to her lips. “I really do.”

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Later that night, I am laid in bed scrolling through my cell, when my door is shoved open. A smile curves my lips expecting Madison, only to drop when I see Scarlett standing there. “What are you doing?” Irritation laces my words.

“I’ve been thinking,” she slurs as I roll my eyes. “This is silly, us in separate rooms. I think we should just fuck and get it over with. I’m horny. You must be too. There is no way a man like you can go without sex.” She moves toward me, a seductive smile on her face, that does nothing for me. I am over it. Over her constant need to turn this, us, into something we are not.

“Get out Scarlett,” I growl.

“No,” she purrs. “I want to fuck. It’s just sex Knox. You’ve fucked around with enough women. What’s so bad about me? I’m Scarlett Grisham. Any man would be happy to have me.”

I grimace as she climbs on the bed, prowling toward me on all fours. Without thinking I jump up off the bed making her collapse in a fit of giggles. Glaring down at her, I grit out, “You’re drunk Scarlett. Get the hell out of here.”

Her laugh stops abruptly. She glances over at me, scowling. “What the hell is wrong with you? Does your dick not work? Is that why you don’t want to fuck me?”

I huff a laugh. Her ego is so big, in her head it’s impossible to think that I am just not interested. “I don’t look at you like that. It’s nothing against you. I just want to keep this platonic.”

Her eyes narrow. “God you are pathetic. What would the world think if they knew the great ladies’ man Knox McCabe can’t perform?”

I open my mouth to speak when a soft voice sounds from the door. My head snaps up landing on my dove. I frown at the look of hurt on her face. “Mom?” she murmurs, her eyes shifting between us.

“Oh, there’s my daughter. My lovely Madi who is going to be a superstar like me,” Scarlett singsongs. My jaw clenches, fists ball. Now is not the time to tell Scarlett that Madison doesn’t want any of that.

“What are you doing Mom?” She steps further into the room.

Scarlett sits up, blowing her dark hair out of her face. “I just came to see my fiancé.” She winks conspiratorially. “If you know what I mean.”

I sigh. “You’re drunk Scarlett. You need to go to bed.”

“But I want to stay here,” she whines like a child.

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