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“Patience, baby,” he encourages. “I haven’t gotten to appreciate this pussy in a long, long time.”

I lift my head, wanting to see the mesmerizing look on his face. He really is admiring my pussy, as though the sight of his fingers deep in my heated pussy gives him nothing but gratification.

“Keep looking at me, baby,” he orders, his eyes peeling away from my pussy to meet mine. “I wanna watch you come undone on my fingers.”

Then he’s moving them again. The perfect pace, the build of pleasure that swirls and coils in anticipation.

I’m fighting my body’s need to cum so soon. I want to draw it out. Let this last for as long as I can, so I can be lost in the hypnotic gaze of my Maddox.

My Daddy in the bedroom.

I’m a lost cause when I’m alone with him. There’s no controlling myself. I become another being when he takes charge in my presence, and I’m not ashamed of admitting it.

He knows what he does to me.

I’ve never felt so safe and bold as I do with Maddox.

He offers a sense of security, even in the bedroom, that with him, I can test new limits and not feel bad about it. He allows me to explore my sexual pleasures, and I adore that about him.

One of his many qualities I admired and missed so fucking much.

With him, we can swear like cats and dogs.

“Fuck,” I curse when I feel the tingling sensations of my orgasm about to consume me. I bite my bottom lip, my eyes still glued on those honeycomb ones that only glisten with further amusement from my obvious struggle.

“Hold it, baby,” he encourages.

He wants to see me fight it. To see how long I’d be able to hold myself from the whiplash of pleasure he was delivering with those pumping fingers.

He moves them faster, deeper, to a pace he knows will drive me to the pits of blissful insanity, but I combat the need to cum. Fight it with every nerve-ending that will cooperate with my miserable request until I’m shaking uncontrollably.

“My baby always listens to her Daddy,” he coos. With a few more thrusts, he leans right in until his very breath is tickling my clit. “Cum for me, Mikayla.”

I don’t know if it’s the way he says my name with that velvety voice of sin or those hungry lips that replace his fingers and sucks me up, but I’m undone in a scream of euphoria—my orgasm slamming into me with no remorse.

“Maddox!” I scream his name while my thighs have his head locked between my legs.

He doesn’t give a shit. My King is enjoying every second of this as he drinks me up like the sweetest nectar flowing from the sap of a tree.

I’m breathless when he’s satisfied, but I know he’s far from done.

This is just the appetizer.

“My baby needs a break?” he asks as I’m fighting for breath.

“Not really,” I admit breathlessly, but my eyes aren’t on his.

They’re on the bulge of his boxers.

Just the look has me licking my bottom lip.

“Interested in other things?” he tests, knowing what I want right now.

What I’ve been searching for to no avail… until now.

A deep chuckle follows with him rising up.

“My baby girl has been good tonight,” he praises. “I shouldn’t be so greedy when you’re looking at me with those lustful eyes.”

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