Page 30 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

“Your confidence in me is gratifying,” I purr and uncross my legs. Sliding further back on my bed, I lift my hips enough so my dress can ride up to my waist.

My breasts are barely in my dress, thanks to Maddox’s upside-down ‘carry my woman like a caveman would’ act, but it only adds to our fantasy. My hardened nipples are poking at the thin part of the fabric that hangs on to my plump breasts for dear life.

“But no one is like Daddy,” I confess with the perfect set of pouting lips.All while I’m spreading my legs open, knowing well I’m not wearing any underwear.

I watch how the dim light from the lamp on my nightstand and the shadows of the darkness that surrounds us makes his expression haunting to look at. The feral beast within him is awake and completely captured by the sight of my glistening pussy, which is begging to be appeased by those tantalizing lips.

That explorative tongue.

“You’re right, baby girl.” His husky voice can’t get any deeper, or I’ll cum just from the sound. “Only Daddy can make you feel good.”

Unzipping his pants, he lets them fall to the floor with ease, and all that’s left is his black boxers, which are tight against his thick muscled thighs.

Admiring him in the limelight of the night can only be compared to walking through a museum and adoring the finely sculpted pieces of gods that descended upon the earth.

My sexy god, Maddox O’Riley Wilson.

When he approaches, taking those last few steps, all I can do is hold my breath. His nostrils flare, and he purposely inhales deeply, using his shoulder to further aid in his conquest to inhale my scent.

Get a generous whiff of my wetness.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this aroma of yours.” He’s at the side of the double bed, taking me in from head to toe before he’s back to admiring my opened legs. His eyes are on the prize, the admiration in them so astronomical and rich in intensity, I can’t figure out the right words to describe their current state of craving.

All I know is my Daddy is hungry.

He’s ready to feast.

In slow motion, he’s on his knees.

The sight has me quivering in impatience.

I’ve dreamed of this for far too long, imagined Maddox right where he is now, but that was the Maddox from back then. My young adult Maddox still looked like a boy who was trying to find his way in the world.

Now he’s back, but a man who knows exactly what he wants in life. There’s no hesitation or uncertainty in his execution. He knows what path he’s on and won’t let anything stop him from pursuing what he yearns to achieve.

Like eating pussy.

“The only woman who can bring me to my knees,” he amusingly states. His eyes never leave mine as he moves to taunt my inner thighs, his tongue gliding along my sensitive flesh, making me moan in response.

“You better be louder than that when I’m through with you, Kay,” he warns, and I know he means it. “I want the whole block to hear you scream my name.”

“And get the police over here?” I tease with a smirk. “You wouldn’t like that.”

“Depends,” he admits while he’s between my legs and taking another exaggerated inhale. Letting it out with a sigh, he looks like the happiest man alive. “If they’re up to the idea of joining in, I may be down for it.”

I gasp at the idea.

“Daddy wants to go to jail tonight.” I’m excited… too excited. “You wouldn’t share me with strangers.”

“You’re right,” he agrees and dares to flick the bud of my clit.

I’m quivering like a leaf while panting for this man to dive in.

He’s drawing this out on purpose. Torturing me until I’m a good girl for my starving Daddy.

We’re in need of each other, but he wants me to work for it. My payback for thinking I could live a lifetime without Maddox in my life.

This man is a sex god.

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