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“Devon,” Maddox moaned, low and deep, making me feral. Hungry.

I choked on need and dug my fingers into his hips. With the head of his cock buried deep in my throat, I swallowed. The roll of my throat constricted his cock and made mine leak, but I damn near came when Maddox growled at me. His grip on my hair tightened until it hurt, and the first pulse of cum down my throat was followed by a blinding sting in my scalp that had my breath catching.

“Ah, fuck yes, Devon. Fuuuuck.”

To hear him peak did incredible things to me. All of me. I dropped a hand to my cock, squeezing it to stave off an orgasm, and swallowed the entirety of his. He slid down my throat and took control, thrusting his hips to fuck my mouth. I looked up at him, ready to reprimand him for breaking my rule, but his back was still pressed against the wall like I’d ordered. As a reward, I licked the slit of his dick and made him shiver.

“That goddamn mouth,” he rasped at me, headthunkingagainst the wall. “That fucking mouth, Devon.”

I licked my lips, caught between more swooning and crazed desire. Standing, I batted his hand away from my cock and grabbed his jaw instead. “You followed the rules.” Our chests bumped. “I want you to fuck me.”

His tired body gained energy. “Yeah? You’ll… even with what the doctor said?”

“Under my rules, yeah.”

He grinned. It had to be the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Broody angst and puppy dog hope, all conveyed in a simple smirk. My god.

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-Maddox-

Mycockwasburieddeep in his ass, but that didn’t stop him from glaring at me. I couldn’t find it in me to care, though. I got everything I wanted when he straddled my lap and sank down on my dick to be the dominant one. His rule.

He pushed on my chest, warning me to lean back against the couch cushions or he’d stop riding me. I gripped his hips tighter, but I leaned back, easing the strain on my abs. How was I supposed to focus on avoiding re-injury when his ass had my cock in a chokehold so perfect I lost sense of everything but him?

“Stop trying to top from the bottom,” he snapped at me. His knees rested on either side of my legs, and his hips gyrated sinfully on my lap. The gentle and erotic lull of our bodies made my head light and my eyes roll.

I might be physically on the bottom, but my dick was in his ass, so he could pretend he was the top all he wanted as long as he kept fucking me just like that. Sweat and dampness from the shower made us sticky, and his arms kept slipping on the top of my shoulders. I craved the taste of him, so fucking desperate to lean forward and run my tongue up his throat, marking him for the world to know.

He wouldn’t let me.

My fucking style differed from my fighting style. In a fight, I stayed silent until goaded into trash talk. In a fuck, my mouth opened first.

“Fuck, I love it when you ride me like this.” I stared at that shitty skull tattoo on his chest. “Your ass feels fucking amazing.”

“Then follow the rules and let me fuck you,” he said, breathy and gravelly.

Devon had definition and a tan along with that tattoo. When he rocked into me, his abs stood out, and when he pulled back, those rib muscles called all my attention. From the dark blond stubble on his jaw to the danger and insecurity in his blue eyes, Devon was fucking sexy. All the gritty bits of him. His scars and bruises, the scowl that sometimes won out over parted lips, the uneven tan lines from working at the docks, and the hack job of a haircut that made his bed head sexy. Devon was a mess of a man, but I’d never seen a more beautiful canvas.

“Fucking look at you, Devon.” I eye-fucked the shit out of him. “I gave you that.” I touched a scar under his eye, remembering the night I hit him so hard the skin split. It sat above the scar I patched in the bathroom from that first night.

I leaned forward to kiss him, but his fingers became jewellery around my throat, pushing me back. “No.”

“I just wanted to kiss you.” I watched him fuck me. I watched his eyes as he fucked me.

“If you don’t stop leaning forward, I’ll tie you up, Maddox.”

I wasn’t submissive in the least, but that intrigued me just a little. The idea of watching Devon take full control turned me on. He told me he liked when I was a pushy asshole, but apparently I wasn’t allowed to be pushy while injured.

“Kiss me then.”

“So needy.” He barely grinned before he gave in. His lips met mine at the same time his hand let go of my throat. His fingers wove into my hair and mine pressed on his back, holding him against me. His tongue dominated mine, tasting every part of me he could with rushed desperation and barely any of that control he’d been holding onto. Maybe someday, I actually would let him tie me up.

“Ah, fuck. Just like that.” I moaned and Devon rocked on my cock. I squeezed his ass hard, barely holding myself back from thrusting up to fuck him harder.

“Stop,” he complained, moving my hands back to his waist to settle me down. “Let me do everything. I know what I’m doing.”

Fuck yes he did. I ran my hands up his back instead, tangling them in his hair and pulling his face to mine. Devon set a slow, deep pace, building me up in languid momentum until I closed my eyes and felt.Just felt.His chest against mine. The way his heart beat rapidly in his chest and how I could feel it against my lips on his throat. His fingers weaving in my hair and the subtle way he used them to control my head. His lips against mine, slick with saliva and panting ragged breaths that ended in moans. His sweaty forehead and the motion of his muscles contracting as he fucked me.

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