Once Upon A Half-Time 2(138)

“No, you don’t.” He pulled from my mouth. “Naughty thing.”

I squealed as he tossed me onto the bed. His hand smacked down on my behind, just loud enough to echo a punishing crack. Even that felt good. Was I that desperate? Maddox hauled me over his body, forcing my head to his cock. He pushed my legs open as I straddled over his waiting mouth.

“Need more attention?” He chuckled as my answer mumbled over his cock. “Just gotta ask.”

I tried to shake my head, to deny him, but my mouth stuffed full of his salty shaft. His lips curled again around my neglected clit. It was too much. The heat. The delicate swirl of his tongue and the deliberate attack of his lips against my folds and petals.

I shook as his finger prodded my entrance, plunging inside.

My body tensed.

Ached.

Arched.

And he pulled completely away.

“Maddox.”

“Say it, Sweets.”

“But—”

His words broke with licks and laps of my slit, each spoken syllable an opportunity for my body to tense even more.

“You love me. Say it. Let me hear it.”

Goddamn it. I bucked my hips. Got too close and only ached more. He wanted me to confess it. I wouldn’t, but if I closed my eyes and concentrated I could just nudge my slit against his lips—

His hand slapped my ass again. “No.”

Maddox tossed me from his body. I landed on my stomach with a heavy sigh and agonizing groan. How could I be pained for something so pleasurable? My chest fluttered, and my heart pounded so loudly he’d never hear my admission over the frustrated beat.

It didn’t matter. He was just as close.

And I was in trouble.

I never denied this man so much before. I never challenged him, never demanded anything beyond a simple smile. He pushed me onto my hands and knees to stare at curves leading to a deliciously tormented part of me.

He didn’t speak. Maddox crushed me from behind, grasping my hips and slamming his cock into my pussy as though he feared he’d never again find that perfect peace inside me.

But it wasn’t peace. This was war. I surrendered my body as his cock pierced inside, stretching and taking all of me. I gasped. He offered no moment of rest or preparation before the entirety of his bare shaft conquered every inch of me.

And I was full. Complete. Absolutely stuffed with the only man I ever wanted to feel so deep inside me. He was rough, but I didn’t care how he took me. I had to force that huge, throbbing cock fill me until I couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think of anything but the man I loved.

But this was different. Something changed in him. One arm looped under my waist, forcing me to rise to my knees. His second arm cradled my neck. He pinned me in place with an unyielding elbow.

Then he fucked me.

Rutted me.

Absolutely delighted me.

I clung to the arm around my throat. Each thrust of his cock propelled me forward, nearly choking me against the muscle, tattoos, and scars of his arm. He grunted with every powerful slam of his hips, and I had no balance to protect myself from his demands. Maddox supported me and kept me upright if only to take me harder.

Neither of us would last. I gasped, clawing at his arm as every drive punished me with more and more pleasure and absolutely no way to prevent the release.

It was too much. My core melted. My mind followed. My body shattered like sugar candy and the rest of me turned sticky with sweet sweat. Wetness poured from my slit, and the slapping of our bodies sounded vulgar. I begged through the gasped breaths not lost as his grip tightened over my neck.

“Maddox—” His name tumbled from my lips, stolen with every sharp and punishing thrust of his cock. “Please.”

“Say it!”

Why was he torturing me?

Why not confront the truth?

I loved this man more than anything else in the world. I’d damn the consequences and let him stay at my side. If Nolan threatened him, I’d protect him. I’d keep Maddox safe because I couldn’t live without him again.

His cock sliced through me. Once. Twice.

And I was gone.

“Maddox!” I gasped, hard, shuddering his name in a panted whisper. “I love you!”

“Fuck, I love you too, Sweets.”

We rocked together, collapsing onto the bed as the weight of our words and the pleasure of our touch might had shattered our bones and minds. I twisted, fighting him, not knowing why. My body demanded more, and I bucked and arched to fill myself with his punishing length.

He loved me.

God, that was better than any orgasm, even one that stole my breath and rendered me into fragile shards of reason, sanity, and responsibility. His heat flooded inside me, and I welcomed that feeling once again—warm, safe, and loved.

Maddox whispered incoherent promises to protect me from threats that had yet to come and vows we hadn’t murmured in a year. My breathing shuddered, and I laid still, just holding onto a man more shadow than real.