Once Upon A Half-Time 2(99)
He wanted me to be his again.
Except…he’d never lost me. What I did, I did because I’d loved him.
And he could never know.
“I missed you…” His words rasped as he withdrew his cock. He teased me, watching as I whined, wiggled, and begged for him once more. He slammed inside me, and I rocked against the wall. My core clenched, surrendering to a pleasure only he could give. “I needed you.”
“I’m here,” I whispered.
“You’re mine.”
His cock stretched me too much, too deep, too hard, too fast. So why did my body shudder in wicked delight with another aggressive grind?
“I want all of you.” Maddox grunted. “Everything, Sweets. I have to be a part of your life again.”
“We can’t.”
“I don’t believe you.”
My fingers tightened on his arms. His strokes stole my breath, hitched with each crazed slam against the wall. I couldn’t think, but I could feel. My heart told me I was doing the right thing. My body ordered me to obey him.
“We have to stop.”
He only moved faster, harder. “I already have you, Josie.”
I bit my lip.
“I’m fucking you,” he said.
I whimpered.
“I’m in your head. Your heart. You and me are made for each other.”
I cried out as he sliced inside me, completely sealed within me. Every fierce and unyielding stroke of his thick cock whipped me into a shameful pleasure.
“We aren’t good for each other,” I whispered. “Not anymore.”
“You’re lying to me.” His fingers tightened. “Tell me you haven’t imagined this moment every minute of every day since I was locked up.”
Of course I had imagined it. His body and touch and fierceness lived an endless fantasy in my mind. In the darkest moments of the night, I longed for nothing more than to be pinned under him again, to be taken as his obsession and his prize.
He read my expression. Knew my thoughts. Felt what was in my heart.
His conquering smile sealed our fate.
“Hold on, Sweets,” Maddox growled. “I’ll give you everything you’ve been missing and more.”
He positioned my hips and forced me to take all of his ravenous cock. I groaned as he lifted me. Maddox didn’t need a wall or bed to fuck me. His biceps tensed, flushed with sweat. He used his own strength to drive me onto his cock again and again. Full, harsh, intimidating thrusts that punished and loved my wanting slickness.
I buried my head in his neck as his motions turned primal and animalistic. That ache built in my core. It was too much. I sweated, trembled, begged. I bit his shoulder to keep from screaming. That only made him fuck me harder, deeper into my core.
He was too strong. Too big.
Too unbelievably wrong for me.
Everything about Maddox screamed danger, including how easily he plucked me up, imbedded me with his bare cock, and fucked me like I was a little rag-doll for his pleasure. He was the one man I never should have wanted, a dark and threatening force in my life. He owned my body, controlled my desire, and welcomed my surrender.
Those feelings hadn’t diminished after a year. I’d do anything for this man. Anything. And if I wasn’t careful, it would damn us and ruin the justice I demanded for him.
“Josie…” His words clipped over an aggressive profanity. “Come for me.”
He didn’t need to order it. I was already there, bucking and groaning and dying as my heart shredded itself in both relief and agony. I tensed and arched, crying out for him as the pleasure shattered my will. A furious heat burst into my core, so intense I feared the fire trapped us once more.
It wasn’t flames.
It was him—bare and thick, shooting his heated jet inside me. His words growled nonsense, and he slammed me harder against his pumping cock.
His roar should have terrified me. Instead it curled my toes and earned him my second surrender. He filled me completely, unwaveringly, and carried me imbedded on his cock to the couch. Maddox dropped me onto my back, and my legs fell open. He slapped away my hands as I tried to hide what he had already taken.
It was no use. We weren’t strangers. We weren’t awkward lovers.
And we weren’t yet satisfied.
He fell over me, hands tangled in my hair, his hand tickling the slick, dark petals of my slit. I twisted and groaned, too sensitive from his fucking to endure any more.
He didn’t care.
His cock thrust inside me again, his seed slickening me for a rougher claiming.
“More…” He grunted, stealing my hesitations with a kiss. “I’m not letting you go, Sweets. Not until I know you’re mine.”
“How?”
“When you’re spent. Exhausted. Coming uncontrollably.” He grinned, biting that sensitive spot on my neck once more. “Once I know you’re carrying my baby.”