65. Hannah

SIXTY-FIVE

My hands are trembling.

I've never felt so ready and so exposed at the same time.

But when I straighten, there's no time to overthink, because Maddox is there.

He's right there.

He grips my sides, and the tip of his hard cock presses against my lower belly.

I arch my neck, eyes closing, ready for his mouth on mine.

But the cock against my belly slips away, and before I can open my eyes, lips close around one of my nipples.

My body jerks at the contact, but Maddox holds me in place.

He rumbles out a sound of approval, and when my eyes finally focus, I see him on his knees in front of me.

He's so tall that, in this position, my breasts are at just the right height.

His tongue laps across my peak as he sucks more of my tit into his mouth.

I sway.

"Maddox." His name is a plea, and I reach for him, needing to steady myself.

He sucks again, then pulls his mouth free. "So perfect," he mumbles, then latches himself on to my other breast.

I dig my fingers into his shoulders.

I want to touch him. Want to kiss him. Want to feel more of him.

But I don't want him to stop.

He shifts his hands on my sides, sliding one around to my back, holding me against his working mouth.

He licks and sucks and makes sounds against my skin.

And he slides the other hand down my hip, then around until he's palming my ass.

Then lower. And lower, until he's reaching between my legs from behind.

The first brush of his fingers against my sex makes my knees weak, and I tighten my hold on him to stay upright.

He lightly traces my seam, and it's still enough to shoot electricity through my system.

"Holy shit," I pant. Then I change my hold on his shoulders, and I try to pull him up. Try to pull him off me because I need to touch him too.

Teeth graze over my nipple, and I throw my head back.

My body is tense, everything clenching, but that doesn't stop Maddox from shoving a finger inside me.

A cry leaves my mouth.

Maddox slides his finger deeper.

"Please," I pant. "God, Maddox, please."

He slides the hand on my back to my hip, and I think he might release me. But he shuffles forward. He presses himself against me, his mouth still sucking my breast, but his face pushing me backward.

I take one step, the finger inside me feeling so foreign with the movement, but then I'm bumping against the mattress.

And I'm falling.

Maddox slips his finger free just as I land on the bed, then he uses both hands to shove me back onto the mattress.

His shoulders are already between my thighs, and as he shifts closer, I spread my legs.

I'm no longer worried about what he might see. There is no room for self-consciousness when a man is acting this feral. This starved.

"That's my girl," Maddox murmurs. Then his mouth is on me again, only this time it's like he promised, with his face between my thighs.

He licks me. From my entrance to my clit.

He does it again. And again.

I can't stop squirming. Can't stop reaching for him. My fingers tugging at his hair.

"Jesus, Hannah." He licks again. "Such a slick little pussy." Something presses against my entrance, and it feels like two fingers this time. "Tell me I can come inside you bare again." He pushes his fingers into me. Just an inch. Then two. "Tell me, and I'll give you what you want." Another inch.

I nod.

I nod, and I nod, and I tug on his hair.

"Words, Babe." He jiggles his fingers, and I just…

I let go of his hair and reach down between us.

My fingers brush over my clit, once, then his other hand snatches my wrist, pulling my hand away.

"Tsk, tsk." He shakes his head and pulls his fingers free from my pussy.

I let out a whine. "No. Wait!"

Maddox climbs to his feet. "It was a simple question, Hannah."

I can't remember the question because all I can think about now is the oversized cock attached to the oversized man standing between my spread legs.

"Scoot up."

I blink at him. "What?"

His smile is devilish as he leans over me. "Scoot up on the bed, Hannah." He lightly closes his fingers around my throat. "I was going to have you come on my tongue first, but since you just can't seem to wait, you're going to come on my cock." His grip flexes, and I feel each fingerprint in my core.

I start to scramble backward, farther onto the mattress.

Maddox drops his hold on me, but he climbs with me, crawling onto the bed over me. His movements match my own.

"Now tell me I can come inside you."

Fucking hell.

I nod. "You can come inside me."

He's positioned his body between my legs, but I widen my thighs farther, urging him closer.

"That's my good girl."

He smiles down at me, and it's so soft. So sweet. I want to cry.

"Now lift your hips."

I plant my feet on the mattress and do as he says.

Maddox slides a pillow underneath me, then presses his palm against my belly, pinning me down.

"I'm going to get in as deep as I can, Little Bunny. I need to feel you everywhere." He shifts his hips forward, and the blunt tip of his dick presses against my entrance. "You can tell me if it's too much." He notches inside me, then lowers his mouth until it's a breath away from mine. "But I know you can take me. Because you were fucking made for me."

His lips press against mine as he thrusts his hips forward, and stars explode in my vision.

My body arches.

He's so big. Bigger than he felt last week. Bigger than I remember.

But the fullness only heightens the delicious sensation of stretching around him.

His tongue slides across my parted lips before curling into my mouth.

And I can taste it. I can taste my arousal in his kiss.

And I snap.

I close my lips around his tongue and suck it into my mouth. My hands pull at him. My nails dig into the bare skin of his sides. My feet hook around his lower back, and I pull him closer.

Maddox rocks his hips, and his cock hits even deeper.

His hips are flush against me, and his heavy balls are against my ass. He couldn't get any deeper if he tried, and I couldn't take any more if I wanted to.

He's at the end of me. I can feel it.

Because you were fucking made for me.

Pleasure swirls around us.

Maddox pulls out, then shoves back in.

We were made for each other.

He does it again. Quicker this time.

A perfect fit.

Tears build behind my closed lids.

Maddox is my perfect fit.