30. Cin

30

Cin

T essa stares down at me, pupils blown with a mix of lust and anxiety. Right now, lust is winning, but one wrong move and she'll flee like a frightened fawn.

I know she wants this. Hell, I want this! My dick is so fucking hard right now, and not just from her.

Fucking Madden.

The minute she left the living room earlier, he shut down the scene we had going and disappeared. I hope his fucking balls drop off. The fucker deserves the worst case of blue balls.

"Look at me, sweetness," I say, my hands sliding up her thick thighs. She's so lush and curvy. All woman. And those tits. My god, I nearly blew in my pants when she let me touch them.

The sweet taste of her milk was divine. I've never been with a woman who was lactating before, and let me tell you, it's officially my new kink. All I can think about is putting another baby in her belly, my baby, so I can keep her swollen, milky tits all for myself.

OK, so I might share her. Might being the operative word.

Madden may have control of his feelings, but he's attracted to her. More than attracted to her. If he thinks his poker face is strong enough to fool me, he's mistaken. He has a few tells, and I've seen them all around her lately.

The way he crumbled tonight was the biggest tell of all. If he wasn't into Tessa, he'd never have started anything while we watched the movie. Sure, I was winding him up a little, but Madden is all about control.

He never does anything unless he wants to. So the fact he invited Tessa to watch us tells me he wants her as much as I do, and he was testing her out to make sure she's comfortable with the idea of him and me.

I knew she would be, but seeing the way she watched us so avidly reassured me. She wants to join in. Be the filling in our sandwich. And I'm so here for that.

Nothing would make me happier than to fuck her while Madden fucks me.

But she's not ready for that yet. I need to break down whatever bullshit she's telling herself each time we get close.

I'm not dumb. I understand women very well, and one thing they're good at is putting themselves down. Tessa probably thinks her curves are a turn-off. Well, they're not. But until she believes that, she'll remain as skittish as a newborn colt.

"If you don't want this, you can tell me. The minute you say no, this stops, OK?"

She nods and I exhale, relieved that she's sticking with me for now.

"Good girl." Her eyes flare and my excitement kicks up a notch. Oh, my girl has a praise kink? Fuck me, Madden will love that. The two of us on our knees for him would literally blow his fucking mind. I can't wait to tell him.

I edge Tessa's little cotton shorts down her thighs, along with her pink panties, until she's bare for me. She's so wet and perfect, pussy lips glistening with arousal.

Unlike many of the women I fuck, she's not shaved or waxed, and I love it. Her clit peeks out below her neatly trimmed mound, swollen and engorged with blood, just like my fucking cock.

I dive in like a starving man, burying my face in her cunt, and she gasps. God, she tastes amazing. Sweet and tart. My new favorite dessert.

"Oh God," she moans as her hands grab my head and pull me closer.

Not that I'm complaining. I've dreamed of this ever since she arrived. The thought of her thick thighs wrapped around my head has fueled more than a few jerk-off sessions in the shower over the last week.

The reality far exceeds my pathetic imagination. I hadn't expected her to taste this good. This intoxicating.

I lick and suck every inch of her, taking note of when she gasps and sighs, so I know what she likes. My finger presses inside her while I focus on her clit, and she moans loudly in response.

She's close. I can feel it in the way her legs tremble and her cunt ripples around my finger, desperate for something thicker. Like my cock.

I want to fuck her so badly right now, but she's not ready. Not yet.

"Cin, please!" she whimpers, getting frustrated at the way I push her to the edge and then pull back.

"Patience, sweetness," I say, my face slick with her juices. She stares down at me with a mixture of exasperation and desire. Her vibrant red hair drapes over her breasts. She's like a Botticelli masterpiece. So beautiful. I could stare at her all day and never get bored.

Her fingers in my hair tighten and she pulls me back to where she needs me, and I take pity on her. A second finger pushes inside, and then a third. Her needy little pussy clenches hard and she groans when I rub the spot deep inside that makes her quiver.

When my mouth suctions around her clit, she goes off like a rocket. Her whole body shakes and trembles. I keep licking her clit as she shivers through her orgasm until she pushes me away.

My face is drenched with her release, but I give no shits. It's a badge of honor I'm happy to wear. My cock is a lot less happy, but I ignore him. He can wait. Orgasm denial is something I'm accustomed to. It's Madden's favorite punishment.

"Cin, that was... amazing," she says. I stand and pull her into my arms, needing the connection of her skin against mine and the thump of her erratic heartbeat against my chest.

She's not a short woman, but her head still tucks under my chin nicely. Like she's made for me. I know she feels how hard I am but neither of us comments. My dick will go down. Eventually.

"Thank you." The words are so quiet I barely hear her.

"You don't need to thank me," I tell her. The last thing I want is for her to feel like that was a sympathy orgasm. It wasn't.

"Yeah, I do. It's been a long time since a guy went down on me with any great enthusiasm. I had started to think that something was...wrong with me." She chuckles self-deprecatingly, and I inwardly seethe. If I ever have the dubious pleasure of meeting her scumbag ex, I will make him fucking suffer.

How dare he put those kinds of thoughts in her head! There is absolutely nothing wrong with this beautiful woman. She's so goddamn perfect I want to lock her up in my bedroom and never let her go.

"Tessa, there is fucking nothing wrong with your sweet pussy and if I have to eat you out every day for the rest of my life to make you see that, then I will. Yours is the best fucking pussy I've ever tasted. And I've had a lot, trust me."

"Not sure that telling me you've fucked more women than Hugh Hefner is the way to my heart, Cin," she laughs.

"Please don't lump me in the same category as that man." I'm horrified. How dare she! I may have fucked a Playboy model or two, but Hugh Hefner is ancient and now dead, so eww.

Her amusement fades. "I should get back to the kids. I only came to get a glass of water."

"You definitely came," I smirk, and she snorts.

"What about you?" The concern in her eyes melts me. Most women don't care what I want. They see me as a sex toy. Someone to give them pleasure, and validate their attractiveness. Arm candy. A pretty man to show off to their social media followers.

It's never really bothered me before. We both get something from the transaction. Orgasms for both of us, and for me, the joy of feeling wanted for a few hours.

I never had that as a kid. My mother didn't tuck me in at night or kiss my forehead when I had a nightmare. She mostly forgot I existed. If it wasn't for Kade looking out for me and making sure we ate occasionally, I'd probably be dead.

"I'll be fine, sweetness." I drop a kiss on her head, quickly wash my hands, and then fetch her some water while she repairs her clothing. "One glass of water, milady."

She smiles and yawns. It's late and the kids will be awake in a few hours. I'd feel guilty for keeping her up, but I know she needed this. We both did.