Chapter 30
brAXTON
Fire rips through my veins. My chest is pinched so tight it hurts to breathe, but it doesn’t matter. None of it does. Everything falls to black the minute Maddox puts his mouth on me.
One stroke of his tongue up my pussy has me writhing in the sheets, clawing and clutching at them like I might fly away if I don’t find something to hold on to.
The vulnerability that clogged my mind just minutes ago is gone, replaced with a thick sense of comfort, even as I lie bare, completely exposed to this beautiful man.
His eyes are lit with a raging inferno as he blinks up at me from beneath heavy lashes.
A mix of desire, lust, and love. Such an obvious, fierce type of love. The kind you read about in fairy tales.
The kind I’ve dreamed of sharing with Maddox since I was a little girl.
I loosen my grip on the bedsheets and reach for him, desperately slipping my fingers in his soft curls and exhaling a shaky breath.
He draws a lazy circle around my clit with his tongue, fingers moving inside of me in ways that make my toes curl as I gasp, “If I taste like I’m yours, does that mean you taste like you’re mine?”
“Do I taste like I’m yours?” he echoes, pulling his fingers out and using them to spread me open. I shiver, hips bucking in an attempt to have him fill me again. His lips tilt in a sly grin. “Baby girl, I more than taste like I’m yours. I fucking am yours.”
He lowers his mouth to my entrance, and I cry out when his tongue enters me. A moan vibrates up my core, pinching at my clit and making my legs shake. I tighten my grip on his hair, pulling and pulling at it until he reaches up and grabs my breast, squeezing and pinching at my beaded nipple.
He groans against me, face buried deep in my pussy, not daring to come up for a breath. My teeth tear at my bottom lip as I arch into him, fighting off a scream at the heat growing in my belly.
“Are you going to come, Braxton? Do you want to fill my mouth with your cum? Hmm?” he asks, the words sinking into my warm walls.
“Yes,” I croak, nodding over and over again. But then he stops. With a wet smacking noise, he’s pulling back and releasing my breast to pull my fingers from his hair. “Maddox,” I protest, my mouth damn near hanging open.
“The first time you come for me, it’s going to be around my cock,” he states as he moves up my body, hot skin dragging along hot skin.
His hands find my chest again, and he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping at it as my thighs clench and my pussy aches.
“And the first time I come for you, it’s going to be wrapped up tight in your pretty little pussy. The first and only one I’ve ever been inside.”
The tip of his cock slides between my lips, rubbing back and forth, my arousal mixing with his. I mewl at the feeling, wrapping my fingers around the back of his neck and using the hold to pull him away from my chest until we’re face to face.
It’s not until he nudges my head to the side and starts to kiss and suck on my neck that his previous statement penetrates through my desire-fogged mind.
“What do you mean? The first and only one?” I pull him away from my neck, my eyes wide.
A soft, lazy smile spreads his lips. He drops his forehead to mine, and the head of his cock notches at my entrance, holding there for a brief moment before slipping through my wetness again. I exhale slowly, fighting to keep my thoughts together.
“It’s always been you, Curly,” he whispers, staring down at me with such open affection it steals my breath. “I guess it was just a subconscious thought. I have never wanted to be like this with anyone else. Not once.”
My eyes water, a burn growing in my nose. “Dox. Oh my God.”
Concern twists his features. “What’s wrong? Should I not have said anything?”
“I didn’t wait,” I breathe out, lifting my other hand to cup his jaw. Regret fills me from the bottom up, making my stomach swirl. “I should have. I wanted to. But I just thought . . .”
“You thought we wouldn’t see each other again and that if we did, I wouldn’t want you,” he finishes for me.
I swallow, nodding stiffly. “But you waited. You waited eight years.”
“I’ve waited my entire life to have you like this, and I would wait another lifetime, regardless of what you decided to do.
Just because you didn’t wait doesn’t mean you love me any less than I love you.
It just means I hurt you as deep as you hurt me.
I don’t blame you for moving on. But what we did and didn’t do doesn’t matter now.
What matters is that I’m the last one to have you like this. ”
A hot tear tracks down my cheeks before it’s covered with Maddox’s lips. He kisses my tears as they fall, and I let him, knowing that in a way, these tears symbolize a turning of a page. The start of a new journey. A new chapter to our story that isn’t filled with past mistakes and broken hearts.
“We wasted so much time,” I whisper.
“But we have so much time left.”
He’s right.
I lift my chin and kiss him, a blanket of acceptance falling over me.
My heart is a thumping mess in my chest as he returns my kiss and runs a hot palm along my body before gripping my thigh and hitching my leg over his hip.
The move opens me up to him, and the second the wet head of his cock slips inside my entrance, I’m crying his name.
“More,” I whine, wiggling my hips and digging my heel into his ass cheek, but he doesn’t move.
He’s frozen, eyes locked on my face, jaw tight, clenching over and over. His bicep is bunched and strained as he holds himself above me. “Condom. Do you want me to use a condom?”
I blink, bewildered. “A little late now, cowboy. But no. I don’t want you to use a condom. Only if you want to. I have an IUD.”
“Fuck no. Just trying to be gentlemanly. I want you bare,” he grunts.
Wrapping my other leg around his hip, I pull him further into my body, stars bursting behind my eyes at the stretch that follows. Having him like this feels like coming home, and a warbled sound escapes me as I seek his body.
He blows out a harsh breath against my lips. “Jesus fuck, baby. Stop tightening around me, or I swear to fuck I’m going to be a two-minute man.”
“I’m not.” I stifle a giggle. “It’s just been a long time.”
“A long time?” he rasps, pushing the rest of the way in. I nod, and when he pulls back out, he drops his head to my shoulder and stares down my body to where we connect. “Your cream is all over my cock, baby. Just for me.”
“Just for you,” I whimper.
He thrusts in harder this time, his eyes flying up to watch my lips part at the burst of pleasure. “I spent so many nights fucking my fist to the thought of you beneath me, puffy pink lips parted just like they are now. My dreams pale in comparison to the real thing. I knew they would.”
“Harder, Maddox. Please. Don’t be gentle with me,” I plead, not above begging. Not with him.
I’m already so close, being edged making my desperation that much worse.
Each stroke of his cock is sending me higher and higher, and for the first time in my life, I’m certain I’m going to come without needing my clit stimulated.
I should have known it would be this way with him.
As if it could have been anything less than perfect.
With a carnal noise ripping up his throat, Maddox thrusts hard, so hard I let loose a scream of pleasure, curving my neck and pinching my eyes shut. I move my hips in time with his pumps, my patience non-existent.
A sudden warmth around my throat has my eyes flying open again. They fall to a thick wrist and then the fingers pressed to my pulse as they tighten just enough my breaths thin, and that high I was climbing toward picks me up and tosses me right off the edge.
“I’m coming,” I gasp, lost to the world as I reach ecstasy.
It hits like an electric charge and rips through my body without warning. My legs tighten around his narrow hips, and I buck against him, squeezing and fluttering around the cock buried deep, keeping it snug inside.
“Oh, fuck. That’s my girl. I can feel you squeezing me,” he groans, staring down at me as I come, his face twisted in a look of sheer pleasure and a possession that would make me preen if I wasn’t still in the clouds, refusing to fall back to earth just yet.
“Wanna fill you up, baby. But I need to hear you say it’s okay. ”
I’m trembling, digging my nails into his back as he fucks me into the mattress like a man who knows exactly what he’s doing despite his lack of experience.
But maybe that’s just because we were made for each other. Maybe this is just another example of why I believe that so deeply, with everything in me.
His hair is stuck to his forehead, sweat beading on the flushed skin before I push it out of his face and press our mouths together, falling back to earth and breathing out, “Yes. Yes, please, do it. Make me yours.”
He parts my lips with his and sucks on my tongue before rolling his forehead over mine, pushing down the slightest bit harder on my throat. I watch with rapt attention as his face twists, and his perfect white teeth clamp down on his lower lip before a guttural growl crawls up his throat.
It’s a sound that makes my core clench, wanting more, despite the slight soreness that’s blooming there.
I nip at his jaw, and his back muscles ripple as his thrusts falter.
Warmth floods me, and I moan at the feeling, nuzzling my face into his throat, against the rapid fluttering beneath his warm skin.
“You are already mine, Braxton. Been mine for two decades, and you’ll be mine for the rest of time, I promise you that,” he murmurs, growing still with his cock seated deep inside me.
Despite how hard I try to fight the sudden wave of emotion, my eyes swim with tears again. His words sink deep, down to my very core, and then etch themselves there in permanent ink. A promise tattooed on my soul.
“Is that a pinky promise?” I whisper, meeting his warm stare.
He drops from his shaky bicep to his forearm and starts to press feather-light kisses all over the side of my face. I smile when he grabs my hand from its place on his back, bringing it between us and resting it between my breasts.
“That’s a pinky promise.” He loops our pinkies together and then places them to his lips. Once he’s kissed them, he moves them to my mouth, and I do the same.
Then, he shifts and starts to pull out, pushing back to his knees. I inhale a sharp breath at the movement, and his brows tug with concern before I shake my head and smile.
“I’m okay.”
His throat bobs with a swallow as he nods and looks between my legs at what I assume to be the cum I can feel leaking from my entrance. I have no doubt I look as well and truly fucked as I feel, but I can’t tell what he’s thinking. For the first time tonight, he looks guarded.
“Was I too rough with you?” he asks, his voice sounding pained.
“No. God, no.”
“Did I hurt you when I grabbed your throat? I should have asked if that was okay.”
“I loved it. Couldn’t you tell?”
I push up on my forearms, about to reach out for him when he shifts and two cautious fingers slowly slide through my swollen flesh. A shudder works through me when he scoops a puddle of his cum that’s leaked down my pussy and pushes it back inside of me.
His pupils flare as he works it in, and I clench around his fingers, a stupid, silly grin growing on my face when he groans.
“Braxton,” he warns, flicking his eyes up.
“Yes?” I bat my eyelashes.
“I’m not going to fuck you again yet. You’re sore.”
“Who said anything about fucking?”
He narrows his eyes, scratching at his jaw before crawling back up my body and sliding his fingers into my mouth. The same ones he just had inside of me.
I wrap my tongue around them before sucking, tasting our mixed flavour, holding eye contact. As soon as I see his cock starting to harden again, a strong sense of pride takes hold of me.
“You want me to fill your mouth with something bigger, baby?”
I bite down gently on his fingers and nod.
He taps my nose with his thumb. “You want to suck my cock?”
I bite harder.
“Bite me again and I’m going to flip you over and take you from behind, sore or not.”
Liar.
I grin, and he pulls his fingers out. “What if I like both those options?” I ask.
“Mm, I guess I’ll have to choose for you.” He pinches my chin with his thumb and forefinger and pulls me toward him as he leans back. “Hands and knees, baby. Suck your cock.”