Chapter Maddox
Maddox
My house was blissfully silent.
I loved my parents, but I could only take my mum in very small doses. With my dad around, she was at least somewhat contained—like a storm that had been given a fence to bounce off. Left on her own, though, she had a habit of wandering straight into other people’s business.
And Stella had taken to her like they’d known each other for years.
Stella and Mum were as thick as thieves.
I ran up the last few steps two at a time, the anticipation coiling tighter in my chest with every stride. The house felt different tonight—lighter somehow, like the walls themselves knew there would be no interruptions.
Stella was all mine tonight.
I pushed the door open and froze.
She’d slipped into a pale blue lingerie set. It was completely opaque. The top was off shoulder, frills and lace. The tiny scrap of cloth that barely covered her pussy should be illegal to call it functioning underwear.
For a moment, my brain simply stopped working.
She flicked her hair back and walked towards me, causing me to stare at her tits as they bounced. Zero support. Her hips swung until the two strands of lace swayed around her legs.
Every step she took felt deliberate, like she knew exactly what effect she was having on me.
My throat suddenly felt dry.
“When did you get that?” I asked, my voice low and hoarse.
She gave me a twirl, flashing her bare ass cheeks and dipped the top a little lower. I could see her rosy nipples, hard and ready to be worshipped. Her hair swung around in the air, hitting her waist as she stopped.
“Do you like it?”
The question was unnecessary.
I grabbed her arm and twirled her around again.
“I fucking love it, baby,” I said, locked into the curve of her shoulder that led me to her belly.
She was healthier than before, her belly curved and her hips made me lick my lips.
“You’ll be the sexiest mama on the planet,” I murmured, rubbing her stomach before I spread my fingers out.
“I’m going to fuck so many babies inside you,” I growled.
“You’ve got about three days’ worth stored down there,” she snickered, covering her mouth with her lips.
For a moment I just stared at her.
Then I laughed—a rough, helpless sound that escaped before I could stop it.
Only Stella could say something like that with such innocent delight and still look at me as if she had no idea what she’d just done to my self-control.
My hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer until the space between us disappeared completely.
“Careful,” I muttered, my voice rough again. “You keep talking like that and I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”
Her eyes sparkled.
“Oh, I’m counting on it,” she said sweetly.
The room suddenly felt a lot warmer, and the night was just getting started.
I swooped down to kiss her, burning on the inside like never before. Desire surged through me, hot and relentless, tightening every muscle in my body.
All the women who’d come before her flickered through my mind for a moment.
Most couldn’t handle my constant focus on sex, my intensity, the way I fixated on the woman I wanted.
And the ones who claimed to have a higher libido always ended up cheating sooner or later, chasing novelty instead of connection.
My Stella could handle everything—and more.
She had a steadiness I’d never seen before. A quiet control over her impulses that I’d certainly never possessed at her age.
She met my hunger without flinching.
She moaned softly and pressed her body against mine until I felt the warmth of her softness against my harder frame. That subtle difference between us always pushed me right to the edge. The way she yielded while still holding her ground made something primal stir deep in my chest.
I palmed her ass, pulling her closer, tightening my grip as I angled my head and deepened the kiss.
Her lips moved against mine, soft and eager, while her hands gripped my shoulders. Our tongues moved together at first with urgency, but gradually the pace slowed.
The kiss deepened.
Sensual.
Unhurried.
I forced myself to focus on my breathing, grounding myself before I completely lost control.
By the time I finally released her mouth, we were both breathing hard.
I tugged on the small bow tied at her hip, watching her eyes as I slowly pulled the ribbon loose before untying the one on the other side.
The delicate material slipped free and drifted silently to the floor.
It felt like Christmas morning.
Like opening that very first present and knowing the rest of the day would only get better from there.
I took her hand and led her toward her favourite contraption—the one she had mastered suspiciously quickly.
Her fingers tightened around mine to steady herself as she swung one leg over and lowered onto the glider. The apparatus creaked softly beneath her weight, the faint sound echoing in the quiet room.
“You know what to do,” I murmured, guiding her hand down to one of the handles.
I stepped back.
For a moment I simply watched.
She parted her legs slowly and planted her feet on the floor, the padded supports beneath her thighs settling comfortably into place. Her grip tightened on the handles as she began to move.
The motion started cautiously.
Then steadier.
My gaze drifted downward between her thighs, watching the mechanical rhythm mirror her movements. Her lips parted as the pace settled into something familiar, her head falling back slightly as the first signs of relief softened her expression.
Three days of abstinence had begun to feel like an eternity for both of us.
I moved around her slowly, circling her the way a predator studies its prize. Her red curls swayed with each shift of her body, catching the light as she moved. The muscles in her arms and stomach tightened with effort, her breathing gradually growing deeper as the rhythm took hold.
As I walked behind her, I unzipped my trousers, the quiet sound almost lost beneath the steady motion of the glider.
But I wasn’t about to make this easy for her.
Not tonight.