20. Chapter 20 #2
Straddling his hips, she palmed the length of his cock, seeming to enjoy his agony.
And then she guided his cock to her soaking wet pussy.
Slowly, inch by inch, she took him inside her.
The look on her face—flushed, surprised, as if she hadn’t taken him before—was enough to send him over the edge.
He gripped her waist, her ass, anything he could hold onto—and she started rocking back and forth, riding his cock.
Slow.
Deliberate.
He gritted his teeth so hard he was going to crack a molar. His cock was so goddamn deep, buried inside her, she was struggling to take the whole length. He could see it in her face—the way she leaned forward, pressing on his chest to give her leverage.
His hands shot to her thighs, gripping, holding her still. “Maddie.” His voice was wrecked, ruined. “Can’t handle the last few inches?”
She tried to grin, but her eyes were rolling back as she let him take over. He started grinding her pussy harder and harder against his cock, driving the last few inches inside of her, finding new depths to her pussy as it welcomed the entire throbbing size of him.
“Oh my god,” she cried out.
“Take it, baby—take this big cock.”
“Heath—“
He loved watching her react. Loved rolling his thumb on her clit as she rode him. Loved sending shockwave after shockwave of pleasure through her. He almost flipped her back under him—almost broke. Almost fucked her into this mattress until she forgot her own damn name.
Her eyes flicked over his face, searching. “You’re really letting me have control.” She moaned again, losing it a little more every roll over her clit, every rock against his cock.
He smirked. “You think I’ve got a choice?”
That hit her somewhere deep. He could see it, the flicker in her eyes, the way her fingers dug into his chest. For the first time in a long time—maybe ever—she had the reins.
And fuck, she liked it. And that? That sent fire licking down his spine.
Because this wasn’t just sex. This was her finding herself again.
Heath felt every inch of her pussy—in that torturous kind of pleasure that had him gripping the sheets, his muscles flexed tight beneath her.
Maddie wasn’t just taking control—she was owning it, setting the rhythm, pushing him to the very edge and keeping him there, hovering in that exquisite tension.
He reached up slowly, fingers skimming her ribs, her waist, not pulling, not demanding—offering. “Whatever you want, McAuley.” His voice was low, dark, almost taunting. “Just take it.”
And holy fuck.
She did.
Straddling, riding his cock, she let out a long, intense moan.
She buckled over, slamming her mouth down onto his, kissing him so hard it stole his breath.
He gripped her hips harder, rougher, driving his cock in and out of her, fucking her back.
Her fingers raked into his hair, nails scraping, gripping, pulling.
She wasn’t careful, wasn’t soft—she was fucking claiming him.
She kissed him hard, taking, demanding, her hands framing his face, pulling him deeper into her.
He responded instantly, tongue stroking against hers, hands gripping her hips, guiding her into a rough, rolling grind that had her breath hitching.
He let her have control, but he made damn sure she felt every second of it.
Heath’s grip on Maddie’s hips tightened as she moved faster and faster over him, her body flushed, her breath ragged. She was fire and defiance, confidence and abandon, and he couldn’t get enough of the way she took exactly what she wanted.
Heat poured through him, sent his spine bowing off the mattress, his control shattering like glass. It took everything in his power not to come in her pussy then and there. But he had a job to do. She’d made it clear.
He shifted up in the bed, leaning against the headboard, giving himself better leverage to fuck her back and work her harder against his cock.
Maddie smirked. “Look at you, being so good for me.”
She braced herself against the headboard, her fingers white-knuckled as she rocked into him, chasing the pleasure that built between them like a rising storm. The sight of her—lips parted, eyes dark with need, the faint sheen of sweat across her skin—was the hottest damn thing he’d ever seen.
“Just like that,” he ground out, voice raw, hands resting at her waist, guiding her but never forcing. She was in charge. She was the one unraveling him.
Maddie bit her lip, her head tipping back as she rode him harder, finding that perfect angle that had both of them coming undone.
The sight of her like this—flushed, panting, completely lost in the moment—sent a visceral growl through his chest. He couldn’t help himself.
He shifted, adjusting his stance beneath her, tilting his hips to push deeper, to give her more.
Her hands shot out, bracing against his chest, her nails digging into his skin as her breath hitched. “More.”
That one word shattered what little restraint he had left.
He surged up, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her tight against him as he took over, driving into her with rough, powerful thrusts. Maddie gasped, her body arching, her fingers tangling into the sheets behind him as she met him stroke for stroke, pushing harder, demanding everything.
The tension coiled tighter, burning hot, unbearable in its intensity.
He watched her—watched the way her body trembled, the way her lips parted on ragged breaths, the way she held nothing back.
Her moan broke in the space between them, and he knew she was right there, right on the edge.
“Come baby,” he rasped, his grip tightening. “Let go.”
And then she did.
Her whole body tensed, shuddering around him as she broke apart, a choked cry escaping her lips, her nails raking down his arms.
That was all it took.
He followed her over the edge, his vision blurring, his entire world narrowing to just this—her heat, her tightness, the sound of his name on her lips as she shattered completely.
He pulled her against him, keeping her close as the aftershocks rippled through them both, neither one willing to let go just yet.
Maddie’s forehead dropped to his shoulder, her breath warm and uneven against his skin.
Heath exhaled, his heart still hammering, his hands still wrapped around her like he’d never let her go.
And damn if he wasn’t starting to believe he never wanted to.