15. Hunter #2
As Maddie takes a step towards me, I stand straight. “I’ll leave you to look through your Tbr pile,” I say, hoping I’ve used the right acronym Melissa had mentioned in our exchanges. I reach for the door handle. If I stay… If she gets any closer…
“Hunter,” she says, her voice full of the kind of authority I’d be wise not to recognize. She’s an arm’s length away. “If you don’t kiss me now, I swear–”
I grab the sides of her head and crush my lips against hers. When her tongue meets mine, I want to devour her, and she knows it too as her hands move down to my zipper. Her fingers follow the ridge of my throbbing cock, and she hums a wicked laugh into my mouth.
I’m determined to keep my hands on her face.
The door handle presses into my spine as if reminding me that the exit is right there.
There’s work I need to catch up on. I’m about to take control of the paper mill, and I need to talk Maddie through the board meeting Reid’s arranged for tomorrow.
That’s what this marriage is all about. It’s not…
There’s a tug on my belt buckle as Maddie unfastens it .
“Jesus, Maddie,” I say, dragging my lips from hers. “What are you doing?”
She bites her lip as the sound of my zipper being pulled down cuts through the sounds of heavy panting. Mine. “I just want to thank my husband,” she says with a sweet smile that has me undone.
“Maddie, no,” I try, but I don’t stop her as she drops to her knees.
My hands stay on her head, and I rake my fingers gently through her hair.
I scrape back her loose locks so I get an uninterrupted view of her face as she finishes unfastening my pants.
She pulls them down to my thighs, and strokes the outline of my erection through my boxers. Teasing me. Torturing me.
When her eyes flick up, I feel a jolt of something sinful that makes my balls contract.
“And what do you think you’re going to do with that, Mrs. Griffin?” I ask in a hoarse whisper as my airway constricts. She has me by the balls and the throat with just that look.
Maddie’s fingers slip around the waistband of my boxer shorts. “Whatever you’d like me to do, husband,” she says as she tugs and my cock springs free.
Her gaze doesn’t leave mine as she wraps her hand around my shaft. And then she waits. She’s going to make me say it. Damn her.
I rope her hair in one hand and use my other to graze my thumb across her mouth.
I trail a line across her lips then push my thumb into her mouth.
When she sucks, it’s my hips that thrust forward.
My thumb comes out of her mouth with a satisfying pop.
I press down on her chin and her jaw drops open.
“I want you to suck me dry, wife. ”
Maddie draws her hand up and down my cock, positioning my glistening crown in front of her open mouth.
She pokes out her tongue and laps at the bead of precum, spreading it in a circular motion across my tip.
I want to plunge my cock down her throat, and tremble with the effort of holding back.
She hasn’t done this before. If I’m going to take another of her firsts, I need to take this slowly.
When Maddie’s tongue flattens and she begins to take me into her mouth, I grunt with relief. “Keep your jaw relaxed,” I tell her. “I want to feel your lips, not your teeth.”
Maddie looks up to me again and I see a wicked glint in her eyes that should have me worried.
She looks like she wants to punish me. I’d deserve it if she bit me, but her cheeks hollow as her lips seal around my shaft and she takes me deeper than I was ready for.
A red hot coil of desire tightens in my core so intense that my jaw locks.
Her tongue explores my length as she draws back up to the tip.
“Perfect,” I tell her. “You’re doing so well, little bird.” She looks up at me through her eyelashes as she licks my crown. “You’re even more fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth.”
Her cheeks tug into a smile, but then her head bobs down fast. Her lips reach where she’s holding my shaft in her hand, and my cock hits the back of her throat. Her eyes are watering as she pulls back up, and I feel the scrape of her teeth. She’s smiling again. She did that on purpose.
“Damn, you’ll send me straight to hell,” I grunt as I give up all hopes of being gentle.
I tighten the rope of hair at Maddie’s nape and as she goes down on me again, I thrust deep. She doesn’t gag. My baby moans in pleasure .
“Jesus, Maddie,” I say as my hips buck. “You take my cock so well. I could fuck your mouth every day.”
Heat builds and my cock pulses as I drive into her. The pleasure she’s sucking out of me takes all my self-control with it and words tumble out of my mouth unguarded.
“Goddamn it, I wish I could fuck you. I’d spread you wide and impale you with my fucking cock. I want to feel your sweet, hot pussy. I want to know how fucking wet you are right now. I want to know how you taste. I want to eat you alive.”
Maddie’s lips tighten around my shaft as I drive into her mouth, wishing it was her pussy. I quickly lose my rhythm. I just want to possess her. Every damn inch of her. She’s mine. She’s fucking mine.
Just as I’m ready to explode, Maddie makes a humming sound deep in her throat. The vibration travels from my tip straight to my balls, making me feral. I release a roar as my cock swells, and I see stars so bright they briefly block out the sight of Maddie sucking me off.
As I shoot my seed to the back of her throat, my wife keeps her eyes on me. She licks and swallows as she brings me down from a high I’m not sure I’ve experienced before. It feels like a first for both of us.
“How did you get so good, so fast?” I ask when she finally releases me, and I let go of her hair.
Maddie licks her lips. “Books, Hunter,” she says with a wicked smile.
After helping her to her feet, I fasten up my pants, and slump back against the door.
As the handle digs into my back again, some of the things I said to her come back to me.
My cock thickens at the thought of doing all those things I’d described.
Maddie’s cheeks are flushed and her breathing isn’t slowing. I should go.
I stroke her face. “I’m sorry this can’t be more,” I say, kissing her forehead briefly so I don’t have to see the hurt flash across her face. “I’ll be in the office. Come find me when you’re ready and we can prep for tomorrow.”
Maddie steps away. “Thank you for my wedding gift,” she says, her shoulders hunching as she withdraws into herself.
I open the door and offer her a wry smile. “Thank you for mine.”