“I don’t know if Grant would like that,” she teases me.
“Fuck Grant.” I pick her up and toss her on the bed. Her legs fall open. I grab my needy dick and rub the head against her drenched pussy lips. “And fuck you,” I whisper before capturing her mouth.
She opens and I pierce her with my tongue and cock, spreading her body until I invade all of her senses.
She’s sopping wet but it doesn’t make it easier for me to work my thick shaft into her tight, small pussy.
I break away from her mouth, resting my lips against her cheek. “You still with me, darling?” I palm her breast, rolling the nipple between my fingers.
She arches beneath me, driving herself deeper onto my shaft. “Maddox!” she screams.
I cup her ass and hold her still so she can’t hurt herself. “Careful, darling. You’re a small girl and your pussy is so tight.”
“But I want—” She wriggles in my grasp. “I need…” She trails off, unable to articulate exactly what it is that she’s asking for.
As when I took her mouth, I pump shallow and slow, easing into her hot cunt, willing her walls to soften around me. My balls draw up tight against my body. I’m going to come soon and I need her to come with me.
I slip a hand between our bodies and find her needy clit. She cries out again as I press my thumb against it. I work that tender collection of nerves with the same attention and intensity that I gave her tits. Her body blooms around me, sucking me inside.
Her breath comes in reedy pants, timed with the thrust of my cock and the slap of my thighs against hers. The pleasure builds, an avalanche of feeling rushing through my veins, ready to blast out of my cock.
“Come for me, darling girl. Come for me, right now!” I roar.
She arches her whole body. Her head goes back. Her back bows. Her hips thrust forward. Her pussy clenches around me. I take her deeper, fuck her harder, love her more than any man could ever do to a woman he treasures. I come inside of her and come inside of her until I’m left a husk of a man.
“I love you, Luna Castile, and will love you until the last breath is robbed from my body,” I promise.
“Oh, Maddox, I love you, too.” Her precious eyes fill with tears. I lick them away and begin to love her again.
Epilogue
“Just give me what I’m here for and nobody gets hurt.” Grant’s eyes zero in on the folder in my hand. The words London are on the folder tab. I don’t know what the London deal is but I know Grant is always talking about it.
“Give me my folder and I’ll give you yours.” I shake the folder in my hand. Whose idea was it to have a surprise baby sex reveal? Mine. Damn it. It sounded fun but the reveal is so far away. I need to do so many things before the babies get here.
“You find out tonight,” Grant tries to reason. “Where did you get that folder?” he asks, taking a step closer to me. I take a step back. He’s going to try and grab it from me. I narrow my eyes at him. There no way he’s prying this folder from my hands.
“Just give me the folder.” I know the results are in his desk and I’ll bet everything he put them in a folder. He labels and organizes everything.
“Luna, be reasonable. You know I can’t give you that information. You’re the one that set these crazy rules and told me that even if you begged not to give them to you.” I know he’s right but doesn’t he realize I can’t make it another second without knowing? It’s driving me bonkers.
“I just want to know who my babies are!” I let my eyes get a little watery, which is not that hard these days. My hormones are all over the place. I’d have Maddox tell Grant to give me the results because he would but Maddox let out a chuckle when I came up with the idea of a gender reveal party. He shrugged and said I could do whatever I want. I know that chuckle was because he knew I wouldn’t last. I’d be begging for the results. I kind of knew that too. That’s why I had the reveal party set up for the same day as our sonogram. I thought only having to wait hours would make me not so edgy. I was wrong.
“Oh no you don’t, Luna. You will not use the emotion card with me. You’re still not getting that folder.”
“Dammit.” I practically stomp my foot. I’ve almost used all of the tricks I have up my sleeve and he isn’t breaking. There isn’t even anything in the folder. It’s empty. I made it myself while Maddox was on the phone. I am running out of time. He never lets me get far before he comes looking for me.