My legs start to wobble from his words.
Pressure builds in my core, and I find myself gasping for air and reaching behind me with my free hand to grab the wall for balance, riding the tidal wave building in my body and heading to crash on the shore. I mumble incoherent words while pulling on his hair with my other hand so hard I’m surprised it hasn’t fazed him.
Or maybe he’s just too busy and drunk on my pussy to care.
“You’re close, aren’t you, Penelope?”
“Yes. Keep going, Maddox.” I pull him closer to me.
“Tell me what you need,” he mumbles against my slit.
“Keep doing what you’re doing.” He strikes my clit again and then sucks it between his lips. “Yes, just like that.”
He takes his time building me up, reading my body for the signals I’m giving him. I find myself transported to another place, one where the pleasure I’m feeling from his hands and tongue is different than other men that I’ve been with.
It’s powerful. Consuming. Overwhelming and chaotic.
It’s making my heart and mind frenzied as I battle between staying planted in reality and letting this all-consuming pleasure overwhelm me and pull me under.
I grind myself on his mouth and feel him hook his finger up inside of me, detonating a whole new cluster of sparks as he coaxes my G-spot and licks my clit simultaneously, bringing me over the edge.
“Fuck, Maddox... yes... yes!” And then I explode, riding his mouth, letting pressure and pleasure consume my limbs and nerves. I buck against him, thrash against the wall, practically wild with pleasure as Maddox keeps licking and sucking while I ride out my climax.
I feel like I’m floating, taking forever to come back down to earth, until I hear and feel him start to stand.
As I fight to regain control of my breathing, we stand there in a stare-off, waiting for someone to make the next move. So I sink down to the floor, eager to return the favor.
He watches me as I lock eyes with him and reach for his belt, loosening the buckle and sliding the leather free. I unbutton his slacks, slide down the zipper, and stroke the hard length of him behind black boxer briefs.
“You want my cock now, Penelope?”
“Fuck, yes, I do.”
When I pull down the band of his underwear, his cock springs free, and my eyes widen on instinct. He is thick, long, proud, and...pierced.
“Damn, even more surprises,” I announce, peering up at him as I begin to stroke his shaft.
“It’s a reverse Prince Albert,” he informs me.
“I know. I’ve seen pictures but never the real thing.”
“Wait until you feel it.”
I’m practically salivating at the thought. “Can’t wait.”
“Take off your dress so I can see all of you while you suck me off,” he commands, and the switch in his voice from compassionate to dominating is one I wasn’t prepared for, but I’m not complaining about it one bit.
He was right. I want to fight him. I want to tell him to fuck off.
But there’s a part of me that knows right now kneeling before him and following his orders is one of the hottest moments of my life.
Resting fully on my knees, I grab my dress and peel it over my head, tossing it aside before reaching behind me and pinching the clasp on my bra, freeing it from my body as well.
“God, I want to bite your tits.”
“Let me suck your cock first.”
His dick literally jumps in front of me at the idea. “With pleasure. Bring that beautiful mouth to me.”