With her hand free, Maddie grips my side and pulls herself closer yet.
I roll, so I’m half on my back, and Maddie’s body follows mine. Her soft curves pressing into my firm lines.
She was right when she said I was big. In everyday life, I’m big. But compared to her, I’m huge. I almost feel like a giant with her small body nearly draped over mine.
My ribcage alone is probably big enough to encase her. I could have a Maddie-sized heart and it’d fit just fine.
Lost in the moment, I don’t notice where Maddie’s hands are, until I feel fingers grip my cock.
My body stills, the fabric of my boxers is all that separates her hand from my rigid length. But even without the barrier, I doubt her fingers could reach around my girth.
My cock isn’t uncomfortably long, but I’ve learned that preparation is sometimes necessary for my thickness.
“Holy shit!” Maddie gasps as her grip tries to tighten.
I wait one second before I react, one second to soak in the feeling of her warm hand right where I want to feel her most. Then I move.
Gripping her wrists, I flip our positions, pinning Maddie on her back, hands secured over her head.
“Naughty Girl.”
A low sound crawls out of her throat, as she wiggles against my grip. “Axel.”
My dick is harder than it’s ever been, but I’m still in control. I’m in charge of this situation.
Until I feel Maddie’s hips roll beneath me.
“Please,” her cry is accompanied by another roll and I realize my mistake. My fatal fucking mistake.
In the process of rolling us over, Maddie managed to get her thighs open, framing my hips.
She arches again, the warm fabric over her pussy just grazing against the underside of my cock.
Irresistible.
Literally irresistible.
I drop my hips.
I won’t fuck her. But I never promised myself I wouldn’t torture us both a little.
The contact is enough to make me groan. “Did you spread your legs for me, Baby Doll?”
Maddie nods- back arched and pressing her lower half up against me.
“I need it, Axel.” Her hips roll again. “Please.”
Keeping my grip on her hands, I lower until our lips are just an inch apart. “Please what?”
“Please, Daddy.”
My brain screeches to a halt.
Daddy?
Then my mind rockets right past reason.
With my eyes locked on hers, I thrust my hips. My cock rubbing against her cotton-covered pussy.