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I’m standingin front of Maddie’s complicated coffee maker when she reemerges from the bathroom.
“I’d’ve made a pot but-” I’m shrugging my shoulders as I look over and – just like every time I see her – my breath gets stuck in my throat.
She’s pulled her hair in a bun on the top of her head, her eyes are bright and awake, and her lips look a little pinker than they did just a few minutes ago, either from brushing her teeth or applying something, I don’t know. However they got that way, they look kissable as hell.
Her teeth catch her bottom lip as my eyes drag down over the rest of her. A lowcut tank top, exposing the top of her pink sports bra, her big, glorious tits peeping out of the neckline begging me to put my face right fucking there. And the bottom half…Hell. From the waist down she’s covered in tight black leggings. And fuck me, my cock is wide awake, coffee be damned.
Then she moves closer, and I notice a slight hesitation in her steps.
“Are you sore?” I ask, before I think of a more delicate way to put it.
She lifts a shoulder and glances away. “I’m okay.”
With three strides I close the distance between us. “Maddie.” She tips her head back to meet my gaze. “I’m gonna ask you that again, and you’re gonna tell me the truth this time.”
Her cheeks start to heat and I’m once again reminded that she hates arguing.
I’m not arguing with her, but I know some people just hate any sort of confrontation. So I lean in closer and gently grip her wrists.
“Is your pretty little cunt sore from being stretched around my dick last night?”
Her lips part and she pulls in a ragged breath before answering, “Y-yes.”
“Alright.” I drag my hands up her forearms, past her elbows, and up to her shoulders as I straighten. “Then I’ll wait until tonight to fuck you again.”
A puff of air pops out of Maddie’s lips and she sags forward, resting her head against the center of my chest. “Jesus, Axel.”
My arms encircle her, pulling her into my body. And just as I’d hoped, she wraps her arms around me in return.
“I’m still a little surprised you like hugs,” she mumbles.
I squeeze her tighter. “I likeyourhugs.”
She makes a humming sound, “No one else’s?”
“Nah. No one else hugs me, Baby Girl.”
Her arms do their best to squeeze around me. “No one else hugs me either.”
It takes a moment for Maddie’s words to sink in.
“No one?” I think about the photos on the mantle. “What about your parents?”
I feel her body tense against mine, but when I go to pull back, she hugs me tighter.
Her parents look like huggers. My mom’s still around, but she’s never been a cuddly woman, waving her hellos and goodbyes. But those photos…
“Maddie?” I say her name softly.
“I’m okay.” She says it like she’s trying to reassure me, but she sounds off. “It’s just… Well…”
My hand slides up and down her spine.
I’m not sure what she’s about to tell me, but I already don’t like it.
Beneath my arms, her body shudders with her next exhale.