I don’t give her a chance to respond. I just need to be face down and knuckle deep in her cunt to get her there. Closing my mouth around her clit, I insert a second finger, stroking her G-spot over and over until her legs start to shake. I don’t dare break pace. I don’t even come up for air. I keep sucking, stroking, giving her everything until she finally starts to pulse around me.

She cries out. She pulls on my hair. She comes so hard she makes a pretty little wet spot on the sheets. I lap her up and force her to bare down around me as she rides out her orgasm.

Then I sit back proudly and grin. Mission fucking accomplished.

26. Maddie

Chapter 26

Maddie

I think I just blacked out. Am I still breathing? Could I be dreaming? I’m lying here in what feels like a pool of sweat and cum as Dempsey kisses up the length of my body.

“You good, baby girl?”

As if that’s even a question.

I open my eyes and pull him toward me, attacking his mouth with a sloppy, lust-filled kiss.

“Is that a yes?” he chuckles as he kisses my neck before lowering his head to my chest. The second he starts sucking on my nipple, I lose it.

“Fuck. I want you. Dem, please. Stop teasing me.”

He grins against my skin, but he makes no move to pull away.

I already feel my pussy tingling again in response to his mouth—or is it still fluttering from the soul-shattering orgasm he just gave me?

“Dempsey! I’m serious. You still have all your fucking clothes on! Get naked and get inside me.”

He hops off the bed, grinning in the most adorable way, then quickly removes his shirt. He undoes his pants, then shoves them down, along with his boxers, in one fluid motion. I prop up on my elbows and drink him in. His torso’s impossibly long; so long he’s rocking an eight pack. His waist tapers into his pants and forms these delicious hip indents.

“Fuck me,” I mutter as I home in on his dick. The thing’s an anaconda. I’m a greenhorn skipper about to embark on a jungle river cruise. How the hell did I manage to deep-throat that sucker last weekend?

Oh. That’s right. Because I can do all things through Dempsey, who strengthens me. Especially when he calls me a good girl. Or a naughty girl. Or princess. I have a feeling he can call me just about anything, and my jaw will automatically unhinge to welcome him home.

“That’s the plan,” he retorts as he pulls a condom out of his discarded pants pocket and rips it open with his teeth.

I almost come again when he spits the corner of the wrapper off to the side.