Lib Novel Page 98
HANNAH
My hands are trembling.
I’ve never felt so ready and so exposed at the same time.
But when I straighten, there’s no time to overthink, because Maddox is there.
He’s right there.
He grips my sides, and the tip of his hard cock presses against my lower belly.
I arch my neck, eyes closing, ready for his mouth on mine.
But the cock against my belly slips away, and before I can open my eyes, lips close around one of my nipples.
My body jerks at the contact, but Maddox holds me in place.
He rumbles out a sound of approval, and when my eyes finally focus, I see him on his knees in front of me.
He’s so tall that, in this position, my breasts are at just the right height.
His tongue laps across my peak as he sucks more of my tit into his mouth.
I sway.
“Maddox.” His name is a plea, and I reach for him, needing to steady myself.
He sucks again, then pulls his mouth free. “So perfect,” he mumbles, then latches himself on to my other breast.
I dig my fingers into his shoulders.
I want to touch him. Want to kiss him. Want to feel more of him.
But I don’t want him to stop.
He shifts his hands on my sides, sliding one around to my back, holding me against his working mouth.
He licks and sucks and makes sounds against my skin.
And he slides the other hand down my hip, then around until he’s palming my ass.
Then lower. And lower, until he’s reaching between my legs from behind.
The first brush of his fingers against my sex makes my knees weak, and I tighten my hold on him to stay upright.
He lightly traces my seam, and it’s still enough to shoot electricity through my system.
“Holy shit,” I pant. Then I change my hold on his shoulders, and I try to pull him up. Try to pull him off me because I need to touch him too.
Teeth graze over my nipple, and I throw my head back.
My body is tense, everything clenching, but that doesn’t stop Maddox from shoving a finger inside me.
A cry leaves my mouth.
Maddox slides his finger deeper.
“Please,” I pant. “God, Maddox, please.”