I’ve fucked hundreds of girls, all in a variety of ways, and not one of them has felt as good as the Mayor’s daughter. They say heaven is a place on earth, but what they meant to say was heaven is inside Madeline Peters’ cunt, as I pound my hard as fuck cock into it. Fuck she feels amazing, and with one hand on her hip, and the other fisted in her hair, I could die right now and go to hell happy, but only if she were to join me.
I thought this thing between us was casual, that I just needed to fuck her and move on, but there is nothing casual about how my cock feels inside of her. One fuck won’t be enough, just like one taste wasn’t enough. This is more than payback or lust, this is something I can’t even describe. I’ve had a taste of perfection and now all I want to do is feast on it.
Our eyes lock on one another in the mirror and I see the lust in hers, the pleasure she is riding, and when she arches her back and pushes me even deeper, I curse, “Fuck, Princess, you take my cock like it was made for you.” I can feel every inch of my dick being claimed by her, as I slide in and out. So fucking wet, so fucking tight, so fucking perfect.
Everything about her is digging deep beneath my skin like little black vines, festering and growing beneath the surface, and poisoning me with her temptation. At this moment I don’t just hate her, I hate that I can’t get enough of her. I hate the way her skin looks tinted pink from pleasure, the way her eyes watch me take her, the way her teeth sink into her bottom lip to try and contain her moans. I hate the way my cock feels sinking into her soaking wet heat, and the way it’s the best thing I have ever fucking felt wrapped around it. And most of all, I hate how I don’t hate her at all.
Gripping my hands tighter, I pull her onto my cock even harder and she meets me thrust for thrust as she moans, “Oh God, please, more.”
“God huh?” I smile, leaning forward and dragging my tongue along her neck as I whisper, “Does that mean you worship me now?”
She tries to roll her eyes at me, but I catch her in the mirror, thrusting inside of her even harder, turning the eye roll into eyes rolling into the back of her head, as she tries to manage the pleasure my dick is giving her. Her wet heat wraps around me, and it takes every bit of self control I have to not explode inside of her.
I pull her head to the side and drag my tongue up her neck again, tasting the slick sweat of her skin, so sweet and fucking salty that I wish I could taste it forever. It reminds me of the taste of her pussy, of her thighs clamping down harshly around my head. And I can’t stop myself from sinking my teeth into the juncture of her neck and biting down hard. She shudders, sending a jolt straight to my cock, as my lips massage the skin that I know will bruise, and the thought of her wearing a mark from me has me rutting into her even more.
So fucking tight.
I drive into her, thrusting my hips again and again, pounding her harder and faster until her whimpers echo throughout the room. I reach around and pull her top down, letting her tits spill out so I can watch them bounce in the mirror as I slam inside of her, burying my cock deeper every time. They’re plump and round, with perfect little nipples that I want to take into my mouth and suck on until she begs me to stop.
This isn’t enough, a quick fuck with her bent over in front of me taking me hard and fast. No, I need more, want more. I need her laid out in my bed like my own personal feast, while I lick and taste every inch of her until she is writhing and moaning beneath me. I need her against the shower wall with her legs wrapped around me, while our wet bodies smack together. I need her on top of me, sinking down on every inch of my cock until she is full. No, this isn’t enough.
Will it ever be enough?
Her soft whimpers turn to loud moans that I know the others will be able to hear, and all it does is spur me on. “That’s it, Princess, let them all know how good my cock feels inside of you.” I push her further down, feeling her clench around my cock, squeezing me like a vice. God if only she could see how fucking perfect she looks from my angle, thrust up against the counter with her clothes all bunched up because I was in too much of a rush to take them all the way off. She has driven me wild with need all night, and now I have had a taste of the forbidden, I just want more.
My whole body tightens as all my blood rushes to my groin, that familiar heat starting to build in my cock. “Fuck, Mads,” I groan, her name barely slipping from my mouth, as my hands fist her hips even harder. I was coming, but not before I made her come again. I release one of my hands from her hip and find her pussy, pressing firmly against her swollen clit and rubbing it roughly until her body starts to shake. “Come on, Princess, come on my dick.”
“Oh, Nova, fuck, yes!” Pushing her ass into me, she closes her eyes as she descends over the edge into madness, trembling as I push into her harder and harder. “I’m coming!” She explodes around me, and I choke on my breath as I press her face down into the marble countertop, and pound into her as hard as I can, rattling the shelves around us with the force of my thrusts.
“Fuck yes you are, you’re squeezing my cock so fucking tight,” I grit through my teeth, holding on by a thread as her pussy spasms around me. “Fuck, Mads, so fucking good for me!”
“Nova, please,” she begs, desperate for me to end this pleasure-filled torture between us, and possession like I have never known flows through me at the sound of my name falling from her lips until I am gone.
“That’s it, say my name, tell me whose cock is inside you,” I demand, slamming into her again and again until I feel myself go off. I pull out of her, and stroke my cock once before jets of cum spurt from the end of my dick and shoot all over her ass until she is covered in me.
God that was so fucking hot.
It’s only then I realize that this is the first time I have ever fucked without a condom, and panic floods my system, which she must detect because she quietly murmurs, “It’s okay, I’m on the shot and I’m clean.”
Nodding at her words, I quip back, “Me too.”
Ignoring the fact she is smeared in my release, I collapse against her, struggling to catch my breath, as a haze like I have never known overcomes me. Every muscle in my body is loose and relaxed, yet still screaming out for more of what she just gave me. Of what I just gave her. I try to catch my breath, but when I pull up, bringing her body with me, and our gazes catch in the mirror, all I can think is how much I want to go again. Her eyes are glazed and unfocused after what we just did, and her cheeks are flushed to perfection. She bites her lip as we stare at one another, and I can see the shade of her tough persona sliding back into place now we are no longer connected.
Before she can move, I grip her hip to keep her in place, and lean over to pull a fresh cloth from the shelf, turning on the tap to dampen it with warm water. Then I pull back and gently wipe my release off her ass, as much as it pains me to do so, and when she is clean, I pull down her dress as she fixes the top. When she turns around there is barely an inch of space between our lips, and all I want to do is capture them between my own. I reach up to curl an escaped hair around her ear, but her eyes drop to the floor so I pull back.
“This can’t happen again,” she whispers, almost like she is too ashamed to look at me, and before she can say anything else, I take a step away from her.
I should have known, should have expected this. Why the fuck would someone like Madeline Peters ever want me for more than this? Clearly she didn’t feel what I just felt, and all that does is bring back my resentment for her more than ever. I need to remind myself, and my fucking cock, that we can’t stand her.
I want her, but I can’t have her.
I want her, but she doesn’t want me.
That reminder is enough to have my own usual taunts sliding back out as I grin at her. “If I would have known your pussy was that good, I’d have snatched it up years ago, Princess.”
Her own eyes harden at my words, that familiar sparkle returning to them as she snaps, “Like I’d ever put myself through that misery again.” She pushes past me before the lie has barely fallen from her tongue, and rips open the door as I follow, but then falters as she sees that only Reign remains.
“You two sounded like you were having fun in there,” he purrs, wiggling his eyebrows, as he brings a joint up to his mouth and inhales deeply, before blowing the smoke back out. “I’m hard as fuck listening to you both.”
I feel Maddie’s spine straighten at his brazen comments, and jealousy curls inside my gut, but I have to remind myself she isn’t mine, she doesn’t want to be. Yet before I can cut in and defuse the tension, Maddie storms towards him and steals the joint right from his hand, taking a seat on the sofa across from him. As I walk towards her, my eyes tracking her every move, she inhales the joint in and out, before cocking her head at Reign.
“I know you aren’t familiar with making a girl come, Alexander, but I’m sure you know what it sounds like.” His name on her lips slices through me, as I slide into the spot beside her, snatching the joint from her just to stop myself from touching her.
Reign laughs, shaking his head as I pass the joint back to him, and he takes a drag before saying, “I like this one, she’s smart, you should keep her.”
Again I feel her tense beside me, but all I do is grab the bottle of whiskey from the table and smile. “I would try, but like you said, she’s smart.”
Ignoring our conversation completely, Maddie cuts in and asks again, “Where did everyone go?”
We can all still hear the party raging upstairs, but our little downstairs hang has dissipated quickly. Reign sighs, “I dared Hallie to kiss Archer, which she did, but then it got awkward so she left, but she told me to tell you she’s fine. Archer left with Jake and his girlfriend to take her home. And Daemon…” he starts, clearly not sure what to say. “Daemon got annoyed and left, I’m not really sure why.” He takes another drag of the joint in his hand, before he stubs it out on the table and leans back to watch us. “Clearly we didn’t have as much fun as the two of you,” he smirks, taking a sip of his drink, his drunken eyes flicking between the both of us.
I can hear the teasing tone in his voice, the flirty under edge to it. It’s typical Reign, but where I expect Maddie to back down and blush again, instead she spurs him on. “Then maybe I’ll invite you next time instead,” Maddie purrs, and my knuckles turn white from how tight I grip the bottle in my hand.
“Careful,” I warn quietly. This isn’t a game she wants to play with me, but instead of ignoring my warning, she turns to me and smiles. Suddenly all I can think about is the fact that the night she came to my room and sucked me off, she was looking for him, not me.
I keep my eyes locked on hers in silent caution, but when the smirk stays on her lips, I decide it’s time to play another game. I take another sip of whiskey and then I reach down and grab Maddie by the waist and drag her into my lap. She yelps a little as I do it, but when she tries to wiggle away, I lean up and whisper in her ear. “Are you trying to escape or turn me on again?”
My question has her freezing where she is, her resistance failing her as she tries to decide her next move, but I move my focus back to Reign, who is now staring at the point where Maddie and I are joined. I bring the bottle up to her mouth and when she turns to look down at me, I communicate with my eyes for her to take a drink. She is going to need it.
“Truth or dare, Princess?” I ask smiling, knowing she won’t back down, not when she missed her turn earlier.
“Truth,” she answers instantly, just like I knew she would. My predictable little princess, but little does she know this is a game I am desperate to win, especially when the prize is her.
“Why don’t you tell Alexander here about our first sexual encounter?” Her cheeks heat as she realizes what I am referring to, but then I see the determination in her eyes as she keeps her stare on mine.
“I asked him politely if I could suck his dick,” she says, not dropping my gaze, and I hear Reign chuckle as he watches us.
Nodding my head while taking another drink, I can’t help but tease her. “Cute recollection of events, Princess, now tell him who you were really looking for that night.”
I see a flicker of uncertainty flash across her stare, and when I just keep my smirk in place she huffs and flicks her head back to Reign. “I was originally looking for you because given your reputation, I thought you’d be an easy target.”
I smirk, seeing the flush of red now starting to burn up her chest as I take one final drink. “Did you hear that Reign?” I ask, tossing the now empty bottle of whiskey to the floor, and bringing my palms to slide up Maddie’s thighs. “The first night my girl put her mouth on me, she was actually looking for you.”
Turning my head towards him I can see he looks intrigued, clearly unsure of what game I am trying to play as he responds, “Well she looks pretty happy with where she ended up, Nineteen.”
“Mmm, she does, doesn’t she?” I bring my gaze back to hers, and almost drown in the look of restrained lust now burning in her stare. She doesn’t know what the game is, but she is desperate to play. Just like on the dance floor upstairs, I see her, I know her limits, and how she wants them to be pushed. I slide the hands on her thighs higher until one of them can completely cover her pussy as I whisper, “Why don’t you show him what I do to you?”
I feel her hesitation, she doesn’t want to give me this, she doesn’t want to need this, but I am quickly learning everything there is to know about the Mayor’s daughter. Only a few seconds tick by before she is spreading her thighs over mine, and if it wasn’t for my hand, Reign would be able to see her cunt completely. A cunt that now belongs to me, whether she wants to admit that or not.
Madeline Peters might be in denial, but I’m not, and it’s time to push her to the point of no return.
