SUMMER
"Walker," I choked out, the name a panicked, frantic whisper as I tried to tear away from Maddox's grip.
He didn't budge. His head remained fixed in-between my thighs, savoring my heat.
Then slowly, he looked up at me, his eyes dark and unwavering. The danger hadn't scared him; it had only electrified him.
I tried to push away from him, eyes wide and darting toward the door, which was now open just a few inches, revealing a narrow glimpse of the surprisingly empty hallway. Still, the blood drained from my face, a cold dread replacing the intense heat.
Walker couldn't be back yet. The drive to the company was about four hours, especially with Seattle's Christmas traffic. But maybe…maybe he’d forgotten something important.
But as I stared, forcing my focus beyond the terror clutching my throat, I saw a familiar, low silhouette slip through the opening.
It wasn't the figure of my husband. It was low, sleek, and covered in gray fur.
Lucy.
The cat sauntered in, tail held high in a curious curve, her green eyes blinking lazily at the spectacle we presented. She let out a soft, questioning meow, then turned and walked out.
The relief that flooded me was so intense it nearly buckled my knees, mixing with the adrenaline coursing through me.
"It's... it's just Lucy," I breathed, the words barely audible.
I immediately tried to push against Maddox's shoulders, desperate to use the warning as a cue to end the madness.
"Maddox, we have to stop. That was too close. We can't—"
He didn't let me finish.
"Not yet, Summer,” he chuckled, a low, wicked sound that sent shivers down my spine. “You've waited this long. You can wait a little longer." He lifted his head, his dark eyes glittering with dangerous intent, his hot breath fanning my V area. "I want you to be completely undone.”
"Maddox, please," I begged, but my hips voluntarily rocked against the air, seeking his soft lips against my clit.
He didn't hurry.
He lingered, his gaze fixed on my dripping pussy, a dark, consuming look that made the blood rush to my head. I was breathing in short, shallow gasps, my hips continuously begging for him, but he was savoring the control.
"You're soaking wet for me, Summer," he murmured, his voice wrapping around my submission. "Look at how much you want this. All that heat, all that wetness... just for me."
He pressed a single, tattooed finger into the slick fold of my pussy and I cried out— a muffled sound of shock and pleasure. My back arched violently against the cold marble wall of the kitchen.
"And you know what this is for, don't you?" he continued, rubbing that spot slowly, deliberately. "This is for every time you look at me across the dinner table. Every time you wore those seductive dresses that showed off those tits. Every time I knew you were thinking of me instead of him."
My cheeks were flushed scarlet. "Stop," I rasped, but the sound was weak, ruined by the pleasure he was extracting from me. The pleasure I was getting from his finger circling my clit was more than any guilt I could
He ignored me, his lips finally reaching where I needed him the most, pushing softly against my clit.
He kissed. Nibbled. Sucked.
“Yes, Maddox,” I whimpered. “Fuck, yeah.”
He straightened, his hard-on grinding against my entrance. The thick bulge of him rubbed the sensitive, engorged flesh of my clitoris, sending a blinding wave of sensation through me.
"You're mine," he growled. "You're going to take every inch, and you're going to sing my name. Can you sing, Summer?"
I'm far too wet and too aroused to think about what he meant. It was much easier to nod frantically like a needy little slut
Maddox held my gaze, his eyes dark, intense pools of predatory desire. I watched as he slowly undid the button of his denim, and then his cock sprang out free.
He was big. Thick.
It was just like I'd fantasized.
Slowly, deliberately, he pressed the tip of his cock against me. I felt the heat, the thick, smooth head pushing past the sleek, trembling lips of my pussy.
It was a perfectly, agonizing stretch.
I gasped, my breath catching in my throat, my fingers digging into the muscle of his arms. "Maddox... please..."
With a low, decisive grunt, he drove forward, burying himself in one deep, agonizingly slow push.
The world dissolved into a rush of pure, feet-curling sensation.
He was full.
Unbelievably, impossibly full. He stretched me around him until I felt the solid pressure of his hips meeting mine
He paused briefly, holding himself deep inside me, letting my body adjust to the invasion. His chest was heaving, his jaw clenched, and a drop of sweat traced a path down his temple.
"God," he rasped, his voice thick with satisfied lust. "That's exactly where you belong, baby. Tight. Hot. Dripping all over me."
Then, he began to move.
It started as a slow, deep drag, pulling almost completely out until only the tip remained, teasing my most sensitive parts before he reversed, plunging back in with a powerful, hungry drive that struck the deepest part of my core.
All sorts of guttural moans escaped my mouth.
My hips rose to meet him, desperate for the impact, the thrust, the delicious, sinful possession.
My pace quickened with every shaky breath that left my lips.
His thrusts were rough, and perfectly tailored to the hungry ache I had carried for years.
Each slap of his cock against my pussy drove me closer to the edge, making the sounds I made less recognizable. My head was thrown backwards, eyes shutting tightly, chest heaving so fast.
"Look at you," he grunted, his eyes demanding I acknowledge the utter ruin he was making of me. "Screaming my name while I use your body. You're cheating on your husband, Summer, and you've never felt better."
The dirty talk was a sharp, wicked edge to the already overwhelming pleasure.
With a sudden change in rhythm, he started thrusting faster, harder, pushing me against the cool, unforgiving counter. The sounds of our sweaty bodies meeting, the rhythmic slap of wet skin on skin, was the loudest, most forbidden Christmas carol I'd ever heard.
I was screaming unashamedly as my brother-in-law's cock kept pounding into me. The tension was building impossibly high, coiling into a tight knot in my pelvis.
I felt the unfamiliar, terrifying approach of reaching what would be the highest peak I'd ever climbed and I screamed his name—not the gentle plea from before, but a raw, desperate howl.
"There it is," Maddox ground out, his blue eyes now taking a totally darker shade. He drove in three final, punishing thrusts. "Come for me, Summer. Right here. Right now."
The explosion was immediate and shattering, rocking my body in a series of violent spasms that made me shake uncontrollably.
My orgasm was hot, loud, and utterly consuming, contracting tightly around the rigid length of his cock inside me, pulling a guttural groan of pleasure from Maddox's throat.
The trembling waves of my climax washed over me, leaving me soaked with satisfaction.
Maddox didn't stop. His thick cock was still buried deep inside me, his powerful body trembling with the effort of his own impending release. He pulled out slightly, then drove back in another severe thrust that pinned me hard against the marble counter. He flattened his palms against the counter on either side of my hips, and slammed forward.
He grabbed my chin with his free, tattooed hand, tilting my head back and forcing my eyes up to meet his. He began the thrust again, deep and hard, a punishing, possessive rhythm that stole my breath.
"You want to know the truth?" he growled, his face inches from mine, eyes burning with something wicked and unrelenting. "You're mine, Summer. Every filthy, aching part of you belongs to me.”