Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

On the outside, I just frowned and rolled my eyes but internally, I beamed
at being called a good girl.
I had no idea before Maddox started calling me that, of just how much it
could mean to me. Of how much I would like it and how much I would crave
it.
Yet, him telling me he didn’t want me to suck his dick, paradoxically
made me want to do it. It was like a switch was turned on in my brain. He
didn’t want me to do something I was uncomfortable with and,
unconsciously, it made me instantly comfortable with it. He just kept on
proving to me that I could trust him and that was the biggest turn on.
“Tell me more.” He let out a groan against my skin and I felt his hips buck
against me. “What would you do to me?”
“I’d get on my knees for you.” I breathed, one of my hands reaching back
to bury itself in his blond hair. “I never thought I’d like giving anyone so
much power over me, but I’d get on my fucking knees for you, Maddox.”
“Fuck, baby.”
Hearing him growl just spurred me on and soon I was describing very
vivid images of all the things I could see us doing to each other.
“I’d rub you, wrap my hand around your cock and squeeze, see how tight
you like to be gripped.” Maddox added another digit and had two fingers
going in and out of my pussy as I resumed speaking. His breath hitched in his
throat and he bit my neck, making me moan. “I would use my other hand to
thrust two fingers into my—my—” I gulped, trying to find the courage to say
the word.
“Your cunt, baby?”
He buried his two fingers inside me to the hilt and stayed there, scissoring
them and hitting all the right spots. I screamed because the sensation was just
too good to stay quiet.