Grace Goodwin - The Virgins - Complete Boxed Set

“Now, now, Cassie. You have to choose. Cock or tongue.”

Fighting for air, I wiggled my hips to try to force him to move his fingers once more, but he struck my bare bottom again and I jolted at the sharp sting. I was tired of fighting my body, tired of denying what I wanted. I had done that my entire life, never asking for what I needed, never expecting to get it.

But Maddox? My instincts screamed at me. Maddox was mine. He would give me everything.

“Tongue first. Cock later,” I breathed.

“Greedy, are we?” He laughed and stroked my bottom as he pulled his fingers nearly all the way out of my body.

“Do you want to come now, Cassie? Do you want to come as I suck on your clit?”

“Yes.” His dirty talk was driving me wild. Every torturous word went straight to my head and I imagined him doing what he said to me, pictured it in my mind with perfect clarity.

Leaning over me, I felt his heat, the soft hairs on his chest as he kissed his way down my spine, his fingers inside me beginning to move once again. When he reached my bottom, he nipped at the tender flesh and I gasped.

“I like my handprint here. Pink and bright against such creamy skin. I can smell your need, Cassie. Now it’s time to taste it.”

Pulling his fingers free, he put both hands on my bottom, his thumbs parting my swollen flesh. I could feel my sticky arousal smearing onto my skin as he lowered his head and put his mouth directly on my clit. He wasn’t gentle, he wasn’t tender, but voracious and almost desperate to lick up every bit of my need, to flick my tender bundle of nerves and bring me right to the brink of coming. But I was empty, my aching core tightened down on nothing and I cried out with need.

“Maddox, please.”

“Please, what?” he breathed against my heated flesh.

“I changed my mind. I need you inside me.”

My skin was coated in a sheen of sweat, my fingers gripping the soft blanket where I held them over my head, as he’d commanded. My hair was wild and spread across the bed.

“Say it.”

“Say what?” I gasped as the tip of his tongue circled my clit.

“Do you want my cock in your pussy?”

I nodded my head.

“Say it.”

“I… I need your cock.”

“Where?”

I licked my dry lips.

“In my pussy.”

“Good girl.” One hand lifted off my hip and spanked me again.

“Maddox!” I cried as my empty pussy ached to the point of pain.

His tongue lapped up my juices. “You like that, don’t you?”

I couldn’t deny it, for I did like the fire and heat of his firm hand on my bottom when he spanked me. “Yes!”

He stood once more and used one hand to place his cock exactly where I needed it. I tried to shift backward, to impale myself on his hard length, but he held me with a firm hand on my hip. “This is forever, Cassie. I will never let you go. Not after this.”

“Fuck me.” I was beyond complex sentences, on the edge of losing control.

With one smooth forward shift of his hips, he pierced me. He moved then, rough and fast, his cock stroking over that ultra-sensitive spot inside me until I screamed, my release burning through me like a wildfire, totally out of control and spreading to every inch of my skin, every muscle locked in ecstasy for long seconds as my pussy pulsed around his cock.

Before I could recover, he leaned over my back, covering me completely, the position pushing his cock deep. With his huge body over me I felt completely dominated and at his mercy, and so damn hot for him that the pressure of his chest against the skin of my back nearly made me come again.

“I’m going to claim you now. Our marks touching as I fill you with my seed. You’re mine, Cassie. Mine.”

I didn’t argue.

With his amazing strength, he easily rolled me onto my back and pushed my knees wide as he crawled between them. His hair fell forward as he looked down at me. “Mine.”

The word sent shivers over my skin and I lifted my arms to reach for him, to pull him close for a kiss.

Immediately he grabbed my wrists and returned my hands to their prior place, stretched above my head. “I told you not to move, mate.”

He covered me with his weight, pressing me to the soft mattress and I melted beneath him, knowing that it was too late for me to resist. I was his to command, completely under his control, and the thought made me close my eyes in an attempt to hide how much I wanted him, just like this. Bossy, dominant, impossible to resist.

I did not answer, simply lifted my head from the bed to steal a kiss. I didn’t resist him. Why should I? I wanted him as much as he wanted me. I tasted my need in the kiss, sweet and tangy. Felt his own as his cock pressed hard against my inner thigh.

Taking my hands in his where he held them above my head, he held them in place as our fingers intertwined. Our marks touched, rubbed together and I arched off the bed, desperate to have him inside me.

“Are you mine, Cassie?”

I nodded, licking my lips again. “Yes.”

“Will you accept my claim as your marked mate? Will you be mine all the days of your life?”

This was like wedding vows. I realized then, with Maddox naked above me, that this was our moment to pledge ourselves to each other. No minister was needed. No witnesses. I felt the truth of his words, the seriousness of his question through our marks. I wanted him. Needed him. It was insane, but true.

“Yes.”

He smiled then, brilliantly, lowered his head to kiss me as if he couldn’t help himself. His tongue tangled with mine and I whimpered for more. He shifted his hips so his cock nestled at my entrance. The flared head spread open my pussy lips until he was coated in my arousal.

“I’m yours, Cassie. I accept your claim as your marked mate. I will be yours all the days of my life.”

His smile fell away, his pale gaze serious, his words crucial. Weighty.

“Maddox,” I whispered, angling my hips up to have his cock slip into me an inch. “Stop talking.”

He groaned then, closed his eyes. “Mine. You’re mine.”

I slowly shook my head. “No. You’re mine .”

I shifted my hips once more; wrapping my legs around his waist, I lifted my body and took him inside me with one firm thrust of my hips. While Maddox had waited for me to accept his claim, to agree to our union, I wanted to make sure he understood how badly I wanted him for my own. I wanted to be the aggressor, if only for a moment, for I doubted Maddox would ever let me be in charge in the bedroom and the thought made me moan with need. I wanted him like this, hard and dominant on top of me, my hands trapped above my head as he fucked me.

He moved then, slowly sliding in and out of me, watching my every reaction. He was big, so big and I felt so very stretched. It had been several years and Maddox’s cock was so much larger than Charles’s. He also knew how to wield it, for with every deep plunge, he made sure to press his abdomen to my clit, rubbing the sensitive spot until I saw stars. Our marks touched, the sensation shot through me, stronger than a shot of whiskey and the heat in my clit and belly spread until every inch of my skin felt flushed and overheated. He filled me and nibbled on my neck, my ear, telling me how beautiful I was, how hot and wet and tight my pussy felt around his cock, bringing me to the brink of climax.

With my legs still wrapped about his waist, my heels digging into his bottom, I pushed him into me deeper, ever deeper. I felt as if he were a part of me, with no separation between us.

Maddox’s breathing became ragged, his motions shifting from a consistent rhythm to wild abandon.

His fingers tensed in mine, our palms slick with sweat and my mark pulsing in time to my heartbeat. Or was it Maddox’s?