by Bella Emy
“Maddox…. Maddox, I’m going to come!”
There it is. The moment I have been waiting for.
“Yes, baby, come for me… come all over my dick.”
Screams of ecstasy come rushing out of her mouth as she reaches her orgasm, but it only causes me to want more. I want to keep going and make her come all over again.
“Oh, my God, oh, my God…” she moans, gripping the sheets.
Fuck, I love seeing her like this. I could see her like this every single day and I’d be one happy man.
She smiles wickedly up at me as I continue pounding into her. She’s fucking beautiful.
“That was sooooo good…. Oh my God… I don’t think I’ve ever had it like that before,” she whispers.
I block my thoughts from the obvious question lingering, but it’s almost impossible. Rick never gave it to her like that?
I push the thought out of my mind and just focus on how sexy she looks right now. Her just fucked expression is enough to bring me back in the zone.
“Maddox,” she whispers, wrapping her arms once again around the back of my neck.
“Mmmm, yes, baby?”
She bites her bottom lip and then asks, “Can I get on top and ride you?”
If I didn’t just come from hearing those words leaving her mouth, it’s a miracle. Can she get on top and ride me? Fuck yes, she can.
Without even responding, I grab onto the sides of her hips and in one swift movement land on my back against the bed; Adelyn spreads her legs and straddles me.
Positioning herself over me, she slides down my cock. As soon as she does, she works it and gyrates her hips, rocking back and forth.
God, if I thought I felt heaven before, it’s nothing compared to the way she’s moving above me.
She takes her hands and places them at the back of her neck, lifting her hair. Fuck, does she look sexy with her humongous tits bouncing up and down and her flushed red cheeks as she works my cock.
“Maddox…. Ooh, oooh….” She moans again.
I smirk. “Get it, baby… come again.”
She nods her head as she bounces up and down on my cock like no tomorrow.
“I’m coming, I’m fucking coming all over you…. Mmmm, Oh, my God!!!”
This is some vision, and I never want it to end. Jesus fucking Christ, she’s so damn sexy. I love making her come and having her make herself come on me. It’s the greatest thing ever.
But of course, all good things come to an end. As she continues riding me like a bull riding champion, I can feel myself getting ready to explode. I can’t hold back any longer and I need to let myself go.
“Fuck…..” I groan as my orgasm takes over.
As if she hadn’t just finished coming, she slams onto my dick even harder as I’m coming, causing the most ultimate explosion that I’ve ever experienced in my life.
Once I’m done, she giggles, slowly climbing off of me and then lying down right beside me. My arm automatically wraps around her and she snuggles into me. I love the feel of her naked body against mine.
I know I said spending the night would probably be a bad idea, but I don’t think I can bear to pull myself away from her right here and right now.
“Maddox,” she whispers.
I gently turn my head to face her, the prettiest smile is beaming on her face. “Hey, what’s up, Ad?”
She chuckles again. “Not you, or I should say not yet, anyway.”
I laugh softly with her, feeling her body move against mine. “You’re so bad, Adelyn.”
“I know.” She reaches up and places a kiss on my cheek. “Thank you.”
I laugh again, but a little harder this time. “You don’t have to thank me for that, Adelyn. If anything, I should thank you. You were amazing.”
“Shut up, Mad.” She giggles again. “I mean, thank you. Thank you for making me feel so good tonight that I forgot all about my pain. For the first time since Rick, I felt happy, and good. Really, really good.”
I smile. “Good.”
“Thank you,” she repeats and snuggles back into my side.
“You’re welcome.”
“Now, get some rest. You’re going to need it for the next round in a bit.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Being with Adelyn was like a fairytale. Waking up with her in my arms and going at it over and over and over again until we finally got up around two in the afternoon felt like bliss. And the only reason we did finally get up and out of bed was because she had to meet her mother and sisters at her cousin’s baby shower.
And that was the last time I saw her. It’s been two weeks since then, and I haven’t seen her at all. Of course this is not because I don’t want to. I want to see her. Every single day. Before we made love, I was seeing her all the time. Now she’s barely replying to my texts. Something is up with her, but I don’t know what it is.
Did I do something wrong? After we parted that day, I stopped by the house, got showered and changed and headed off to visit my parents. Then I went to the grocery store to pick up some food. Once I got home, I called her because that’s what you’re supposed to do, right? After you sleep with a girl, you’re supposed to call them so they don’t think you just slept with them just to sleep with them. It’s supposed to show you care. Well, she didn’t answer. So what did I do? I texted her, and she finally got back to me… but not till the next day at nine in the evening.
What the hell happened? She has me second guessing my every move that day we fell together. I can’t think of anything that I did wrong or that made me turn into an asshole in her eyes. Yet, she’s pulled away so much.
I check in with her every day after work, but most days, she doesn’t get back to me till hours later. I tried stopping by her place once or twice without sending a text message or calling her, but she wasn’t even at home. That, or she was purposely ignoring me.
But her car wasn’t parked where it usually is.
Which now brings me to today. It’s a Saturday, and thankfully, I’m off from work. Because of everything that’s happened, I’ve been in a terrible mood. Now I get to mope around and not do a damn thing, which is exactly what I’ve been doing.
My doorbell rings, and I put my beer to the ground beside me, then jump up off the couch, springing to my feet. What if it’s Adelyn? What if she’s here to tell me she loves me and that she wants to be with me?
I race to the intercom and press the answer button. “Yes?” My heart speeds up with each passing second.
“Open up the door, douchebag. I’ve been calling you for hours.”
My heart sinks at the sound of Mason’s voice. What the hell is he doing here now? He said he called me? I didn’t get any calls from him. Crap, maybe he did. Where the hell is my phone?
I push the button that unlocks the building and unlock my door so he can just walk in when he makes it up the stairs. I don’t feel like waiting here until he comes up.
I make my way back over to the loveseat and lie on it, belly facing down, my legs hanging over the side. God, I feel like shit. I didn’t fall asleep last night till after three in the morning, after tossing and turning in bed for hours. I had even contemplated heading over to the gym and working off some frustration, but I couldn’t muster up the energy to actually get out of bed.
I pick up my bottle of beer to my right and take a chug. Things have to get better soon, don’t they? I mean, they can’t stay like this, right? Because this is crap. Pure and utter crap.
“Jesus Christ, Maddox. What the hell?” Mason’s voice booms into the room as he steps inside and closes the door behind him.
I down another sip of beer and place the bottle back down beside me. “Welcome, little bro.”
Mason walks over to me, hovering above me. “You look like shit, Mad. What’s going on with you?”
I lift my head, taking in his ill expression. Obviously my little brother doesn’t approve. “Nothing.”
He scoffs. “Really? You sure as hell fooled me
.”
When I say nothing further, he smacks my leg. “Sit up.”
I let out a groan. “What the fuck for?” But I reluctantly do it, anyway. “What do you want?”
He shakes his head, disapproving of all he’s seeing. “What do I want? Dude, we haven’t seen you in about a week. I’ve been calling you all morning, so when you still didn’t get back to me, I came over to make sure you were alright. Mom’s been on my ass to make sure you’re fine.”
I cringe. “Yeah, I’m fine. I spoke to Mom two days ago.”
He frowns. “The way she’s talking, it doesn’t seem like it.” He takes a seat across from me on the couch. “You gonna tell me what’s eating at you or just let me guess?”
I shrug. “Nothing. Everything’s peachy.”
“Right, I’m sure.”
He looks about the place; it’s a damn mess since I haven’t cleaned up in a while. I haven’t had the energy to do so since…
Mason brings his gaze back over to me. “You look like shit, bro.”
“You already said that,” I remind him. “You want a beer?”
He smirks. “At two in the afternoon? No, thanks.”
“You make it seem like it’s eight in the morning.”
He shrugs. “Judging from what I’m seeing, I’d say you probably had your first one around that time.” He chuckles.
I roll my eyes. “No, I wasn’t up that early, or you’d probably be right.” I laugh with him.
“So you gonna talk to me or what?”
I shrug. “Maybe.” Nope, not going to do it.
Mason lets out a deep breath. “Fine, how about I start. I think Mariah’s cheating on me.”
Yeah, there’s a surprise. I could have told him she was no good a long time ago, and I did.
“Why do you think that?” I ask instead.
He laughs and rolls his eyes. “Aww, come on, Maddox. I know you never liked her.”
I chuckle. “She gave me reasons to. But why, all of a sudden, do you feel like she is?”
He shakes his head and then shrugs. “I don’t know. I’m probably overreacting, but she’s been acting funny. Not returning my calls as quickly as she used to do. Not replying to text messages till way later. In fact, sometimes I’ll even forget I had texted her until I get her response back. It’s just not the same. And when I’m with her, she seems distant.” He takes a breath and then says, “I don’t know. I’m probably making something out of nothing, but I can’t control the way my mind works.”
His situation sounds somewhat like mine. Adelyn has definitely pulled away from me. Could she be seeing someone new? Granted, we weren’t even officially seeing one another, but we did have sex. Is she sleeping with someone else and doesn’t want to tell me? Maybe that’s why she’s distanced herself.
Nah. That just doesn’t feel right. I need to get out of my head. I’m going to drive myself crazy at this point.
“Have you asked her about it?” I ask after a few moments.
“Yeah, but she reassures me she loves me and that there’s nothing wrong or going on with her. I mean, I’ve known her since freshmen year of high school… I know when something is up with her.”
I really don’t want to tell him what to do because what if I’m wrong. Then he’ll never forgive me. I really want to tell him to dump her ass and find someone who will treat him better, but I don’t know if it’s my place. I need him to keep in mind that she may not be who he thinks she is though; she’s not the sweet angel he made her out to be when he first talked to me about her.
I bring a hand up to my chin, rubbing my beard. I need to shave a little. I always have a little scruff, but this is getting a little out of control now. I’m starting to resemble a wolf. “Mason, trust your gut. If you feel like something is up, then put a guard up. Don’t totally shut her out until you know for sure, but definitely be careful. I don’t want her to end up breaking your heart.”
At my last words, his expression changes. He looks defeated and sad. So damn sad. I hate for bringing them to life, but I really don’t want him being Mariah’s fool.
He sucks in a breath. “She already is.”
I’m going to kill the bitch. Okay, not literally. I would never lay a hand on a woman, but why the hell is she treating my brother like this? He worships the ground she walks on. Doesn’t she see that? Some women, I swear. They have it so good, but still go out looking for something else. She’s going to regret acting like this when she realizes what she’s doing to him.
“Damn, I’m so sorry, bro.” I don’t know what else to say. Here he was coming to make sure I’m alright when I totally missed he was hurting and should have been checking on him. “Just take some time and if you still feel the same way, maybe it’s time to let it go.”
He frowns. “She’s my fiancée, Maddox. How do I break up an engagement? I mean, I get it. It’s better to find things out now and let them go before we’re married, but damn, I really thought I found the one.”
“I know. But if she isn’t, you’ll find her. You’ll find the one. I promise.”
“So will you,” he says with a wink. His expression shifts a bit. “You know the store is back up and running again? Dad’s doing well, too.”
I smile. “Yeah, Mom told me yesterday. Maybe I’ll stop by today.”
He nods. “That’s a good idea. You need to. But make sure you shave and shower first. You’re starting to reek, bro?”
I raise an eyebrow. “You mean you don’t like my scent? Wet Dog, I think is what the cologne bottle says.”
He laughs and shakes his head after a few moments. “Nah, but seriously, man. You don’t look good at all. Your hair is a mess, your clothes look dingy, and you appear as though you haven’t showered in three days. This place is starting to smell. I haven’t seen it look like this in… well, I don’t think ever. You’re not a messy person, Maddox. What’s up?”
I shrug. I know he won’t leave until I spill the beans. Maybe if I talk to my brother, I’ll feel a bit better afterward. Maybe. I don’t know. But I know I’d feel a hell of a lot better if Adelyn would just talk to me again.
“Come on, talk to me, Maddox. I’m your brother.”
Shrugging again, I respond, “I haven’t seen Adelyn in two weeks.” I start off slow. He doesn’t need to know how far we went just yet. I need to ease him into everything.
The lightbulb goes off over his head. “Ah. Now it makes sense. I knew it had something to do with Adelyn.”
I smirk. “Why?”
“Because you’re fucking crazy about her. You love her.”
Yeah, I do. But now look at what happened between us and look at what it got me.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does,” he counters. “It so does. Why don’t you finally talk to her and tell her how you feel about her? It’s obviously killing you not being with her. I think you need to let her know how you feel.”
I shake my head. “We’re past that.”
His eyes widen. “What do you mean? You told her?”
“In so many words,” I respond. Actions would have probably been a better, more fitting term.
Mason shakes his head. “Nope. Unless you said the words, I love you to her, then it doesn’t count.”
I smirk. “What if I showed her I love her instead?”
He breaks into a small smile. “What do you mean, Maddox? I’m kind of afraid to ask. Actually, I think I like where this is going. Continue.”
I chuckle softly and shake my head. “We may have spent a night together.” There. The words have left my mouth and brought to life.
His eyes widen again; his eyebrow almost hitting his hairline. “You slept with her?”
I don’t say a word.
“Holy shit, Maddox! Then what the hell are you doing here moping around? Go get your woman!”
I want to laugh at his words, but obviously he needs to hear the rest. “She’s not my woman.”
“Sounds a lot like she could be,” he s
ays. “What’s got you so down about it? Are you feeling guilty?”
I shrug. “I don’t know if I feel guilty or not. I mean, I didn’t take advantage of her. She wanted to do it. She wanted everything that happened. I didn’t make a move until she came into my lap. I kissed her and one thing lead to another.”
“Holy shit, dude.”
I nod. “I think I would have felt guilty if she hadn’t shown me she wanted to do it. But she said she did, too.”
“So what’s up then?” he questions.
I shrug. Here’s the truth of it all. “I’ve been calling and texting her and she’s pulled away.”
His lips pull into a straight line. “This sounds familiar.”
I nod again. “Something is up with her. I’ve even gone to her house, and she wasn’t there.”
Mason lets out a sigh. “Don’t give up on her, Maddox. As opposed to me and Mariah, I know Adelyn cares about you. I know she loves you, even if she hasn’t told you those words yet.”
I look at him from the corner of my eye. “You don’t think Mariah loves you?”
“I thought she did. But if she is messing around, then no, she doesn’t.”
I let out a deep breath. “I’m sorry, bro. I hate that you’re going through this, wondering if she loves you. That’s not cool.”
He nods. “No, it’s not. I should know.” He pauses for a second. “But back to you.”
I let his words sink in, but don’t interrupt.
“Don’t let her go through this alone. Be there for her. Keep calling her, keep going to see her. She’ll come around. You’ll see.”
“Maybe.”
Mason gets up from his seat on the couch. “Trust me, bro. Everything will work out in the end.”
“Is that what you believe will happen for you, too… I mean, if Mariah isn’t being honest?”
He considers my words and then says, “Of course. Everything always works out in the end. Everything has a reason for happening. I’ve always believed in that.” He walks over to the door and turns around to face me. “I’ll see you later, Maddox.”
“You’re leaving?” I ask.
