MADISON

"Uhm mm. No," he shakes his head against mine, convincingly sending rationality in his, stopping the intoxicating kiss I can't afford to be robbed of now. His lips taste so good, strong, and addictive like alcohol and confectionery. He said those words sufficiently to what my mind needed right now—no one ever said that to me. He did. My hands loop around his nape, resisting and pushing on my toes

He grabs my wrists, his sleepy eyes bloodshot, hair falling into them. "With the sanity I have left, I'm warning you, don't do this to me."

"Caleb doesn't want me; no one does. If I'm never going to have anyone want me, at least let me have this night."

No one desires me.
At this point, I don't fucking care whatever I do with Caden; everything hurts. He won. I don't even want anyone anymore.

"Don't call his name." He grits out, dragging air through flaring nostrils.

"Then, want me just right now. Tomorrow, hate me. You said you're my family. You said I only have you here. Family isn't supposed to treat us like others do. I just want to be wanted, Caden." A shrug accompanies my tears. Caden's eyes only seem to widen with each of my words as I speak.

"Fuck, Mad. You—you—" He doesn't finish. He rips my hands from him to my sides, his big hands taking a full grip on the sides of my face. My brain could crack, but the whore in me is paralyzed with the excitement of the following seconds. There is no pain; it's the softness of Caden's lips that overrides my body, the slickness that should be smooth, but he kisses like he's been told there's a treasure in my mouth. His taste lingers on my tongue, down my throat, but it feels like I'm not getting enough with how fast he's going. I've never been kissed so hard that I lost my breath, even when two firm grips spin me around, my back pressing to all of Caden. There's no air in my lungs, and hell, if he's not radiating heat from every pore on him as his breath fans down on my neck, raising the small hairs there.

"You changed. Why did you change?" he grunts, and a sharp pain slithers against my shoulder before a gentle kiss serves as a balm, and his warm tongue traces like a flat strip down my now-exposed skin, as his fingers pull the strap off my shoulder. "Tell me, or I will bite you again, this time harder."

"Don't bully me."

Sharp teeth pinch my skin, not piercing enough to hurt me, but they connect with a nerve that resonates through me. My knees weaken, and I might have started leaking through my panties, which would be embarrassing as fuck. I hold his arm for balance. It's becoming hard to stop my body from squirming, baiting the hardness in his pants that's prodding my back. My breath might be the loudest sound in the room, but my heart is the loudest in my ears.

"Caleb suggested," I squeak through my dry throat when I explain.

"The bastard," Caden curses under his breath. "You're not supposed to call his name, Mad." My dress is pulled down from my shoulder to my stomach, baring my breasts, covered only with pasties.

"Fuck, this is hot." He continues to help me out of it, down to my ankles, then stands back up, this time in front of me. He doesn't straighten to his full height because his head is level with my chest, hands holding my waist, his warm breath making my skin feverish and ragged with goosebumps. I tremble when he plants his face in my cleavage, taking in a deep inhale, both hands squeezing my breasts, the force stripping the tiny covers in the process. His tender, affectionate lips skid to the left, teasingly brushing over my stone-hard nipple. My heart picks up pace at the alarm it sends to my entire system, and my body shrinks into him, eager for more of him. "Mad, Mad, Mad," he breathes, and without warning, the last word he lets out locks around my nipple. My head falls back as a gasp escapes my clogged throat.

That feels freaking good. Don't stop.

His hands trace the contours of my tightened ribs and flanks, taking a grasp of my ass in both hands. That too, he kneads and nips, a moist noise murmurs from between my thighs where his fingers are dangerously close to the aching spot but too far for my body's satisfaction.

He lets go of my other breast, his mouth having roughly rummaged against every inch of skin there, and he lifts his head to me. It's the first time I make use of my limbs and bring my hands to his face. His lips are wickedly swollen—fuck me, it tingles in places forbidden. I want this.

"Are you wet for me?" he smirks, having heard the noise earlier. His ten fingers slide deeper to cup my ass cheeks, lifting it in a way that I can feel the twitching of the nerves in my center.

I nod, not caring where I left my shame, and Caden's upper lip quirks up, his partly open eyes sluttery skimming my face before he feeds me the sweetness of his lips. This time, I fight to devour him as he does me. My seduced tongue digs in, soaking up foreign saliva like a sponge with water, as though life depends on the quantity.

"I knew you were horny for me." He chuckles charmingly, parting our lips. For a moment, I'm scared he's stopping this and will tell me it was all a prank, so my mouth follows eagerly, attracted to his like a magnet.

"Caden, don't be an ass right now," I panic. He laughs more at my desperation, the sound reverberating in my cells while his hand runs down the length of my neck affectionately. It's reassuring.

"Chill, I want to eat your ass." He rolls his tongue inside the wall of his mouth.

Normally, I'd cringe at the remark, but now I only imagine the positions, and it excites me. So when he takes my hand to the couch where he sits first and pulls me over him, I let him, straddling his lap. My hand fiddles with the hem of his shirt, debating what to do. Good to know my shame didn't fully abandon me—it's in a corner, coming to me from time to time; she's only afraid of the devil that has me in its possession.
Caden notices, and he spares me the mortification and takes his shirt off himself. I mean, it's only fair if we're both naked. But now isn't the time to argue about that; it's his body that has me awestruck, knowing he's all mine for now—the goddamn structure that haunts my senses at every time of day.

My shaky hands trace all the paths of his outlined torso, his defined pectorals, and the soft skin over the six chunks of his iconic abs. Touching isn't enough. My ass arches back for space, and my tongue shamelessly ignores the burning eyes above me as it goes for a wet lick. Starting from below his abdomen, igniting his stomach to contract at the contact, telling me I'm doing good. He tastes like salt from sweat and ecstasy to my mind. My eyes roll back as I go up his body, listening to Caden's heart beating fast and soft and his breath increasing. His hand is on my hips, squeezing lightly.

"Fuck," he utters when I reach his neck, while his head falls limp back. As I take his earlobe in my mouth, feeling my orgasm rising at the sounds he's making, his jaw nudges me gently to stop, and he pulls back his head, observing me.

"Don't come yet; I haven't even eaten your ass." His jaws are set with gravity that makes you take the words leaving his mouth so seriously.

That does it. I thaw, not realizing my whole body has been swiftly flipped. I'm on the couch on all fours in only panties, and that's before I feel the waistband being pulled down, moving out to my knees and legs. I almost lose balance, grappling with the arm of the couch, scared I'll fall off, but Caden's hand comes to my back, directing me by pressing my upper body down, my ass sticking out for him. This is the most exposed I've ever been, and with my eyes closed, I will admit that it's quite a satisfying position for my body.

This is so, so wrong, but I'm a sinner because I don't want it to stop.

His hands squeeze my cheeks as anticipation greedily grows inside me. I peek back to see him kneeling behind me.

Is this when he puts it in?

"Caden, are you—" I don't get to finish. The 'you' becomes a quiet cry as my whole body shockingly trembles from the wet, teasing sensation circling my butthole.

"So tight," he breathes a laugh, the air hitting my folds as his tongue continues, making my backside arch because the feeling is too good to bear. It's a flame igniting the dripping path, and for the next minute that he continues, my cries are too loud. I am breathless, my body squirming with intense pleasure. I am leaking between my legs, making a puddle on the couch.
Not the couch, for heaven's sake.

I'm supposed to make sure the couch stays a virgin from Caden, but well, well, well.

Judging yourself won't work; you're way too far to stop. My subconscious mocks.

Bitch.

This isn't about having Caden just for the experience... I'm having him because... because... Whatever, I'll resolve that later.

I think I'm coming; there is nothing better than this feeling right now. A shudder vibrates through me, my body tensing and quaking, feet and fingers stiffening before it all goes slack, and my struggling breath takes over.

CADEN

Mad thinks no one wants her. So naive, when she has me wrapped around her fingers. I am her prisoner.

That dripping... I've imagined it in so many dreams.

Fuck, with her ass pulled up this way, her pussy bared for me, and the steaming, drawing wetness flowing from it and wasting onto the couch—it's an expensive art, altering all the standards I stand for. No price could buy this, nothing. I have to be dreaming, no way this is real, but I'll savor every drop from her even if it's not real.

Everything felt numb and faded except this.

While her body handles the aftershock of the anal orgasm, I rub my heavy eyes and use my shirt to clean the pool she made on the couch so my head can lay there, and I can have the main fucking dish. If aesthetics had a smell, this would be it—warm and throbbing at the closeness of my reach. My tongue splits through her folds.

"Caden," Mad exclaims, sitting up from the unexpected contact with where she's been wanting me to indulge.

"Yes, sit on my face." My tongue attacks that little slippery bud, and her legs begin to close in on my face, but my hand stops them.

This position fits better—she's squatting on two legs, a better view, wide open for me, the lips parting to reveal her cute little clit, her sweet juices pouring into my mouth and down my throat. I could die now and be the only dead man to accomplish his dream.

"Ahhhhh." Her legs shake in my hands. If I didn't know she'd close them the moment I let go, my hand would've been with that round cheeky ass.

I like that ass.

I suck on the bud, pulling it tenderly between my teeth and rolling my tongue against it, swallowing everything it comes with, reveling in Mad's pleasuring cries. I keep eating her until, when my mouth goes to suck, it sucks on air. My eyes spring open, discovering she has shot up, jumping off the couch and trying to run.

"What the fuck? Where are you going?" I get up impulsively, reaching for her. She's already on her feet, her legs barely holding her up.

"I can't take it," she pants.

My confusion fades at her admission.

I swear I didn't want to laugh at her, but I had to.

"What can't you take?" Because if she thinks this oral orgasm is too powerful, then wait until my cock fills her little pussy.

"I've come. I'll return the favor, and we'll be even." Her hands are held between us.

Okay, what we won't do is play this whole game.

"Mad, you have a good record of starving me sexually." I pull up, following her stance.

Her face goes pale, eyes wide and blinking. "Me?" She swallows like it's a lie. If only she knew what her body does to me daily.

I use the time to undo my button and zipper, taking the pants down with my briefs, and when I get upright, she turns around like it's the first time she's seen me naked.

"Turn over and tell me, what can't you take? This?"

She wouldn't. She's quiet, but her breath isn't, and her body language tells me she's conflicted with self-control.

When she's naked like that, with fluid streaming between her legs from desiring me, fuck self-control. I want her.

Two steps and my front presses against her back, her entire body weakening, her parted lips barely holding their shape.

My other hand takes hers, and I use my free hand to tilt her chin, bringing her head back so my mouth can briefly meet her heavenly lips as I whisper, "Can you handle it, or are you still a little girl?" I taunt, knowing she's always up for a challenge, always eager to prove me wrong. I guide her cold hand along my rigid length, which practically aches at her touch. My eyes close—fucking imagination coming to life, and it's better than what they say paradise is made of. "Can your pussy handle my cock, or are you scared of it?"

"I. am. not. a. little. girl," she pants into my mouth, her tongue tapping mine between kisses as I continue to direct her hand, gently stroking from the bottom to the top of my desperate cock, already spilling precum at the tip.

I know she will take the dare. Her fabulous body wants to.

Her touch is feathery. I thought pressure was dangerous, but I was about to come already, so I stopped us there, moving her hand to her long torso to keep her steady while my insatiable hand glides down between her legs again, my knee goading her legs open for space.

I think I'm obsessed with that fucking lush pussy, the slosh murmurs it makes from my touch. It's not normal for me to be this obsessed with a thing. This time, I tap agitatedly on her sensitive nub, and with every stroke, her beautiful ass backs up and grinds against my bouncing cock, which seems to have a mind of its own, finding her sweet opening every time I let it roam.

Man, you'll have your time.

To get her ready—though nothing will truly compare to what she'll feel when I enter her—I slip two fingers into the honey-warm hole, and the walls close in on them like stinging bees to perfume. I could put all my fingers in if they could fit into her tightness, and it still wouldn't prepare her for the king, but at least I'm offering this headstart service because there's nothing else to do to avoid the inevitable.

And God, she is so fucking sweet, even my fingers would testify. No one else is having her. She was mine before, mine today, and sorry to the rest of 8 billion people in the world, but now she's mine perpetually.

I thrust, and she lets out a cry, giving up our delectable kiss, her head falling back into my chest for support. I have her neck to nibble on and her perky breasts to fondle like a stress ball.

"I will have your pussy now." I spin her around and pick her up to lower her onto the couch, my frustrated cock almost slipping through at the proximity. When I hover over her, it slaps against her wetness, making her body jerk with each contact. It's a nice sight.

For the last time, I take in her appetizing body, those tits calling to me. I take each one in my mouth, one after the other, while my hand rubs her clit. Her hand holds my neck for physical and emotional support as she cries in my ear. Then, I grip the king, rubbing its tip against her slit before letting him have his fun, slipping in with some effort. My body freezes instantly in her, letting her cry at the sensation, this time sounding more pained than pleasured, before I take her mouth, muffling her next sound with a scrumptious kiss.

Moving my rock-hard cock in her tightness feels like I need the strength of a thousand men.

Told you she was tight and perfect.

Even though her legs are as wide as they can go, this is the tightest pussy in history. Her tears mix with her saliva, and I devour them all as she whimpers.

"Do you want to back out now?"

Her breath is labored. She opens her eyes, her face flushed. She is the most beautiful creature Earth could ever have, and no one else will ever have the pleasure of having her but me.

"No. You wish," she grumbles stubbornly, digging her nails into my shoulder and breaking the skin. I smirk at the suitable revenge.

"You sure? You have tears in your eyes. I think I'm winning this round."

"It's sweat," she rebels, veins popping on her neck and forehead, a result of her strained body beneath me.

Amused by her obstinacy, my tongue clicks against the roof of my mouth, and I move.

"Fuck, Mad." I can't stop the curse as my cock experiences a sensation it has never known, hitting a spot that calls to it like a pull of something majestic. Suddenly, its only purpose is to worship it.

Mad's eyes are screwed shut as she hugs me, molding our bodies together the way I know she wants to find comfort. Her mouth closes around my shoulder with her cries, her biting dipping into my flesh.

If that will be her support to get through her first time, she can hurt me as much as she wants. With this diamond pussy enduring my cock, hell, she can do anything to me. I will let her.

The more I move, the more I ease into her. Her pussy is slippery, but there isn't an inch of space left. It's not something I can describe normally because it's out-of-this-world pleasure. And this isn't me convincing myself through unprotected sex, but she won't take me in with an inch more of the rubber on King.

That bee-stinging feeling of her warm pussy clenching on my cock is bliss, bringing a man to all stages of euphoria until all I see are stars, then darkness, with quiet burying me down to weakness, and all my body can do is feast on Mad's sweet, perfect mouth until the tugging sleep finally seizes me in my lightheadedness.

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A/N

You might come across some grammatical errors in the book. One of the reasons I haven't corrected them is that I'm juggling other projects at the moment, including things in my personal life, so I don't have time to play editor. This makes me think I might need to consider hiring one, lol. The main reason, though, is that editing even a single paragraph removes in-line comments from the affected chapters, which disrupts the feedback experience.

So, for now, this book will remain in its original version here on Wattpad. Someday, if I'm lucky enough to publish this book in another format, I'll work on perfecting it then.