Mad Gold (Providence Gold Series Book 2)

by Mary B. Moore

  Creepy little fuckers!

  Turning back, she indicated for me to come closer, so I bent down and put my ear near her mouth.

  “It’s cutting my ladinga in two,” she whispered, sounding close to tears now. “And I wish I hadn’t bent over even more to tell you that because I’m pretty certain I’ve just done myself some damage.”

  She gingerly straightened and started to take deep breaths. Looking down at her ‘ladinga’, I noticed that there was definitely some extra ‘definition’ showing through the tiny sleeping shorts she was wearing. It wasn’t what a camel toe would normally look like, but it definitely didn’t look normal. Unfortunately, as I was raising my eyes on the way back up her body, I noticed her little nipples poking through the tight thin material of her tank top. Those little puffy nubs were perfect. And distracting. But oh, so perfect!

  “When you’re quite finished, asshole,” Dahlia hissed, returning into her normal fireball self.

  I could have made a rude comment, but that wasn’t in my nature. I also could have made a sexual comment, but it wasn’t the right situation for that. Instead, I just grinned and shrugged.

  “You’d do the same if I was in your situation!”

  Growling something under her breath about silverback balls, she looked back over at the dogs.

  Taking advantage of the distraction, I reached behind her, grabbed the material and yanked hard.

  Her scream set the dogs off barking and howling and made me feel like a complete dickhead – but at least she was free.

  I just hoped that I didn’t need to take her to urgent care. I wasn’t sure that there was any good way to explain this to a doctor.

  Ten

  Dahlia

  S itting on the toilet, I opened my legs and tried to assess the damage. When that didn’t work, I turned the camera on my phone on, and held it underneath me. That didn’t help either, and I wasn’t going to take a video or photos of it because, knowing my luck, someone would hack my cloud and my wrecked vagina would make its way all across the internet.

  I’d only just put my phone back down on the counter when there was a knock at the door and Madix walked in, not waiting for a response. Taking in my position, he sighed and went over to the shower, turning it on. This bathroom had been one of the main reasons I’d bought the house with the inheritance. It had a huge bath with a separate shower which had been described as a ‘wet room’. I had a bench to sit on when I was too tired or lazy to stand. I also had two rainfall shower heads above me, and eleven, yes eleven, shower heads pointed at me from different directions. Most of the time, I loved that, but then there was the walk toward the exit of the shower where I’d get blasted repeatedly by different showerheads when all I wanted to do was get out of there.

  “Nice,” Madix muttered, watching as all the aforementioned showerheads turned on. “Okay, you get in and I’ll be right back.”

  I didn’t even get to say anything back to him. He just dropped that bomb and walked out. What did he mean by ‘right back’? Did that mean ten minutes? Ten seconds? Twenty minutes?

  I was too tired and sore to waddle out behind him and ask for clarification, though. Instead, I did just as he’d ordered me to do, and stripped and got in. Angling one showerhead on the wall downward, I gingerly spread my legs, waiting for the sting to hit. When it didn’t, I breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn’t wrecked beyond repair and sagged so that I was bent over the bench, supported by my hands.

  I could blame the joyous thoughts of not having to go to hospital to have my vagina stitched back together for the fact that I didn’t hear my guest join me. Or it could have been because of the multiple jets of water splashing around the enclosure. My vaginal relief was what I’d go with though, and who could blame me? No one wanted to go into a doctor’s office or hospital with their bajinga hanging in pieces, right?

  The hands that swept from the base of my spine to just between my shoulder blades made me jump and then wince when my cooch screamed at me.

  “I’m going to have a look, okay?” Madix asked softly, and I swore I felt a kiss where his hand had just been.

  I had a riot of emotions going through me at that point. First there was embarrassment, actually a lot of embarrassment. I was also feeling self-conscious, as well as relief that someone could see the area without me lying on a hospital bed with my legs in stirrups. And to top it off, I was downright horny.

  Could I do this? Could I make myself this vulnerable with Madix?

  Could I also stand to have him be the one to tell me that my clit was now hanging halfway down my thigh and that…

  His breath hitting the area where my thigh met my butt cheek snapped me back into the present.

  “Relax,” he murmured, sweeping his hands up the backs of my thighs gently.

  “Relax?” I asked in disbelief. “You relax. In fact, you try having your balls cut in half and then…”

  At that moment, the sneaky bastard licked me, at least that’s what I assumed it was or it could have been a swipe of a finger. Regardless, he made a long, hard swipe from clit to hole, making me gasp and slide forward slightly.

  His big hands came up to hold my hips in place and then he did it again, making my knees shake.

  After a couple more swipes, he moved his hands inward and pulled my lips apart. I could feel his breath hitting me, but nothing else, and wondered why he’d stopped the fabulous swipes with his tongue.

  “Your pussy is beautiful, baby,” he rumbled, each puff of breath hitting against me, making the ache inside even worse. His thumbs shifted farther down the sides of my vagina and pulled it apart even more.

  Jesus Christ, even my OB/GYN doesn’t look at me that closely! Well, that was a lie, but still.

  His right hand moved to allow him to stroke his finger from top to bottom, dipping into me slightly, before travelling back up again and circling around my clit.

  Holy freaking flying monkeys! That felt awesome.

  Apparently I said that out loud, because he chuckled, and then shoved his tongue inside me with no warning. This time I knew it was definitely his tongue because I could feel his forehead pressed against my left butt cheek. When it shifted slightly on the area as he tilted his head to help him get a better angle, I had a moment's panic that his eye was probably level with my butt hole, but that flew out of my head when his thumb circled my clit.

  “I’m going to die,” I cried, leaning down so that I could put my head on my hands. It was either that or risk knocking myself out on the tile.

  “No, you’re going to come,” he growled, only removing his tongue to say those five words.

  Then he switched up his game and dragged his tongue down to my clit while he gently pushed his thumb into me all the way up to the webbing. After only a few circles of my nub, he angled his head again, this time in a way that made me raise my knee onto the bench to join my hands, giving him better access to my clit. This also meant that he could pull a fast bastard sexy move on me as he sucked my clit hard and pulled his thumb downward inside of me, finding that elusive place – the A to Z spot. I now knew that if you only stopped on G, you were only getting half the experience. This one definitely went all the way down to Z.

  Pressing down a bit harder on the area and circling his thumb at the same time, I came, hard and screaming, moving one hand down to hold his head tightly to me. I didn’t care if I smothered him. In fact, with all the showerheads, there was a good chance one was hitting him in the face and that he could even be drowning at that second. Did I care? No. I just continued to come as he carried on sucking my clit in rapid pulses.

  When he’d rung the last spasm out of me, he stood up and turned me around to face him. That’s when I saw him naked and in all of his full glory for the first time. His hair was long enough he had to tie it back sometimes to keep it out of his face. Now, it was soaking wet – with what I hoped had come from the shower and not from me – and was hanging around his face and neck with strands stuck to his skin. His
long body was firm and toned, and I got to finally see the tattoos that were hidden normally by his clothes up close. He had an intricate eagle that spread over his left shoulder to halfway across his chest, and some script on his right ribs with a phoenix attached to the last letter that’s tail flowed down his torso and ended halfway down his thigh. They were all well designed and suited him perfectly.

  Reaching out, I ran my finger over the phoenix’s body. I’d always wanted a phoenix tattoo in rich teals and blues, but I was too much of a pussy to get one. Now I’d seen Madix’s, I desperately wanted to get it done.

  Following the elaborate swirls of its tail down his torso, I watched as his muscles clenched the farther down I went, making the side of my mouth tip up in a smile.

  That half smile dropped when I saw the appendage pointing toward me. I’d been so caught up in the top of him, that I hadn’t thought to look at his cock.

  Shaking my head rapidly, I looked up at him and started to plead my case.

  “It’ll never fit,” I stammered, trying my hardest to hide the disappointment in my voice. “I’ve only just survived the attempted destruction of my vagina by a doorknob. It would be seriously bad luck to have it actually destroyed by that,” I waved my hand at his knob, which kindly twitched like it was waving back at me.

  That was kinda cute!

  Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me toward him and chuckled into my wet hair. “I’m a big guy, Dahlia. What did you think I would have?”

  Gulping, I wrapped my arms around him, and held on tight. My legs were still useless after what he’d done to me and I swore that shock was making them shake now too. With the torpedo he was packing… I wasn’t sure if I’d actually survive tonight.

  Madix

  “I’m a big guy, Dahlia. What did you think I would have?” I had to ask. I would have thought it was obvious, but she genuinely looked surprised. Sure, it was an ego boost, but it also made me a bit worried that she would say no or run out the door.

  “I wanted to get barstools,” she whimpered, holding me tighter. I jerked at the change in subject, tilting my chin down so I could see her better. “I won’t be able to have them now because all that’ll happen when I sit on one is that I’ll slide down it. Then I’ll have to go to the doctor to get it removed. Do you know how embarrassing that’ll be? And how expensive? I don’t even know what the going rate for vaginal furniture removal is.”

  My shoulders started to shake when I realized what she was saying. “Baby,” I gasped through the laughter. “You’re not going to inhale furniture when you sit on it.”

  She glared up at me, making me laugh harder. “How do you know? Have you ever shoved an oversized eggplant up your ass and then sat on a barstool?”

  I couldn’t help it, I burst out laughing, tipping my head back to roar at the ceiling. Fuck me, it felt good to just be able to release it. I hadn’t laughed this hard since I was a teenager, mostly because life hadn’t given me much to laugh about. Then along came Dahlia, a bundle of beauty, surrounded by complete calamity. My strictly organized life was now all jumbled up, and I really, really, liked it more each day.

  Reaching for the condom I’d brought into the shower with me, because I wasn’t born stupid, I started to tear it open.

  “Oh, thank you, Jesus,” she muttered, twisting her head to look at what I was doing.

  Chuckling, I stopped removing the rubber from the packaging. “I was a boy scout,” I lied out of my ass.

  Squinting, she watched as I resumed removing it from the foil and rolled it on my dick.

  “You’re lying,” she informed me, leaving no doubts to how certain she was about that with her tone. Shrugging, I continued to roll it down. “Would you not be more comfortable using a plastic bag?” she asked, just as I finished the job.

  “They have holes in them so you don’t suffocate.”

  “Is that what they’re for?” she turned away from me, mulling it over as she picked up a bar of soap that had fallen onto the ground at some point. “I always thought it was in case something broke open. That way it would leak out the holes and wouldn’t get things drenched in whatever it was. Huh, the suffocation thing makes sense.”

  I could tell that she was rambling because she was nervous, so I bent over and placed little kisses down her spine, rubbing my hand slowly up her side.

  “If you want to stop, we don’t have to do this.” I was a man of my word. I hated that it might mean that I lose this opportunity tonight, and my cock was cursing me, but I didn’t want to ruin what was we had and what I hoped we’d keep building on. She had the ultimate say on what happened, regardless.

  “You’ve got to be out of your ever-loving mind,” she snapped, turning her head to face me as she waggled her ass. “If you pull the gentleman bullshit card and walk out of here, I’ll shave your eyebrows off.”

  Raising the aforementioned, and now offended, facial hair, I gave her a look that left her with no doubt about what I really wanted to do.

  “At least you didn’t threaten my beard,” I muttered, reaching forward and skimming my index finger back through her soft, wet center, making her twitch.

  “Shit, that feels good,” she groaned as my finger slowly slid into her. Bringing it back out again, I pushed and retreated a couple more times before introducing my middle finger too.

  Once her legs started to shake slightly and I could see her knuckles turning white as she fisted her hands on the bench, I pulled my fingers out and fisted my cock, leading it into her. Just placing the tip inside her made my head feel like it was going to explode. She was so tight and warm, and the perfect fit around me. Well, the perfect fit around the inch I had inside her at that moment anyway.

  I didn’t want to hurt her, but because we were both wet I was worried about her slipping on the tile floor of the shower, so I wrapped my hands around her hips and held her in place as I pushed forward again. With each back and forth, I gained ground, until half of me was inside her. Pausing, I leaned over and rested my forehead on her back and tried to catch my breath. It was just too good, and no guy ever wanted to be known as a two-pump chump which is what I was in danger of becoming if I wasn’t careful.

  “Oh my God, is that it all in?” she gasped, sounding relieved. “I can totally handle th…”

  “No, there’s more,” I groaned, cutting her off. Weirdly enough, with that one question, she’d distracted me from the fine line I’d been on and I was back in control.

  Standing up, I prepared myself for what was to come. She whimpered as I withdrew and then let out a long moan as I pushed back into her.

  “Ok, ok,” she panted, her hand shooting out to brace against the wall of the shower in front of her. “I did it.”

  “There’s still more,” I chuckled, but it came out sounding wheezy and hoarse. I’m sure that sex wasn’t meant to be funny, but then again, I had a feeling that Dahlia could make any situation funny without even trying.

  “Jesus Christ, how much more can there be?” she snapped, bending her right leg and leaning her knee on the ledge of the bench. This adjusted her position slightly, moving me further inside her and making us both groan. “Is that it?”

  I burst out laughing again at the hopeful tone of her voice. This was an unfortunate reaction because it made my cock jostle around inside her, making us both groan this time.

  Rubbing her back, I retreated and pushed forward again, leaving roughly just an inch of my dick outside of her body.

  “Are you okay?” She didn’t say any words back but let out a whimper in response. What the hell did a whimper mean? “Is that a no?”

  “No, it’s a yes. A big, fat dicked yes. What it also is, is that I’m about to come, so I need you to freaking move!” she snapped, moving her hips backward in frustration, and pushing that last inch into her.

  When my balls touched her ass, something inside of me snapped. I had enough control to remind myself not to hurt her, but the time for movement was fucking now.

  T
aking a slightly tighter grip on her hips, I pulled back and thrust into her, listening to the noises she was making in case she was in pain. She soon let me know that I wasn’t going hard and fast enough, because she took control of both of these things herself, thrusting back with more speed and power than I’d been using previously.

  “You feel…” I groaned, my head tipping back on my shoulders as I tried to regain any form of cognitive functions that I could. “You feel perfect. Holy shit!”

  “You feel like you’re in my armpit,” she moaned, grinding backwards onto me.

  Rubbing my hands over her body, which I could do now that she was controlling our movements, and I didn’t need to hold her in place, I reached under her and held both of her beautiful breasts in my hands. They were the perfect handful for me in this position, and her hard nipples rubbed a sensitive spot I didn’t realize I had in the center of my palms.

  She gasped at the new friction, and I started to resent the fact that this position didn’t let me see her face as I took her. It didn’t let me see her breasts bounce in my face with each thrust either.

  I wanted, no, I needed to see those tits and her face.

  Without any warning, I pulled out of her, making her squeak in protest. Faster than I think I’ve ever moved in my life, I had her up in the air, spun around to face me and was pressing her against the wall as I pushed back into the entrance of her pussy.

  “You know,” she croaked, shifting slightly. “All you had to do was tell me and I’d have turned around for you.”

  “That wouldn’t have been as much fun as it was my way,” I replied and then groaned when I hit the end of her. Somehow, in this position, it felt as though I was reaching even further inside her, something which she voiced herself seconds later.

  “God, how is it you’re hitting even deeper?” she moaned shuddering, which didn’t help the tenuous grasp I had on my self-control. “It’s like you have an alien dick.”