Madd Ink

by Dani René

  Reaching for the thin scrap of material that covers what I want most right now, I rip it from her body in one easy pull. The gasp that tumbles from her parted lips is enough to have me grunting in response.

  With a hand on either of her inner thighs, I shove them open wider, spreading her lewdly to my gaze. “So beautiful,” I murmur as I lean in, while whispering over her slick entrance. The silver glint of her pierced clit taunts me, and I flick my pierced tongue over it. Metal on metal. The clink is erotic, sexy, and when her hands find purchase in my dark, messy hair, she tugs me closer, telling me with where she needs me.

  “Slade, oh, oh...” Her moans and whimpers spur me on. My tongue lashes her core, lapping at the sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted. I nudge her opening with two fingers, dipping them into her drenched hole. Finger fucking her with wild abandon as her hips buck up to meet my face.

  “Ride my tongue, Ryn. Use me for your please,” I grunt out as my lips suck her clit into my mouth, allowing my teeth to graze the hardened nub. Her body convulses around my fingers as I plunge them back in, crooking them to find that spot that seems to set her off as she screeches, soaking my face in her decadent juices.

  Her body shudders, trembles with the aftershocks of her orgasm. “Well...” The word falls from her lips, her eyes glazed as she looks down at me. “That was one way to start a celebration,” she quips playfully.

  “You’re right there, baby. That was only the start.” I rise, fisting my cock while she watches me in wonderment. Her eyes are glued to my movements. “You best open those legs because I’m about to fuck you into next week.”

  “Slade,” she says my name, chastising me playfully as I kneel on the step between her thighs. My cock at her pussy. I lift it, slapping it against her pierced clit, causing her to tremble and me to groan as pleasure shoots its way through me. “Stop teasing,” she moans, moving her hips toward me. Her heat is driving me insane and I can’t hold back anymore. My restraint only goes so far.

  Without warning her, I drive into her tight, warm pussy. She pulses around me, fitting me like a glove. “Fuck!” The word in her sweet, yet lust-filled tone is enough to have me flying over the edge, but I grip her hips, pulling her onto my lap. Her hands are on my shoulders, her nails digging in.

  “Ride my cock, baby, take it in that tiny little cunt.” Her body rises, allowing me to slip from her, then she drops down, causing me to enter her. I’m balls deep in the most perfect pussy and she’s crying out my name. If this isn’t heaven, I don’t know what is.

  With both hands, I grip the cheeks of her pert little ass as she bounces on my dick. Her body is so tight, her tits jiggle as she takes her pleasure from me. Her blonde hair is wet, her skin shimmers in the low yellow light of the garden lamps and her nails rip my skin to shreds as she unravels like a ball of twine and she comes hard.

  “Good girl, that’s it, drench my cock,” I growl, and she does. Every inch of me is wet with slick arousal. Her body pulses around me, pulling me into her. I’ve held off long enough, I can’t anymore. Only a saint could keep an orgasm at bay with a woman so perfect and so beautiful on his cock. I lift her as I rise in the bubbly water. Her legs wrap around me, and I keep us connected as I step out of the hot tub and toward the lounger.

  I lay her on her back, with my cock still deep inside her. I buck my hips, slamming into her. Fucking her. My hands grip her breasts as I suckle one taut nipple into my mouth. Her piercing is a small silver bar and I toy with it as I drive into her.

  “Slade! Oh, god!” she cries as I tug on the little bar. An orgasm racks through her as she comes again and I let go. On a growl, I fill her with my seed.

  It’s the first time I’ve wanted a woman to be by my side every morning I wake up and each night I fall asleep. With Ryn, I want all that and more.

  Chapter Eleven

  Ryn

  Rolling over in bed, I find Slade’s side empty. When I glance around the room, I notice his clothes are still on the chair so he’s not at work.

  There are times I still feel like this is all a dream. The day we came out to Roxie about us wanting to live together was the most nerve-racking thing I’d ever done.

  “Roxie, I want you to sit over here, we need to tell you something,” I say, patting the sofa beside me.

  Her eyes are shimmering blue and she’s the picture of innocence. All I can do is hope she accepts this. If not, we’ll take things slower.

  “Slade and Mommy have been talking and we’d really like to spend more time together,” I inform her. I’ve never had to do this before and my stomach is twisting with anxiety.

  “Okay, Mommy.” She smiles. “I like Slade.” Her sweet voice calms me somewhat and she glances over at him.

  “Okay, well, we were also thinking we might get a house together. You will have your own bedroom, and Slade and Mommy will have a bedroom.”

  I can’t help cringing at trying to explain this to her. In no way am I trying to force a father onto her, but I’d like her to accept him in our lives. Because I know for a fact that he’s not going anywhere.

  “Can we have a pool? I want to swim,” she asks innocently and I can’t help releasing a breath I’d been holding.

  “Of course, we can.” This time Slade answers.

  “Will you be my daddy?” Her question stills us both, and I’m speechless to answer her, but when I glance at the man who’s stolen my heart, he smiles.

  “If you want me to be, I would be honored, Roxie,” he tells her and she’s off the sofa and in his arms in a second. Her arms wrap around his neck, holding him tightly and my heart soars.

  Pushing off the bed, I pad over to the door and make my way down the hallway. The patio doors are open with the sun streaming in, and on the carpet in front of our television I find Roxie and Slade watching cartoons.

  “Good morning,” I say, stepping closer to the two most important people in my life.

  “Mommy! Slade said we can swim today because Uncle Jag and Aunt Ava are coming to visit,” my little one squeals excitedly.

  “Yes, they are. And you can definitely swim, but first I want to you go and get dressed,” I tell her, planting a soft kiss on her head.

  I settle myself on the carpet next to Slade andhe turns to me with a smile of satisfaction on his face.

  “What?” I question, stealing the spoon he’s holding and scooping some of the chocolate cereal into my mouth.

  “You look beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss me on the lips. “Jag and Ava will be here at eleven.”

  “Perfect, I’ll get the salads ready,” I say.

  I’m about to rise when he grips my wrist, and I meet his hazel eyes. “I love being here, in our home. You’ve given me something I never thought I’d have. But I know it’s something I’ve always wanted.”

  “Are you being all emotional, Maddox?” I tease as he pulls me into a hug. His arms wrap warmly around me.

  “With you, I want to be everything you need. And I would like to know if you would like to be Mrs. Maddox,” he tells me calmly as if he’s just talking about the weather.

  Pulling away, I meet his intense gaze.

  “You’re serious?” I gasp and he nods. The small red box he pulls from the pocket in his pajama bottoms is evidence that he’s been planning this for a while.

  He snaps the lid open and sitting in a cushion of velvet, is a sterling silver solitaire ring. The band is plain, and the diamond is beautiful shimmering in the early morning sunlight.

  Tears fill my eyes at that moment and along with it, Roxie comes bounding into the room.

  “Did Mommy say yes?” And now I realize why the two of them were sitting here so early this morning.

  “I’m hoping she does,” Slade informs my daughter, our daughter.

  “Yes, of course,” I mumble through my tears and Slade slips the ring on my finger.


  Roxie’s arms are around my neck and Slade’s as she squeals in excitement. My heart is full, my life is overflowing with love, and I have a family that I’m proud of.

  * * * * *

  Keep reading for an excerpt from EX-RATED ATTRACTION by K Webster.

  Ex-Rated Attraction

  by K Webster

  Chapter One

  Miles

  My wife, Leigh, left a gaping hole in our family the moment she lost her mind and bailed. We’d been close—so I thought—until the night she tearfully told me that she “couldn’t do this anymore.” What she’d meant was she wasn’t fit to be a wife and mother. Her free spirit was tired of being tied down. The devastation was crushing because she not only left me but she left me along with our eight-year-old son, Caleb. She abandoned us.

  That was ten years ago.

  For a decade, I’ve tried to provide what I could for my son. A loving home. A lifestyle where he hurts for nothing. Freedom to spread his wings and discover who he is without pushing him from the nest altogether. Yet despite my desire to keep him happy, he’s not. At least...not until recently. For weeks now, my boy has begun to smile again at home. He even confides in me.

  His girlfriend, Olivia Rowe, is all he talks about.

  Babbles on about how beautiful and popular she is.

  Talks about wanting to lose his virginity to her.

  My chest has been swelling with pride that my son feels as though he can talk to me about these things. I gave him the manly talk about using protection and how to treat a girl right. We’d been drifting apart since the moment Leigh left us to do God only knows what. But now, he and I are finding some solid ground again. I’m no longer an embarrassment to him.

  I can hear the music from the party downstairs all the way in my bedroom but it isn’t obnoxious. I’m used to these things; I own a club. I’ve started letting Caleb have parties here at the house. I figure I can keep a better eye on him that way. I’m starting to settle into a friend zone with my son and honestly, I’m okay with that. It’s better than the silent treatment and resentment he used to hold for me. I know our sudden change in relationship is all because of her.

  Olivia.

  She’s softened him and changed him for the better.

  When I finally meet this girl, I’m going to hug her neck and tell her thank you.

  My phone buzzes in my pocket, dragging me from my thoughts. I need to finish getting dressed but clearly I’m distracted tonight. I shrug on my dress shirt but don’t button it just yet.

  We going to Club Orj-E tonight? I need to get laid.

  I scratch at my wiry beard as I tap out a response to Drew.

  Not tonight. Caleb is having a party.

  His reply is immediate.

  This whole getting closer with your kid shit is annoying...

  I smile and can almost see his stupid-ass grin typing it.

  Whatever, asshole. See you in twenty.

  I send him the middle finger emoji before tucking my phone away. I’m about to head downstairs to wait for him when I hear something.

  “Oh, Caleb,” a young woman says, her sweet voice trailing off into a whimper that has my hair standing on end. “Don’t tear my clothes off me! Don’t hold me down! “

  Ice runs through my veins.

  What the fuck is my son doing?

  Charging toward the door, I barely suppress the growl that’s threatening to escape me. Surely, I’ve misheard. But I swear to God if my boy is hurting some girl, all friend bullshit flies out the window and I’m going to parent the fuck out of him. I fling my bedroom door open and it crashes against the wall.

  Two girls stare at me with wide eyes. One is on the short side but I couldn’t even tell you what she looks like because my gaze is on the taller one. The fucking gorgeous one. I’m momentarily stunned by her soft, sweet features. The urge to lean forward and inhale her is so sudden. Fierce and animalistic. I quickly push those thoughts from my mind.

  “Where is he?” I demand, my chest heaving. “Did he hurt you?”

  The tall brunette with big tits gapes at me, embarrassment causing her high cheeks to burn bright red. Her plump lips are parted and fuck if my dick doesn’t twitch at seeing them. I’ve been immediately attracted to chicks before but this one is intense—unlike any before. The desire to touch her silky hair is almost embarrassing.

  “Huh?” she asks, her voice a husky whisper that reverberates through every cell of my body.

  “Was Caleb out here forcing himself on you?” I repeat again, trying desperately not to look at her jiggling tits.

  “Oh,” the short girl says. “She was just playing around.”

  I glower at the beautiful one. “Who the fuck pretends about that?”

  The short one is feisty too, because she intervenes. “Dude. It was just a silly fantasy. Calm down. We’re just looking for the bathroom.”

  I take a step toward the tall girl and wonder what she tastes like. Her scent is sweet and I lean in to inhale her. God, she smells fucking amazing.

  “There’s one in my room. Come in,” I murmur.

  The two girls exchange a look but then the tall one lifts her chin and reveals her slender neck. That would look pretty as fuck with some of my markings too.

  Jesus. I need to get a hold of myself.

  Since when am I into eighteen-year-old chicks?

  Never. The answer is never. I like them older and experienced. I’m not a fucking babysitter in the bedroom.

  I motion them to follow me into my room when she speaks.

  “Um, I’m Olivia,” she chirps. “You are?”

  I freeze at her words. All the blood rushing to my cock ceases to flow as realization sets in. I stop mid-stride and turn to glare at her in confusion. “You’re Caleb’s new girlfriend, Olivia?”

  I’m staring at her pale neck again, fixated on her creamy flesh when she speaks. “Yeah.”

  With gritted teeth, I force myself to be polite and extend a hand to her. “I’m his dad. Miles Reynolds.” Her skin is soft and I hate how much I love having her hand in my grip. I’m a bastard because I don’t want to let go. Reluctantly, I do.

  The short one starts babbling. “But you’re so... And he’s so...”

  My nostrils flare. I know Caleb resembles his mother. He’s like her in every way. I don’t need the fucking reminder. “I guess I don’t follow,” I lie with a grumble.

  Olivia, clearly embarrassed by her friend, interjects. “Nothing. Thank you, um, Mr. Reynolds, for letting me use your bathroom.” She drags her friend in with her and closes the door.

  I stand there with my hands on my hips trying to process what just happened. My dick was hard in my pants for my son’s goddamned girlfriend. Fucking unbelievable.

  The two girls are babbling inside the bathroom but I’m too stressed out to latch onto what they’re saying. I run my fingers through my messy hair in frustration. Of course my son would date a drop-dead gorgeous girl. He’s my son, after all. I just didn’t think I’d react to her the way I did. This is wrong on so many levels.

  You’re a villain.

  That’s what Leigh used to tell me all the time when she’d get pissed at me. She accused me of lots of things that I wasn’t. The woman lived in a fantasy world where apparently, I was the bad guy. This bad guy had to pick up the pieces and create a new happily ever after for the son the perfect princess left behind.

  “Your ass is a filthy come Dumpster—”

  I’m yanked from all thoughts of Leigh the moment I hear moans and over-the-top dirty talk. Are they watching porn in my bathroom? This should piss me off—and frankly, it kind of does—but what pisses me off most is that my dick is hard again, imagining my son’s girlfriend watching it. What the hell is wrong with me?

  I jerk the door open and both girls gape at me, horrified.

/>   “Everything okay in here?” I demand, my gaze flitting over to Olivia. Her entire face and throat are bright red. It’s cute and I want to haul her into my arms so I can hold her until the embarrassment fades. Another thing I don’t do. I don’t cuddle, dammit. But right now, I want to cuddle the fuck out of her.

  “Just two girls doing girl things,” the smartass short girl sasses as she drags Olivia out of the bathroom with her.

  Like a viper, I can’t help but seize Olivia’s arm. I wish it were my teeth on her instead of my fingers. My dick twitches when she yelps. I lower my lips to the shell of her ear and drop my voice to a whisper. “You should really be careful where you watch your porn. One day, it might invite villains to your doorstep, damsel. I don’t think a sweet girl like yourself can handle that.”

  My words are meant to threaten her—to warn her about luring men like me. Villains. But she flashes me a heat-filled look that has confusion flickering through me before her friend drags her away.

  I stand in place as I try to make sense of my encounter with my son’s girlfriend. Not only is she too young, but she’s also not mine. If she were with Drew or any of my other guy friends, I’d have no qualms about going after her. But my own kid? I can’t betray him...not after all the progress we’ve made. No matter how fucking tempting she is. I try not to focus on the fact that I haven’t reacted to a woman like this for as long as I can remember. Women are a means to pleasure. They don’t make your heart feel as though it’s going to rip right from your chest.

  A knock on my door has me jolting in surprise. Elation surges through me as I wonder if she came back to talk some more. I could sure stare at those supple lips awhile longer. That’s not a fucking crime is it?

  When I sling the door open, Drew Hamilton grunts at me in greeting. He’s still dressed in a polo and khakis. Ever since he opened his physical therapy practice, he works more hours than I do. I hardly ever see him anymore and when I do, he comes straight from the office.

  “Who’s upstairs?”