Maddie and Wyn

by Cameron Dane

  Maddie squealed and jerked away, but Wyn wrapped an arm around her thigh and kept her anchored to him. Her pretty clit already peeking out at him, he flicked his tongue against the bead and then pulled it between his lips, desperate to give her as much pleasure as she’d given him.

  He brushed his tongue around the crimson pearl, creating a swirling pattern, and Maddie moaned, “Please,” and grabbed hold of the headboard, clamping the wood between her fingers.

  Excited by her response, Wyn doubled his efforts, switching between lapping up the proof of her desire and plying her clit between his lips and tongue.

  Rocking down against his face, Maddie pleaded for him to both stop and keep doing more. Wyn understood the mix of fear and need, and he pushed her boundaries just as relentlessly as she’d pushed his. Letting go of her leg, he parted her slick entrance and sank his tongue into her cunt, hungry to put her essence inside him too. Not abandoning her bead, he rubbed his thumb over the nerve-rich ball while applying the slightest pressure against her sex. Maddie screamed and jumped, but just as fast she jammed the top of her head against the headboard, looked down at him, and pushed herself back down over his mouth.

  A wild light in her eyes spurred him on, and Wyn buried his fingers in Maddie’s pussy and brushed the tips across a nubby patch of skin hidden inside. Maddie cried out for him and pumped herself hard on his digits. Her channel clenched again and again and again, and Wyn knew she was riding a fast, hard release. Before she could come down from the sky, he coated his fingers in her essence, slid them backward, and slowly forced his middle digit into her ass.

  Instantly going taut as a drum, Maddie whimpered, and the clamp around Wyn’s embedded digit went vise-tight. Just as she had done for him, Wyn kept his finger inside her, but with his other hand eased her back down to him and licked her pussy. She jolted, but she didn’t pull away. He licked her again and swirled his tongue around her clit. She didn’t look away from him, and he didn’t stop; he gently sucked on her pearl of desire and played with her sex, teasing the pouting lips and dipping into her entrance to taste her sweet arousal.

  Her gaze terribly bright, Maddie breathed slow and steady and bit her lip. Just as a bead of perspiration slipped off the tip of her breast and fell onto his face, she rolled her buttocks in a little circular motion, made a needy little noise, and her rear tunnel tugged more of his finger inside.

  Yes. So attuned to her, Wyn picked up on the tiny gasp and nod she gave him; he started breathing again and his world went back to rights. He held his mouth less than an inch away from her cunt, exhaling on her clit each time he breathed, and slowly worked his finger in her ass. Maddie gritted her teeth, and her rear passage squeezed him again, and instantly Wyn went back to eating her sex again.

  This time, when Maddie relaxed on his invasion, Wyn kept licking and sucking on her pussy, and at the same time grazed her bead with his thumb. He kept up a pursuit designed solely to give her pleasure, and within moments Maddie moaned and rocked back on his finger, taking it inside herself without any help from him. Wyn penetrated her to the webbing; she moaned and rose up on her knees, but just as fast sank back on his finger. She went still, tight as anything he’d ever felt, but now her rear passage rippled around his penetration rather than trying to squeeze the life out of his digit.

  Already at full staff and hurting, Wyn worked Maddie’s hole with long strokes, preparing her for his cock. And each time she moaned and pushed her ass back to meet the strike of his finger, Wyn groaned in kind and leaked a steady stream of early seed from his slit.

  Pumping herself on his finger, Maddie sighed, “More,” and reached back to split her cheeks open wider for him. “I know I need at least three if I’m going to take your cock.”

  Nothing but raw desire, the truth of her pleasure, lived in her stare. Wyn muttered, “Hell, Maddie,” and dragged his tongue along her slick pussy for another taste of her honeyed excitement. “I am in awe of you.” Quickly sliding his hand through the essence coating her thighs, he eased two fingers into her snug passage, and she keened and bore down on the thicker penetration.

  So fast this time, Maddie accepted the double claiming. She rocked herself slowly on his digits, moaning as she lifted herself up, almost to the point of slipping off him, and then eased back down onto his fingers. Trembling, she reached down to rub her clit. Instantly she shook harder, and her body sucked his digits back into her ass.

  Moving clumsily on his hand, Maddie told him in a stripped tone, “I like it so much.” She gripped the bed and undulated out of control. “I want to come with you again.”

  Motherfucking hell, honey. Keeping his fingers buried in her ass, Wyn slid Maddie down his body until she was on top of him, her legs folded on either side of his, face to face once more. Her skin was flushed so rosy—Christ, she’s beautiful—acted like a booster drug on his system. He smashed his mouth to hers and kissed her with messy speed, needing to feed his emotions into her in any way he could. She kissed him back, bit his tongue in between begging for him, and he bit her back as he forced a third finger into her hole.

  Maddie sucked in a quick breath and shook her head fast. Damn it, baby. Wyn’s chest ached. Her ring was so damned tight. He went still, his forearm nestled between her ass cheeks, his fingers embedded in her body.

  Locking in on eye contact, noting the light in her gaze he always associated with pleasure, she whispered, “You feel so good,” and sucked her lower lip past her teeth. She canted slowly on top of him, rubbing her pussy against his lower belly and sliding on his fingers buried in her ass. “I’m trying not to come.”

  Gutted to his core in the best possible way, Wyn surged off the pillow and stole a fast, hard kiss. His cock and balls roared back to life, this time not to be stopped. “Get the lube and a condom,” he ordered, unable to reach them with his free hand.

  She narrowed her stare down at him, and he told her in a ragged tone, “I want your ass like nobody’s business, but I’m gonna need every bit of you before I come,” reading the question about the need for a condom in her eyes.

  With that, Wyn wrapped his hand around his sac and put a prison-worthy lock-hold on his balls. He prayed he didn’t shoot like a green boy the moment he slipped his dick into Maddie’s incredible ass.

  *

  Oh my. So oddly, yet wonderfully full with Wyn’s fingers, Maddie felt her heart skip a beat when she tore open one of the condom packets and reached back to roll it down Wyn’s scorching shaft. Only in her most hidden fantasies had she imagined the level of trust it would take to feel excited yet safe about having anal sex, yet here she was, throbbing and as wet as she’d ever been, more than half because Wyn had let her fuck him too. He considers us equals in every way. In a strange way, this act between them showed her the truth more than anything else in their relationship had.

  Her heart fluttered again, only this time a bubble of fear fizzed inside too. No. Not right now. Maddie smoothed the edge of the condom at the base of Wyn’s cock and pumped extra lube onto the head, letting the slick stuff slide down his incredible length. He hissed and rolled his hips under her, jostling his fingers within her, awakening her passage once more. A line of shooting pleasure rocketed between Maddie’s rear tunnel and belly, and she started to bump back against his triple-digit invasion.

  A twist of need corkscrewed up into her breasts, but at the last second Maddie stopped herself, her heart pounding hard, but unable to deny her desires. “Not your fingers anymore.” Pulling his hand away from her tail end, she bit back a cry when his fingers popped free of her rear hole, instantly feeling empty and bereft. “I want your cock.”

  “Jesus, Maddie.” His features pulled taut, Wyn looked gutted and starving. “Take what you want.” As he lifted her into a straddle, he stroked the lube down his cock and rubbed some against her bud, making the muscle quiver. “Every inch of me is yours.”

  More of that panicky tug twisted at Maddie’s heart, but she was so desperate for this man she reached back and fi
t the tip of his cock against her back entrance anyway. Watching him, every fiber of her being crying to be connected to him, she sank down—oh God yes, please—and slowly filled her ass with his penis. He grunted with full seating, and Maddie keened through a concentration of pleasurable pain as every bit of his thickness and length, so much more than even his three big fingers, consumed her passage.

  Maddie moved just the slightest bit on Wyn, and intense friction raced through her rear tunnel and into her pussy, making her cunt shiver with the need for something to fill it too.

  Wyn jerked, and his pupils flared, edging out the brown. “Holy hell, honey. I felt that rock straight through you.” Without pause he slid his hand between her thighs and sank his middle finger into her pussy.

  He crooked the buried digit within her, touching a supersensitized spot, and Maddie shouted his name as a rush of intense and glorious feelings exploded in her ass and pussy. Driven to move, she braced herself on his stomach and lifted and dropped her body, swallowing his cock and finger to the hilt. His fat length caressed every bit of her anal walls, pushing at her ability to accept his size, but the too-full sensation and stinging pull at her entrance only added to the strange pleasure confusing her body and mind. Wyn slid his hand up her crease and softly spanked her clit one, two, three times, inciting a rush of blood, and then rubbed the exposed bead—yes, yes, yes—touching Maddie so perfectly her thighs went weak.

  Trembling, the intensity in his dark stare grabbing at her soul, Maddie held onto Wyn tighter and jammed herself up and down on his stiff length, forcing herself to focus only on his cock in her ass and his fingers in her pussy. “Fuck me, Wyn, fuck me.” She squeezed every muscle around her tail end and bounced up and down on his amazingly thick prick. “Oh God, oh God…Wyn…” Her rear passage put a chokehold on his length, and her whole body sizzled like an electrical fire. Dragging herself up and then pushing back down on his wonderful cock, she begged, “Fuck me. Fuck me harder.”

  In a blink, a flash of darkness flared in Wyn’s eyes. He stormed upright into a sitting position, Maddie on his lap, his cock buried inside her pulsating ass to the root, his face so very close to hers. “We don’t fuck, Maddie,” he told her, his voice stripped and harsh, even as he wrapped his arms around her waist and bruised her lips with a hard kiss. “We never have.” Holding her close to him, he pumped his length deep in her body, keeping them moving as one. “We’re so much more than that.”

  No. No. No. The bubble of anxiety in Maddie erupted into a volcano of panic, and she scratched across Wyn’s back and frantically slammed herself down onto his length. “Fuck me, Wyn.” Breathing too hard and fast, she rammed her hips forward in a frenzied staccato, grinding her pussy against his hard stomach with every punch forward and driving her back tunnel onto his length with every push back. “Do every dirty thing to me you’ve ever wanted to do to a woman but never thought you could.”

  The growl of an alpha wolf rumbling through him, Wyn vowed, “You’re not any woman, damn it. You’re Maddie.” His eyes blazing with black fire, Wyn flipped Maddie onto her back and reared up to his knees, tearing the condom off his cock. “The only thing I want to do for the rest of my life is love you.” He came down on top of her and in one thrust slammed his cock into her pussy to the hilt, his breathing harsh as he tangled his fingers in her hair. “I love you.”

  Her heartbeat threading too fast, Maddie shook her head and clawed at his back. “No.”

  “Yes,” he countered, and gritted his teeth as she scratched hard across his ass cheeks. “I want those scratches. I want the scars. You’re not scaring me, baby.” Tunneling his fingers through her hair, he rocked between her thighs, feeding delicious, addictive friction into her body. “There’s a reason we keep coming together like this, so explosively, without condoms.” He surged into her, claiming every bit of her pussy, and put his forehead to hers. “There’s a reason we never talked about consequences and what they would mean.”

  Maddie’s heart seized. “I can’t…” Her throat closed, choking her ability to speak.

  “You can. I know you.” Wyn pressed his lips to hers, breathing the words into her body. “We want this, Maddie. We want the forever. That’s why from the beginning, without saying anything, we’ve been okay with the risk in what we’re doing together.”

  Clinging to his arms, rocking up to take the hot slide of his cock, Maddie choked back tears. “I can’t…I can’t let you hurt me again.”

  His gaze gleaming, Wyn sipped from her lips again and again. “I won’t. I swear.” Claiming her with such a smooth cant to his hips, with every thrust of his cock proving the perfection in the way their bodies merged, Wyn owned her with his body and the depth of light in his eyes. “I love you, Maddie.” Rust coated his voice, but he didn’t look away. “I love you more than my own life. I’ll take every day for the rest of my life proving it to you, if you would just give me a chance.”

  Her heart cracking, no matter how much she wished to stay protected, Maddie wound her arms around Wyn’s shoulders, her need overtaking her, and whispered, “I want to.”

  “Then say how you feel. That has to be a place to start.” Kissing her, his fingers curling against her head, Wyn stayed with every small shift Maddie made, never letting her break from eye contact. “Tell me. Please. I’m begging you.” With every word he spoke, new harsh cracks were carved into his face. His voice broke. “Tell me. Please.”

  Oh God, oh God, please. Looking into Wyn’s eyes, Maddie confessed, “I love you,” in a broken tone, everything bleeding out of her, the emotion attached to every fiber of her being too big to keep contained for a second longer. “I love you, Wyn.” Tears sliding from the corners of her eyes, she kissed every unforgiving line on his face. “I love you. I have from the moment we met.” Her heart wringing out like a soaked rag, she gave him even more. “I’m never going to stop.”

  His face crinkling, Wyn uttered, “Maddie…” and stuttered to a stop. “Maddie…” Drilling his forehead into hers, he buried his cock inside her to the hilt; the head swelled deliciously in her pussy, and he said her name one more time, “Maddie,” and spilled within her body.

  Wet heat coated Maddie inside and sank into her core, and—Oh please, Wyn—Maddie started to tremble.

  Coming like it was going to shatter him into a thousand pieces, Wyn reached down and rubbed her clit. “I love you.” Playing her sex like a master, he crushed his lips to hers and pleaded, “Let go for me too.”

  He touched her everywhere, with his body, heart, and mind. With Maddie already spiraling fast, Wyn pushed her home with his plea. Yes.

  Shouting for him, Maddie wrapped her legs around his waist, held on for dear life, and pulsed and pulsed and pulsed around his buried cock, as he jerked and dumped another river of seed deep into her body.

  Breathing heavily in unison, for long minutes afterward, Maddie held onto Wyn, and he kept her close, so spent neither one of them spoke. Their gazes were locked though, and without any muddiness, Maddie could see Wyn’s heart in his eyes, and they were open and full of fearless love.

  Love raced in Maddie’s blood too, but a stab of panic nicked at her heart, letting a trickle of fear back inside her soul.

  Instantly Wyn narrowed his stare. “What?” Lowering her to the bed, he scrutinized her face. “What is it?”

  Right then the loud thunk of something hitting the floor clattered in the house. Maddie shot up straight and looked toward the open bedroom door, and Wyn jumped off the bed as if it was covered in spiders.

  “Mrs. Corsini?” Maddie darted her focus around the room, searching for shadows in every corner of the sunlit room. “Are you here?”

  Wyn suddenly sputtered with laughter, but just as fast covered his mouth with his hand.

  Maddie glared at him. “What?” She grabbed the edge of the comforter and dragged it over her breasts. “Need I remind you of how she got our attention last time?” The shaking of the walls the other night still left Maddie with chills.
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br />   Dipping down, Wyn scooped something off the floor. “I must have moved my foot and knocked the dildo onto the floor.” He held up the multi-colored swirl-pattern glass phallus like a trophy. “That was the noise that made us both jump like guilty school children.”

  “Oh.” New heat rushed to Maddie’s cheeks, but an edge still clipped her tone. “It could have been her though. I try not to focus on it…” She couldn’t help looking around the room again. “But the truth is she could be with us all the time.”

  Swinging the dildo like a pendulum between his fingers, Wyn flashed a wicked smile. “Then she’s getting one hell of a show.”

  “I’m being serious.” Maddie smacked the toy out of his hand. “You’re not bothered by the idea that we might have an audience every time we’re together?”

  “I wouldn’t want to line chairs up along the walls and let all our friends and family watch us—” they both cringed at that, “—but I guess I can’t get too worked up about something over which I have zero control.”

  Maddie worried the edge of her lower lip. “Maybe if we’re able to figure out why she’s here, and can help her, then maybe she would go away. Maybe she can’t leave until we figure her out.” Looking everywhere, attuning her hearing for any slight sound, Maddie asked, “Is that true, Mrs. Corsini? Are you here?”

  Not a peep of noise broke the silence nor did any shadows appear.

  After a moment, Wyn’s raised eyebrow dropped. “I guess we were alone after all. Come on.” He held out his hand. “I have to run a few errands in town. What do you think about a shared shower and then tagging along with me? I’ll treat you to dinner afterward.”

  The words she’d said today—I love you—and all the implications and expectations the admission laid out between them, made Maddie’s heart flutter. It made her throat bone dry too, and she wasn’t sure if that reaction was good or bad.

  Still, the flutter made her ask, “Is it like a date?”

  A lopsided smile, something very rare from Wyn, turned his features almost boyish. “Whatever you want to call it, I hope it’s the first of many.” Wiggling his fingers at her, he kept his hand extended. “What do you say?”