All the Little Truths (English Prep 3)

Madeline’s eyes closed for a moment as her leg came up, and she hooked a toe in the top of my pants. They moved just enough for me to rise up and take them off all the way. I hovered above her, her thick eyelashes fluttering back and forth as her hand continued to trail up and down on her body.

Was she teasing me?

She was. She fucking was. Her hand stopped right above her clit as she peeked at me. Her lip was captured by her teeth suddenly, and when she started circling herself like I’d done just a moment prior, I almost came.

“Is this your way of begging, Madeline?” I asked as I reached for my phone, snagging a hidden condom from in between it and the case. “Because I need you to know what you’re asking for. Are you sure this is what you want?”

Part of me was a little on edge as the question left my mouth.

“I know exactly what I’m asking for, Eric. But I’ll say it again in case you’re stuck in that head of yours.”

The condom was on, and my hands slapped her legs hard as I brought her down even further and positioned myself.

“Fuck me…please.” Desperation looked good on a girl like her. I wanted every single part of her.

She was desperate for me to fuck her, and I was desperate for her to let me.

“Only because you said please.” I smirked.

Her lustful gaze turned dark for a moment before she spread her legs far and reached behind me and thrusted me in hard and fast.

“Whoa,” I grunted, euphoria making me lose all train of thought. I was going to lose my fucking mind with her.

There was no time to think. Once I was buried inside her, I couldn’t stop. I thrusted, and she met me halfway. Her head was thrown back, shoving her perfect tits right in my face. Desire clawed at me. I was wrecked with the need to make her feel good again because, believe it or not, that made me feel good.

My arm cupped around her back, my other grasping her breast. Her small bud tightened under my palm, and I thrusted even faster. My lips were on her nipple, and once I grazed my teeth over her, her entire body shook as her pussy sucked every single ounce of life my dick had to offer.

“Maddie,” I moaned, burying myself into her so deep I thought I’d be permanently embedded into her walls.

We were both out of breath, our limbs tangled around one another. I wasn’t sure where she started or I ended. Our bodies were glued to one another, our sweat mixing, our separate scents becoming one.

I knew, right then, I’d never be able to go back fr

om that.

“Wow,” her sleepy voice finally whispered.

I eventually pulled out of her, but instead of rushing away, I continued holding her sated body in my arms.

“Mmm,” I answered, unable to form a single coherent sentence.

“Tired. I’m…tired.”

I nodded, pulling her in even closer. “Sleep,” I hushed, brushing her hair out of her face. “I’ve got you.” When I glanced down, her dainty ear was pressed against my heart, and she was already sound asleep.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Madeline

Panic drove into my body as my eyes flung open. I lay perfectly still on a soft spot, covered up by a thick blanket as my head rested on a cloud-like pillow. Where—?

I suddenly sat up, my eyes adjusting to the dim room. As soon as I realized where I was, my body started to relax a little. Eric wasn’t anywhere to be found, but being wrapped in his covers made me feel safe, especially as I was on the verge of another dark nightmare. I glanced at his clock, which read just after midnight, as I dragged the covers with me to peek through his bedroom window. My father’s Jaguar was missing in the driveway, and I wasn’t sure if that meant he’d already left for his flight, or if he and my mother hadn’t come back from their date yet.

I went to go text my mom to check in, but I couldn’t find my phone. Or my clothes.

They were likely still downstairs.

“Dude, what the fuck?”