Latte Darling (Darling, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

“Fuck, Maddie.” His voice is strangled as his hips grind into me. “You’re so fucking hot for it, aren’t you?” I can feel his cock twitch against my belly. “Are you wet for me, Baby Doll?”

“Sorry, but this one’s mine.” Axel keeps his eyes on the other man as his thumb finally pulls all the way out of my mouth, his hand dragging down my neck. The damp pad of his thumb leaving a trail of shivers in its wake.

“Umm…” my date leans to the side, trying to get a look at me. “Maddie? Are you okay?” I have to swallow to find my voice, “Yep!” Releasing me completely, Axel turns until he’s facing Fish Guy. A head taller, nearly twice as wide, and in a defensive stance, Axel does not look like a man to be fucked with. “I appreciate you asking that.”

confused, my date takes it out of habit. I pretend to not notice that it’s the same hand that was just in my mouth. As they shake, Axel honest-to-god thanks him. “Thanks for looking out for her. But sorry, it was never gonna work for you two.”

“What is it, Baby?” “I just…” I glance back over and see her squeeze her eyes shut. “Talk to me.” “It’s just that when I sit like this,” her words tumble out, “it makes my stomach stick out, and I don’t want you to be grossed out by it.”

“Put your hand on my lap.” The hand she has closest to me tentatively moves over until it’s on top of my leg. I jerk my hips up. “My lap, Baby. Put your hand on my dick.” Her breathing is ragged, and I have to bite back a groan when the light pressure of her palm settles over my cock. “Do you feel that?” I ask, “Do you feel what you do to me?” “Y-yes.”

“You think a little bit of soft skin is gonna make this go away?” My dick jumps as she starts to stroke the length. “Your cute little tummy is not gonna be a problem for me. It’s not gonna be a problem for you either. Because you’re perfect. And if you need me to come all over that pretty body of yours to prove it to you, consider the task accepted.”

This fucking society we live in is such bullshit. Trying to trick women like Maddie into believing that they need to change. Why would I give a single shit about a tummy?

“What are you- Why did you stop?” she whines. “Because you’re gonna come on my cock, and not before.” I lift my hand to my mouth, dragging the two fingers that were inside her across my lips. Maddie whimpers, “I want to hate you right now.” I grin, “But you don’t.” Then I shove the fingers into my mouth, getting my first taste.

Oh. My. Fucking. God. I’m dead. I’ve literally died and gone to what-kink-is-this heaven.

Watching Axel suck on his own fingers, knowing it’s my pussy that he’s tasting… The mix of emotions that I’m feeling is almost enough to dull the throbbing between my thighs.

I’m gonna die. That dick is gonna rip me in half.

Jesus Monster-Dick Christ. I can’t decide if I’m excited or terrified.

“There are so many things I want to do to you,” I tell her, changing my grip to pull on her nipples. “Like what?” Maddie’s breathing is erratic, and I can feel her back arching, pushing her ass back against me. “Everything, Maddie. I want to do every-fucking-thing to this sweet little body of yours.” I roll my fingers around her peaks, and she moans. “But we’re going to start with you on your back, so I can watch these tits bounce as I fuck you.” Releasing my grip, I straighten and give her a soft slap on the ass. “On the bed.”

“Next time,” I hear myself say as I climb onto the bed and position myself over her. “What?” she asks, her eyes looking at everything, her hands running up my chest. “I’m gonna eat your pussy next time.”

“Fuck, Maddie.” I press the tip of my dick against her clit. “I can already tell this pussy is gonna have me addicted.”

“Pineapple?” Her hands slap over her eyes and I feel her thighs tighten, like she’s trying to close her legs. Except I’m between them, and I’m not going anywhere. “I’ll explain later,” Maddie squeaks out. “You do that.” I rip the packet open, and she parts the fingers over her eyes at the noise. “But Baby, I’ll wear any flavor you want, so long as you let me inside that pretty pussy.”

“You want this dick?” I ask her, running my covered tip up and down her opening. She makes a mumbled sound of agreement. “You think you can fit it?” “I think so,” Maddie whispers.

“You think so.” I take a deep breath, “Maddie, are you a virgin?” Her eyes widen as they fly up to meet mine. “Answer me, Baby.” She shakes her head. “You sure?” I watch her throat work on a swallow. “I- I’ve done this once.” “Once?” I groan. Fucking hell.

“Just once?” She nods...

“Tell me you want it. Tell me you want to know what a real fucking feels like.”

“Tell me you want me to fill this hot little cunt.”

“I want you.” Her fingers curl into the blanket beneath her. “How bad?” I hunch my back until I can lick across one of her nipples. “Bad!” she cries.

I lower my body further, keeping my hips still, until our chests touch and our lips are only an inch apart. We lock eyes. “Beg me for it,” I demand. “Please.” “You can do better than that.” I slide in half an inch more and she moans, her eyelids fluttering. “Beg me for it, Baby Doll.” “Please, I want it!” Her hands reach for me. “Please, Daddy!” Fire blazes up my...

“Baby, I’m sorry-” I should’ve gone slower. Prepped her more. I start to pull away, taking in the shocked expression on her face, but then I feel her nails dig into my skin, stopping me. “More,” she chokes out the word. “Give me more.”

It’s our first kiss since I left this bed one week ago, and she melts beneath me. Our mouths move together like we’ve done this a million times. Like we do this every day.

“Fuck, Maddie.” He moves faster. “Are you close? Are you gonna come all over my dick?” “I am.” I feel myself nearing the crest, each word – each thrust – sending me closer to oblivion. “So close.”

“Keep watching, Baby Doll.” He leans forward, putting more pressure on my clit with his length. “Keep your eyes on my dick.”

I moan, not even trying to hide how hot his dirty talk is making me. “You like that?” he asks, even as I clench around him. “You like me talking about my dick? How it’s spreading you wide open? How your pussy is gripping at me? Trying to keep me inside your body?”

Maddie’s pussy contracts around my cock as she drops her head against the mattress in a shout of ecstasy. And that’s all it takes. Her open mouth, her bouncing tits, her contracting cunt.

“Because I thought you deserved better.” His answer is totally not what I was expecting, and when I try to tip my head back, he uses his cheek against the top of my head to keep me still. “I’m too old for you. You’re too damn pretty for me. Too fucking sweet and beautiful.” Axel huffs out a breath that rustles my hair, “And you were supposed to be on a date with my son.”

“I’ve been fighting with the guilt of feeling like I stole you all week. But the thought of anyone else putting their hands on you,” his lips press against my forehead again, “I don’t like it.”

“You told me you didn’t want to do anything. When we were here, in my bed. And I made you kiss me. Then I… Well… I…” I take a deep breath. “I shouldn’t have grabbed your, um, penis… like I did.” My cheeks are on fire. “Not after you told me you didn’t want to do anything.”

“See? It was bad!” I exclaim, trying to push away from him. His hand clamps down on my shoulder, securing me in place. “No, Baby. The only thing bad you’ve ever done was saying the word penis just now.” His chest rumbles.

“I’m being serious.” He lifts his head off the pillow to look down at me, “So am I.” “What am I supposed to call it?” “Dick. Cock.” He pauses. “Feel free to add your own adjectives.” I roll my eyes, “Noted.” The hand on my shoulder slides down, over my back, and down to my ass. “And you can grab my dick anytime you want.”

“I’m still sorry for doing it.” His fingers pinch my butt cheek and I yelp. “I’m not sorry. The feeling of your fingers trying to wrap their way around my cock ha...

“God, you’re fucking adorable.” His fingers spread against my ass until he’s palming my whole cheek. “And fucking sexy.” He squeezes. “Pretty sure doing all the things I want to do to you might kill me. But I’m willing to take the risk.”

mean… you are pretty ancient.” He barks out a laugh, then pinches my ass again, “Keep it up, Brat. See where that gets you.”

“I’m glad you were there tonight, Axel.” “I’m glad I was too.” He grunts, “I’m not thrilled that you were out with some douchebag, but I was hoping you’d be there. Coming right to your front door felt a little too invasive.” I smile against his chest, “But shoving your thumb into my mouth in the back of a bar…?” The shoulder under my head lifts in a small shrug, “Worth it.”

“I’ll give you my number, for next time.” The hand on my ass grips me again, “Damn right you will.”

Cute. Good god, I’ve never called anything cute. Or adorable. What has this woman done to me?

“Are you sore?” I ask, before I think of a more delicate way to put it. She lifts a shoulder and glances away. “I’m okay.” With three strides I close the distance between us. “Maddie.” She tips her head back to meet my gaze. “I’m gonna ask you that again, and you’re gonna tell me the truth this time.”

“Is your pretty little cunt sore from being stretched around my dick last night?” Her lips part and she pulls in a ragged breath before answering, “Y-yes.” “Alright.” I drag my hands up her forearms, past her elbows, and up to her shoulders as I straighten. “Then I’ll wait until tonight to fuck you again.”

I barely know this girl in my arms, but my heart is shredding for her. For 18-year-old Maddie. For 31-year-old Maddie. And for every year in-between.

“Tortillas?” I glance over my shoulder, smiling, “You said you like everything.” His head does a single slow nod as he lowers himself into one of the high stools. “I do.” “Then you’ll just have to trust me.”

“After that sandwich last week, I’ll never turn down food from you.” “That’s the spirit!” I grin, setting an armful of items on the counter. I see his eyes skip over each package. Eggs, cream cheese, microgreens, pesto. He points to the paper wrapped item. “What’s that?” “Smoked salmon.” Axel’s brows raise in an overly cute expression. “Well then…”

This man… he’s too… everything. Handsome. Smart. Kind. Huge. He’s everything.

I knew sex with Axel would be good. But holy shit it was better than good. It was better than great. My thighs press together under the table. The way he handled my body. The way he talked to me. A shiver runs up my arms. I didn’t know dirty talk was my thing, but well, here we are.

“Where have you been all my life?” I snort but Axel shakes his head. “Nevermind, don’t answer that.”

“We knew some of the same friends, got drunk a few times, got together a few times, and Brian was a result.” My shoulder shrugs. “We knew enough about each other to know that we’d never make a good couple, so we never even tried. She told me she wanted to keep the baby, I told her if she did that I wanted to be a part of his life, so we made it work.” “Huh,” Maddie tilts her head, “that actually sounds really mature.” That makes me smile, “Well I was 32, and should’ve known better than to fuck around without protection. But I can’t say I regret it.”