Latte Darling (Darling, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

“What’s that for?” his whispered breath feathers against my neck. “It’s for you,” I sigh. “You’re too sweet to me.” Axel makes a grumbling sound of disagreement, so I press my lips back against his warm skin. “I’m serious,” I tell him. “I don’t know what it is about you, Axel Davis, but you always know the exact right thing to say at the exact right time.”

He shifts in his seat, and I draw back, my eyes automatically going to his lap. And the bulge that wasn’t there a moment ago. Axel lets me go, using his hand to adjust himself. “Your pretty words shouldn’t work me up so much.” A grin pulls across my lips. “But they do.” “Yeah, they fucking do.” He shifts again. “Get back to work, Maddie Baby. I have a latte to drink.”

Then when she kissed me after making me that latte… Hell, I was done. I’d been reading a book on my phone, but after that I couldn’t concentrate on a single sentence.

“What are you thinking about?” Maddie’s voice breaks into my thoughts. “Axel?” I tighten my grip on the steering wheel. “I’m trying to decide if I want you in only the dress. Or only the sweatshirt.”

Every kiss we share seems to unlock a new level of madness for me. And I revel in it.

Axel is so big. So damn big and thick and exactly what I’ve always pictured when I’ve thought of my perfect man.

He’s a protector and a fighter. But also a giver.

“Shh, Baby.” His fingertip rubs a tight circle against my back entrance. “I’m not gonna try to stuff my dick in here.” Axel’s lips brush mine with each word. “But one of these days, when I’m buried deep inside your pussy,” he applies a bit more pressure, “I’ll fingerfuck this little asshole.” My entire body clenches at the thought. “And you’re gonna fucking love it.”

He’s seen me before. Seen all of this before. But this is still new. It’s been… years. Years and years since I’ve been with anybody. And even longer since anyone has attempted to kiss me there. But I trust Axel. I trust him with my body. And with so much more.

So with a braveness I rarely feel, I pull my dress up the rest of the way, exposing myself to him. Axel’s eyes are glued to the spot between my thighs. Staring. And with zero warning, he bends down and seals his lips over my aching core.

Maddie’s hips buck but my hands quickly slide up her thighs until I’m holding her in place, pressing her down against the couch. With her thighs wrapped around my head, I grin against her sweet dripping pussy and shove my tongue into her, as deep as it’ll go.

“Just one.” His voice is so deep. Deeper than I’ve ever heard. “Just one thrust, then you can put that rubber on me.” Another shiver rolls over my skin at the thought of taking him raw and I nod my head. I shouldn’t. I know I shouldn’t. But I have an IUD. And even though I should worry about more than pregnancy, but I can’t right now… right now I just need him inside of me.

I groan at the heat when his blunt tip touches me. His hardness is hot as fire. And I’m ready to melt.

When she nods her head, I want to roar with satisfaction. Through age and experience I should know better than to have unprotected sex. But the need to feel her surround my bare cock is nearly unbearable.

I shift so just the tip, just the first inch is pressing into her. But then she reaches for me again. And with one thrust, I bury myself balls deep into Maddie’s heat. The scream that leaves her mouth is pure ecstasy. And I know I should hate myself for the pride I feel at that sound, but the devil on my shoulder is cheering, gesturing towards the wall Maddie shares with her neighbor. So I thrust again. And again and again.

“I just needed to feel your pussy.” I drag my dick out. “Just once.” “No,” she cries. “Don’t stop.” Her little claws drag me back in.

“Do you know what you’re asking, Baby?” Her lips press against the side of my neck, “Yes. Axel, I want to feel it.” “Feel what?” “I want to feel you come inside me.” Her pussy spasms as she says it and her legs tighten around me. “I’m on birth control. I promise.” She sounds near to tears, like she might cry if I deny her this. “I promise. I promise.” “Goddamnit, you’re fucking perfect.”

“Touch that clit. Be a good girl and rub that little clit. Make yourself come.”

“Deep…” the arm around my neck holds me tightly to her body. “So deep!” she cries as her words turn unintelligible. My grip on her ass turns bruising as I bounce her twice more. Then I do exactly what my girl begged for, and I fill her with my cum.

“Hmm,” Leslie makes a knowing sound. She’s old enough to be my mother, and her strong maternal presence has my blush revving into overdrive. She snickers, “No need to feel embarrassed. I didn’t have five children by being a virgin.”

“Why don’t you go take a little break?” she suggests. “I can handle things out here for a bit.” Her eyes move past me, towards the door, and widen. “Holy moly! I can handle him for sure.”

The person holding the door is standing just out of view, but I can see the hand hooked around the edge of the door. A hand covered in familiar flame tattoos. “See? Told ya,” Leslie nudges my shoulder with hers. The ladies clear the doorway, and Axel steps through. And sweet Jesus, he looks so damn handsome I almost fall to my knees.

His giant frame is covered in a set of navy-blue coveralls. Or I should say he’s mostly covered. His sleeves are rolled up to the elbow and the zipper that should run up the center of his chest is unzipped all the way down to his waist, exposing the tight black shirt he’s wearing underneath.

Letting the door swing shut behind him, Axel reaches up and runs his fingers through his hair – getting it out of his face. And that’s when I notice the sunglasses. Lord help me, I wan...