Page 3 of Beautiful Unity
“Hurry up then so we can get to round two.”
Maddox laughed, the motion moving him deeper inside, and my eyes rolled back. All humor left his face, and something feral replaced it. I had a second to wrap my arms around his neck before he pummeled my pussy, thrusting up and pushing me down in tandem.
“Ah, Madd, goodness,” I moaned, his dick hitting me so deep I wasn’t sure I’d be able to walk after this. The man rearranged my insides with each thrust, and all I could think was that I wanted more.
More of Maddox King. More of his magnificent dick. More of this connection I’d ignored to protect myself.
Protection no longer existed. Maddox King had reclaimed my heart, and I’d never let him go again.
“So fucking good, Princess. Shit, I’ve missed this. I’m so close.”
“Mmhmm,” I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulder blades. My body was one thrust away from detonating. And the only way I’d be put back together was with his love and kisses.
“I love you,” he whispered, just as he thrust deep one last time. His midnight blue eyes bore into mine, the years between us fading away as we reformed our connection. My orgasm hit, toppling over, and I shuddered in his arms as his cock twitched against my walls.
“I love you, Madd.”
He laid me down, pushing my wet hair out of the way as he stared. “I’m here to stay, Princess. I’ll never leave your side again.”
“I know.” I cupped his cheek, rubbing my hand against his stubble. Maddox smiled, the worry and fear leaving him as he burrowed into my touch.
“Wherever you go, whatever we do, I’m yours.”
“And I’m yours.”
Eventually, we got up and dressed, and I managed to salvage my hair from its frizzy state. Waylon and Grayson returned soon after, and we had dinner together in their room, which was not heart-shaped. Thank Gucci!
With bellies full, Maddox and I returned to our room, where he worshiped and reacquainted himself with every inch of my body.
It was my new favorite way to spend the night. The only thing that would have made it better was if they were all here.
Soon. I’d make it happen. That was a promise to myself.
Diary #1
Dear Mom,
I know it might be weird for some people to talk to their mom about sex, but since I didn’t get to have you in my life for very long, it doesn’t feel weird to me. Maybe because I know you’ll never actually read this, and it’s more about me writing these letters for my subconscious, but who cares.
So here it goes.
Maddox and I spent last night together. The room was out of a honeymoon lover’s nightmare, but in a weird way, it was nice. The other guys tried to keep the knowing smirks off their faces, but I could tell they were happy for us. It still feels strange sometimes to know all the guys you’re sleeping with know and encourage it. But I guess that’s what makes it different. And I’m all for different.
Maybe it’s because it has been a few years between us, or that I’ve had more sexual experiences now, and I’m more comfortable in my body and sexuality, but this time with Maddox was incredible. On second thought, maybe it’s because we understand each other better now. I’m no longer the broken little girl he had to rescue but a badass queen.
Yeah. I like that.
We’re heading out soon, back on the road. Dad never talked about whether or not you liked to ride, but I like to think you did. The feel of the open space around you is like nothing else. The power and beauty of it astounds me every time. Until someone takes a long ride on a motorcycle, I’m not convinced they can truly grasp its majesticness.
The five of us riding feels symbolic. We’re riding to claim my legacy, to put an end to the running, and we’re doing it together. The five of us, we’re ride or die. I truly believe it.
Let’s just hope we get to ride for a long while before the dying part.
Love,
Darcie
P.S. Any tips on how to convince your grumpy boyfriend to a fivesome?