Chapter 006: When The Bell Rang

He dipped his whole face into my pussy.

His tongue slid over my vulva, licking with a passion so deep it made my whole body shiver. He sucked the life out of my clit, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Ahhh… ahhh… y-yes, daddy… mmm, yes, daddy…” I moaned, my voice breaking with pleasure.

I’d never felt anything this good in years. I loved how he made me feel, like my body was his to devour.

He drank me in, sucking every drop of wetness, and I whimpered under his mouth. Then—slap!—his hand stung against my cheek. He pulled me into a kiss, pouring my own juices into my mouth.

“Swallow it. Now,” he growled.

I nodded quickly, obedient, like the slut I was for him. His smirk told me he loved it.

One finger slid into my pussy, then pressed harder.

“Mmm… ahhh… daddy…” I gasped.

A second finger followed, thrusting faster, deeper, curling just right until I could barely breathe.

“Ahhh—ahhh—ahhh!” I moaned, my back arching as he stared at me with a fierce hunger, like he was pouring out all his power to satisfy my horniness.

He drove back down, about to eat my pussy again—then suddenly stopped.

Instead, his hand shot up and slap!—he smacked my boobs hard enough to make me gasp.

He turned away without a word.

“Where are you going?” I asked, my pussy wide open, aching for him.

No reply. He just headed straight for the refrigerator.

When he came back, he was holding a gallon of yogurt, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips.

He started dancing, shaking his dick playfully. I couldn’t help but giggle, even with my body throbbing for him.

Then he came to me, tipped the gallon, and poured the yogurt directly onto my pussy.

“Ahhh—yesss, daddy… that feels so good…” I moaned, shivering as the cold milk mixed with my heat, dripping everywhere.

He dove right in, devouring me like a starving man, his tongue swirling over my clit, sucking me deeper into madness. He poured more yogurt, letting it spill down my folds as he kept eating me.

“Ahhh… ahhh… yesss… go faster, daddy… faster!” I cried.

Three fingers plunged into me at once, stretching me as his tongue worked my clit. I clutched at him desperately.

“I love the way you eat my pussy… you’re such a good pussy eater,” I panted.

“Your pussy is fucking delicious,” he growled, slapping it once, letting the milk and wetness drip freely.

He stood then, staring down at my trembling pussy. I was weak, dripping all over. He smirked knowingly.

“I ate you pretty damn well. Bet your husband could never do this,” he taunted.

He gripped his cock, rubbed it hard, and pushed it inside me in one deep thrust. A moan ripped from his chest.

“Fuck—your pussy is heaven, kitten…” he groaned as he slammed into me harder and harder.

“I’m gonna shift your womb, Maya…”

He sucked my feet, driving me insane—

I was on cloud nine.

“Arghh… arghhh… y-your dick… it’s so—sooo good…” my voice broke every time I tried to speak.

He thrust harder, faster, his hips pounding into me as his hand wrapped around my neck, choking me just enough to make my head spin.

“Cum in me, daddy… please… cum in me…” I begged breathlessly.

The moment the words left my lips, my body exploded—I squirted all over him, my moans spilling out uncontrollably.

“Ahhh… ahhh… ohhh, daddy!”

He caught it greedily, his tongue open as he swallowed every drop of my release.

Slap! His hand smacked against my pussy, then rubbed it in circles, spreading my wetness everywhere.

He pressed his cock against my clit, sliding it back and forth, teasing me until I was trembling again.

“Mmm… mmm… oui… oui… yesss, daddy…” I moaned, my voice breaking, hair a wild mess around my face.

Ding-dong!

Diiing-doooong!

The sudden doorbell sound cut through the tension like a knife.

My heart pounded in my chest, the heat between us freezing midair.

“Are you… expecting anyone today?” I whispered, my voice trembling.

“N–no… no, not at all,” he muttered, a confused look flashing across his face.

We waited. Seconds ticked by. The bell didn’t ring again.

“Maybe it was a mistake,” he muttered.

But the moment he thrust back into me—

Diiing-doooong!

The bell echoed again, louder this time.

He yanked me up from the counter, and I scrambled, clutching my clothes before running upstairs. He tugged on his boxers quickly, jaw tight, then he headed for the door.

(Maddox POV)

Click.

“Good afternoon, sir. I’m the estate supervisor. Your apartment has been reported for some unusual activities, which don’t sit well with the people in the neighborhood,” the man in front of me said.

“What activities do you mean, sir?” I asked.

He smirked. “You know what I’m talking about, Mr. Maddox.”

“Oh no, I have no idea, sir.”

“Well, since you want to play dumb…”

A man in a blue uniform—dressed like a cop, but clearly not one—stepped forward.

“I am Mr. Enzo Lee. I’m the investigator assigned to your apartment,” he said, flashing his inspection card in front of my face. Then he nodded. “Yes, the team is on their way.”

My body froze. So many thoughts ran through my mind. Were they really going to find out everything I’d been trying to hide for the past years?

Oh no. No, no.

I couldn’t let this happen.

What do I do, what do I do?

Why now?

The supervisor in front of me noticed the fear in my eyes. I was sure he knew I was the one plotting all this the whole time.

I tried to act tough.

Immediately, a glass fell from the kitchen.

“Oh damn. What’s Maya up to?” I muttered.

“I thought you lived alone, Mr. Maddox.”

“Yes, I do. It’s just my fiancée in there,” I replied quickly.

Suspicion welled up on the investigator’s face.

WEE-oo WEE-oo WEE-oo

Oh my days—sirens!

“They’re here,” the investigator said.

I tried shutting the door, but they blocked it with a firm hand.

“Against the rules, sir,” Enzo said coldly. “Suspects don’t get to retreat back inside. Step aside.”