Chapter 006: Drink my squirt

He spat on my wet slit, his tongue licking my throbbing clit, circling it fast and rough.

“Lick my hole, you bastard!” I screamed, grinding my pussy on his face, my juices flooding my his mouth.

His tongue slid over my vulva, lashing without mercy, his teeth grazing just deep enough to make my whole body shiver. He sucked the life out of my throbbing clit, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

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

He tongue-fucked her, shoving three fingers in her cunt, pumping fast. “Cum, you slut,” he growled, spanking my pussy.

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 my pussy juice , sucking every drop of wetness, and I whimpered under his mouth.

slap!—his hand stung against my cheek.

He pulled me into a kiss, pouring my own juices into my mouth.

“Swallow it slut. Now,” he growled.

I nodded quickly, obedient, like the hoe 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 voice dripping with lust , my pussy wide open, aching for him.

He didn’t say a word—just walked straight to the refrigerator.

When he came back, a gallon of yogurt was in his hand, and that wicked smirk played on his lips… the kind that always meant trouble.

He wagging his cock, he held his cock firmly, shaking that hard Big black veiny cock.

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 damn 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 sucking my clit. I clutched at him desperately.

“I love the way you eat my pussy… you’re born to eat pussy,” 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 cunt Is tight , kitten…” he groaned as he slammed into me harder and harder.

“I’m gonna shift your uterus , I’d get you rammed down good kitten…”

He sucked my feet slowly , driving me insane

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

He pounded 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, don’t waste our babies on the ground…” 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…fuckkkk, 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… shit … shit… yesss, daddy…” I moaned, my voice breaking, my 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 to grab my clothes, trembling so hard I could barely stand. It was like he’d taken my ability to walk—my legs wobbled beneath me as I counted each shaky step toward the stairs.

Behind me, he tugged his boxers back on, his jaw clenched tight, before storming toward the door without a single glance back.

(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. A dozen thoughts slammed into my head all at once, crashing over each other like waves.

Were they really about to uncover everything I’d buried for years?

No. Not now.

Not after everything I’d done to keep it hidden—every lie, every risk.

If this got out, Luther would kill me. I couldn’t survive another stint in jail.

If they found the bike at the yard, I was done for—that was the same one we used for the laundering runs, the very one the cop caught on camera.

And now that I’m the so-called biker king, every mess, every secret, every sin falls back to me.

I’m so screwed . Completely screwed.

I straightened my shoulders, forcing some composure. “Is there a problem?” I asked

I tried to steady my breathing, but my pulse was thundering, wild and uneven. The supervisor in front of me didn’t miss it—his eyes sharpened, studying me like he already knew.

I tried to act tough.

Before he could even open his mouth, a sharp crash erupted from the kitchen—glass shattering.

My stomach dropped hard.

He turned toward the noise, suspicion flickering in his eyes.

“What was that?” he asked, his tone low but heavy with meaning.

“Oh, that—probably nothing,” I said quickly, too quickly, forcing out a shaky laugh that died halfway. “Just… my fiancée. She’s in there. Probably dropped something.”

His brow furrowed, his gaze narrowing. “You said you lived alone, Mr. Maddox.”

WEE-oo WEE-oo WEE-oo.

Sirens. Growing louder. Closer. Too close.

The investigator’s lips tightened, jaw flexing as he looked at me. “They’re here,” he muttered.

I reached for the door, desperate to shut it, but his hand shot out fast—gripping it before it could close.

“Against protocol,” Enzo said, his voice cold, clipped, professional—but there was something darker in his eyes, something that told me he already knew too much, like he was sent here purposely. “Suspects don’t get to retest back inside. Mr. Maddox. Step aside.”