Mad About You Novels & Stories

"I want to taste you when you fall apart. I want to feel this tight little pussy squeeze my fingers when you scream my name." The echoes of his dirty words and relentless stimulation finally shattered her. Marceline's orgasm crashed through her with the force of a tidal wave, making her arch completely off the bed as a scream tore from her throat. Zandrei held her down, lapping up every drop of her release as she convulsed beneath him, prolonging her pleasure until she collapsed bonelessly against the sheets.

I pause, taking in every detail of it. “I just want to be anywhere you are. I don’t want to miss any chance. I want to make up for all my mistakes—the saddest times I’ve drowned us in, the times when I punished us instead of allowing us to feel what truly lives inside us.” At first, Mad seems temporarily inactivated while I desperately wait for an answer. Briefly, her tongue wets her lips before she begins, “I want the same too, but Caden, this is crazy.” “We’ve been crazy since the first day,” I point out.

I don't think you can even get that. Kayley ~”So you do want to get your balls massaged Matt.” Matthew ~”Fuck off no.” Kayley ~”Come on Matt I will massage them for you.” Drake ~”Boss will rip them off and feed them to his fishes.” Kayley ~”Fuck Dre that is some crazy ass sick shit. What type of fishes does the boss have anyway?” Matthew ~“Some god damn scary shit ones.” Kayley ~“Let's go before I change my mind about liking he sweet fucking ass again.”

he said jokingly. " You are really smart Maddy, muahh, really, it's a mindblowing idea, no one would expect it, it will break the record of TRP of our channal if I could get an interview from a mafia Don, you are awesome Maddy " she jumped out of her chair in excitement and kissed him on his cheeks while he was looking at her with stunned eyes with his mouth opened with 'o' shape. "Girl, I was just joking okay, it's not a good idea, in fact it's a dangerous idea, we are talking about a Mafia Don, an international Mafia Don, it's too dangerous, I will not allow you to do it " he rejected strictly.

Madison said with conviction, a sad smile playing on her face. “None of your pessimistic talk again!” Meredith warned. “You can’t just give up and let the evil witch take over your mind so that she can come and go as she pleases. You can do better than that.” “I have been trying! I have been trying hard,” Madison said, a sad smile playing on her face. “The problem is I focus even more than before but it just doesn’t work. It’s getting easier and easier for her to get inside my mind, and I don’t know the reason,” Madison replied.

Yrah was sure she looked like a bedraggled madwoman all day as she’d gone around pulling her hair in frustration. Jaz and Z had asked what was wrong with her, and she only snapped at them. When she apologized, they confessed that the confined surroundings were starting to get to them, too.

"Angel, I have a little treat for you," Mad said, retrieving something from his bag. I raise an eyebrow, staying mute while watching Maddox. The anticipation is killing me when he refuses to show it up. "What?" I impatiently asked. "Close your eyes." "Nah, do I have to? It's just the two of us; I'm excited to see it," I complained. "Yeah, you need to close your eyes." "Fine" I closed my eyes impatiently. "Make it fast."

He asked thus i might further answer him honestly. Andrè nodded and aforesaid, "Uh, yeah, alright." I watched as he checked out me. I appeared like crap, I knew I had to, my dirty blonde hair was a mess, I was high, perhaps a bit drunk too, and that i was in a combine of slightly saggy jeans, a green shirt that had some weird grade school baseball team on that, and a pair of flip-flops of all things. My eyeliner and makeup was most likely smirched and messed up. Andrè smiled.

That would go over really well. “I haven't seen you this happy in a long time. I was a little worried about you,” Maddy confessed. “But right now, you're radiant. Love looks good on you.” “It's not love,” I said a little too quickly, feeling a blush settle in my cheeks. Maddy raised her eyebrows. “If you say so. Whatever it is, at least the sex makes you look good.” “Maddy!” My blush went deeper. “Messy hair, rosy cheeks, a little wiggle in your walk…” Maddy demonstrated, moving her hips in a swivel that made her look like she was going to throw out her back in the process. “It's pretty obvious. Tell me all about him.”

God, they were so predictable. People like her thrived on dragging others down, and when it didn’t work, they got even angrier. Their hatred was their own punishment. I turned away, my smile widening as I slipped a hand into my bag and pulled out my phone. I thumbed the volume higher on my headphones and let the beat of Bad Guy by Billie Eilish pulse through my ears. “I'm that bad type. Make your mama sad type. Make your girlfriend mad tight. Might seduce your dad type