A MAZE RUNNER TRILOGY
"And one day someone walks into your life,
a total stranger, and they become so important
to you. And while you're only known them such a short time,
you feel you're loved them for a lifetime."
#1 Ranking for #TheMazeRunner
#1...
❝ Elizabeth saw my boobs before almost anyone else did.❞
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THE ROOM SMELLED LIKE SEX—musky, raw, and intoxicating. Madylin laid sprawled between Newt and Thomas, her naked body slick with sweat, the taste of Newt and Thomas still lingering on her tongue. Her chest heaved as she stared up at the tent ceiling, her mind replaying the last twenty minutes in detail.
The way Thomas flipped her onto her hands and knees, his length diving into her from behind. Her back arched as he fucked her, his thrusts hard and deep. The way he made sure to hit every spot inside her as he explored her for the first time.
Newt hadn't let her forget he was there. He'd knelt in front of her, his length dripping pre-cum as he guided it into her mouth, allowing her to suck him off while Thomas pounded her from behind.
The memory of it made her thighs clench. She could still feel Newt's hands in her hair, gripping it as he hit the back of her throat.
Then the way they'd switched. Newt had pushed Thomas aside, his length sliding into her so smoothly. He'd fucked her slower, deeper, his hands gripping her hips as he ground into her, his breath hot against her neck. Unlike Thomas, Newt already had experience of being with Madylin, but god... did he miss the feeling of her.
Thomas hovered over her, his length brushing against her lips until she opened her mouth, taking him in with a moan that had Newt cursing under his breath as he watched.
The way she found herself soon flipping onto her back so she could watch Thomas and Newt heavily make out above her as Newt continued to fuck her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
Now Newt's arm curled around her waist, his fingertips tracing lazy circles over her hip. She felt the rough pads of his calluses against her skin—little electric jolts shooting through her. His half-hard length pressed against her thigh, and she couldn't help but smirk at how insatiable he was. Thomas was on her other side, warm breath tickling her shoulder as he nuzzled the hollow of her neck, lips grazing the faint hickeys he'd left there. A shiver ran through her, and her hand rose to touch the small bruises.
"You alright, love?" Newt's voice was low and raspy, noticing she had zoned out. He propped himself up on one elbow, his brown eyes scanning her face with a mix of concern and smugness.
Madylin tilted her head to look at him, her lips curving into a lazy smile. "More than alright," she murmured. She let her fingers drift down to the bite marks Newt had left on her collarbone, tracing the raised skin. "You boys really went all out, huh?"
