Page 47 of Before the Encore

“You’re so fucking hot,” Madison said gravelly as she finished another lap of her clit. Her eyes flicked to Bonnie’s, dark with hunger. “Do you know that?”

The words pulled at her. It’d been a while since she’d heard anyone say it with such conviction. Who touched her like it was truth. People always told Bonnie what she wanted to hear—with the exception of Bailey, but that man was lightyears away from any of her sexual fantasies. Strangely, with the words dripping from Madison’s lips, her husky voice deep and sexy, she believed it.

“You look good too,” Bonnie panted. “With your face between my thighs.”

“Never been happier.” Madison smirked, her cheeks wet with Bonnie’s arousal. The sight sent another wave of desire through her. “I want you to come in my mouth. Can you do that for me?”

Tension coiled at the words, and Bonnie let out an involuntary whimper. She swallowed, her throat thick. “I want that so badly.”

Madison smirked, closing her mouth over Bonnie’s throbbing clit. Oh…fuck. She squeezed her eyes shut, but the starry LA sky still twinkled in the darkness. Or maybe that was the precise warmth of Madison’s lips, bringing her closer and closer to release.

“That’s it, princess. Show me how good it feels. I want every rich fucker in this estate to hear how much you love my tongue.”

Bonnie’s back arched off the cushion, but Madison closed the distance, holding her firm, her mouth relentless. “Oh…god,” she whimpered, not recognising her own voice. “Yes!”

Bonnie groaned, grinding her pussy against Madison’s face, pressing close. Every nerve ending blazed, her pleasure peaking.

“Give it to me,” Madison demanded, her voice lifting Bonnie higher. “I want you to flood my mouth.”

“F-f-fuck.” She thrust against Madison’s face, crying out as her body tipped over the edge. Blinding lights filled her vision as her orgasm ripped through her, striking with such force, her whole body trembled. Madison continued rolling her tongue over her clit, hands strong and firm on her quivering thighs. Bonnie fell back on the lounger, her body completely spent. Slowly, her fingers loosened in Madison’s hair, and she blinked, coming back down to earth. Madison rested between the crook of her legs, her cheeks wet, her eyes full of hunger.

Oh my god.

She twitched as Madison plunged her tongue deep inside her, her moan vibrating through Bonnie’s pussy and up her spine. Bonnie arched on the cushion, so sensitive, she accidentally kneed Madison in the face.

Not that it deterred her. She pinned Bonnie down, her tongue working slowly, tasting every inch of her orgasm. When she came up for air, Bonnie a shaking mess, Madison’s hands drifted over the soft swell of her thighs. She planted warm kisses to the inside, sucking lightly with her tongue, nipping with her teeth, until she lifted her chin to face her.

Bonnie’s head spun, lightheaded and dizzy, but suddenly very aware of the woman between her legs. Madison Moore.

Madison Moore, the most frustrating and annoying woman she’d ever met, had just made her come so hard she forgot where she was.

Yet, Bonnie couldn’t find it in her to care. Maybe she was still a little high.

Because when Madison crawled up her front to plant a kiss on her mouth, tasting of herself, she welcomed it. Slow and soft, brushing her tongue against Madison’s, hands roaming each other’s hips and waist, kissing until they were lost in each other and panting for breath again.

“Not tired yet, huh?” Madison whispered in between kisses.

Before Bonnie could answer, Madison scooped under her arse, lifting her to sit on her lap. Bonnie ground against her jeans, still soaking wet, her hands tracing the hard line of Madison’s jaw as their kisses intensified. Bonnie didn’t know if it was the build-up of tension, the mix of complicated emotions, or the high of the show riding through her system, but she couldn’t get enough. Her clit ached again as Madison’s hands swallowed every curve of her body, then gently pushed Bonnie’s hips down to meet hers. Every touch fired electricity through her, and Bonnie couldn’t stop the moan escaping her lips.

She knew Madison would be good in bed. Someone who exuded that much confidence with those toned arms and tattoos had to be. But god, now that the tap had turned on, Bonnie couldn’t stop. She sucked Madison’s lip into her mouth, scraped her nails down her back, ground her pussy against the rough denim like she was in heat.

Madison shuddered, tightening her arms around her. “You’re gonna make me come if you carry on,” she growled, voice low. Her lips planted kisses to Bonnie’s neck, her fingers digging into her flesh. Every touch fired pleasure through her.

“I want your fingers,” Bonnie hummed, grinding her hips as Madison grazed her neck with her teeth. “I need them inside me. Now.”

“I love it when you’re bossy.” Madison’s hands caressed her arse, and anticipation ate at her. Bonnie rocked her hips, heat pooling against Madison’s thigh, wetting her jeans. She couldn’t wait. She was going to implode.

She gasped as Madison stood, wrapping Bonnie’s legs around her, and walked her inside. Her belly swooned at Madison’s strength. The power of the movement. Bonnie wasn’t a dainty woman, but Madison made her feel like one.

Her pussy pulsed, needing friction, needing attention.

Madison stumbled around aimlessly, their mouths insatiable.

“Where—what—?” Bonnie asked between kisses.

“As nice as your garden is, the lighting is shit. I want to see you.” Madison tightened her arms and padded through the open living room area. The strength rippling her muscles made Bonnie dizzy. “Where the hell is your bedroom?”

“Too far,” Bonnie whined, not recognising her own voice. “Just fuck me. Please.”