Page 96 of Before the Encore

Madison won the fight with the harness, securing the dildo inside, and pulled it tight around her hips. She removed her own T-shirt, leaving her completely naked. Bonnie swallowed, struck by the strong shape of her. The powerful lines cut into her shoulders and abs, hard thighs and defined forearms. The confidence in her skin. The inkwork stretched with every flex of her arms, her hair pushed back from her face.

The seriousness of Madison’s gaze held her, charging the air with an intense longing.

“Sorry about that, but I made you a promise that your patience would be rewarded, and I intend to keep it.” Madison crushed her mouth to Bonnie’s, all playfulness swept away. She sat on the sofa, guiding Bonnie to straddle her lap, and deepened the kiss. Her hands roamed freely over her body, caressing every curve, tugging at Bonnie’s shorts until she removed them.

Madison lowered herself, laying beneath her, and spread her legs. “Fuck. Bonnie. You’re perfect.”

Her pussy tingled at the praise.

“Can you take it all?” Madison palmed the strap in one hand and brushed through Bonnie’s folds with the other, cursing at the feel of her wetness. She slipped two fingers into her easily, and Bonnie groaned, gripping the back of the sofa. She whimpered in protest when Madison removed them, but then she coated the dildo with all of her slick, and a sharp bolt of arousal cracked through her.

“Yes.” Bonnie’s legs quivered, core aching. “I want you to fill me, Madison.”

Madison pressed the shaft to her entrance, and Bonnie eased it in, lowering until the length fit snug inside her. “That’s it. Good girl.”

Bonnie’s breath hitched. “Fuck.”

They moved together, Bonnie lifting, Madison meeting her, relieving the aching heat between her thighs. Bonnie moaned as her pussy welcomed the stretch, not recognising the sounds leaving her throat. Madison’s fingers gripped the soft flesh around her hips, a raw hunger blazing in her eyes. Normally Bonnie didn’t like those places to be handled, but the way Madison touched her and uttered such perfectly filthy things made those insecurities obsolete.

And the thrill from watching themselves on the security footage still thrummed through her veins.

“Listen to you,” Madison said, voice gravelly. “So wet for me.” She fucked her harder, and Bonnie’s breathy grunts echoed around the room as their bodies slapped together.

“Yes,” Bonnie pleaded, already close. “Fuck me.”

Madison slid lower, using the power in her thighs to drive the strap into her. Bonnie leaned forward, gripping the back of the sofa for support. Every thrust reached deeper, winding a hot coil tighter in her core. Bonnie needily gasped and moaned, letting Madison pound her. She didn’t care how desperate she sounded—she knew Madison loved it. That knowledge only fed her more. Pleasure crested, taking her breath.

“That’s it,” Madison said, eyes hooded and drinking her in. “Come for me, baby.”

And Bonnie did, hearing the endearment leave Madison’s lips. Trembling and whimpering, her orgasm tore out of her, fast and hot. Her nails dug into something soft, her mouth open and panting as she leaned over Madison. Her legs quivered to jelly, and Madison guided her onto her back with a throaty chuckle.

When Bonnie descended from the high, she looked at Madison, lips swollen, chest heaving, a perfectly smug smile on her face. Arrogance did look so good on her. Bonnie cupped her jaw, fingers curling into her damp hair, and kissed her. Deep, soft, full of enough feeling to make Madison groan into her mouth. The strap pressed to her leg as she rolled her hips into her.

“Was it worth the wait?” Bonnie asked in between kisses.

“I think I’ll probably watch that video a thousand times, so yes.”

Bonnie brushed a dark strand of hair back from her face. “I wish I could see more of you on there.”

Madison nipped her lip between her teeth. “We could always make another one.”

Electricity fizzed up her spine. Her initial reaction to deny that part of her reared, but she pushed it down and let the idea sit. “That would be hot,” she admitted. Madison skimmed her lips along her jaw, spreading tingles everywhere. “We’d have to be careful though.”

“Very.” Madison pressed her lips to the sensitive skin, planting soft, open-mouthed kisses. Her breath tickled. “We couldn’t have anyone finding out just how much Bonnie Bloom loves watching herself being fucked.”

Bonnie dug her nails into Madison’s shoulder as she sucked at her pulse point. Her breath caught, heat flooding her clit. Madison went harder, teeth grazing, tongue leaving a hot trail, her hand threading into Bonnie’s hair to better expose her neck. She didn’t stop until Bonnie writhed underneath her, pleading, begging, her fingers pulling Madison’s hips towards her.

Madison dragged her to the edge of the sofa, passing Bonnie a cushion for support. She spread lube over the dildo, though Bonnie absolutely didn’t need it, considering the wetness coating her thighs. She teased the toy at Bonnie’s entrance, and she shuddered. Her heart thumped hard in her chest.

“Sit up and watch.”

Fuck.

Madison drew the tip up to her clit and back, gauging every reaction. Bonnie’s throat dried, unable to do anything other than watch the length strapped to Madison’s hips and pray she didn’t tease her too long. She bit her lip, needing her inside her again.

The devilish grin on Madison’s face sent shockwaves through Bonnie as she eased in, slowly, so slowly, she felt every centimetre as she sunk deeper. Bonnie’s head fell back, the feeling so exquisite, she had to force her eyes back open. Madison cupped her chin, her hips flush against hers, the hard lines of her abs carved into her stomach.

She pulled out, prolonging the sensation, her eyes pinned on Bonnie only heightening the pleasure as the toy stretched her. “You’re mine.” The corners of Madison’s mouth quirked. She pushed into her, the dildo sliding in with ease, before drawing it back out. “Say it.”