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I push her against the balcony, driving into her stomach with my solid manhood, as though my seed is trying to get as close to her womb as possible.
I warn myself to focus on the kiss, not all that other crazy stuff because otherwise, she’ll think I’m insane.
But fat? Fat?
The idea that my woman would describe her perfect heavenly shape like that makes me want to roar, as my possessive impulses guide my hands around her body to her plump juicy ass cheeks.
She gasps when I squeeze down, massaging her ample bountiful flesh.
Goddamn, she feels better than I imagined, shifting against me as pleasure causes her body to shudder.
“Fuck,” I snarl, breaking off the kiss but keeping my face close.
I stare directly into her eyes, reading the thousand warring emotions there, as disbelief and confidence battle with anxiety and fear.
“I need to get you somewhere private, somewhere pesky little bulldogs won’t disturb us. Come on.”
I take her hand and lead her toward the apartment.
She makes a soft moaning noise, perhaps spurred on by the hungry carnality of my grip on her, squeezing tightly she can’t have any doubts about how beautiful she is.
“Why are you doing this?” she whimpers as I lead her across the living room.
I stop and spin, staring down at her, captivated by her lips, all red and swollen from our kiss. That adorable blush has spread down into her cleavage, making it almost impossible not to palm and tease her perfect tits.
“Because you’re beautiful,” I snap. “Because you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
Because you’re mine. Because I fell for you the moment I saw your handwriting, your words. Because I didn’t believe in destiny until I met you.
“Come on,” I growl, leading her more firmly toward the bedroom.
I take her down the hallway and turn into my bedroom, to the simple but comfortable bed. There are more bookshelves in here, and the smell of paperbacks infuses everything, causing Maddie to stop and inhale deeply.
“I love the smell of books.”
I lean close, kissing her neck, eliciting a little moaning noise that – combined with the heat burning through her skin – makes the helm of my cock twitch urgently.
“I love the smell of you,” I growl.
She slowly wraps her arms around me, her hands trembling nervously, and then tightens them against my back when I kiss her faster, deeper, savoring every little noise she makes.
“Madden,” she whispers. “I think there’s something…”
But I can’t hold myself back. I can’t tame the beast inside of me.
I grind my hand up her thigh, pushing aside the fabric of her dress until I feel her bare skin against my hand.
Her sentence cuts off with a strangled moan.
I slide my hand higher and higher, knowing there’s no damn way I can stop now. There’s nothing in this world that could stop me from feeling my woman’s wet tight pussy, from driving the heel of my hand against her sex.
Her panties are soaked.
Fucking drenched.
I grind up and down against her with my hand, smearing my palm against her, spreading the wetness of her lips as she moans in an unhinged way.
It’s like she’s feeling the same way I do, with all that hot potent need coursing through her.
Pushing aside her panties, I bring my middle finger to her hole and gently rub in small circles, staring down at her as she twitches and moans.
I wish I could take a picture of her right now, with all that pleasure in her expression, with her lips twisted, her eyes flaring.
She looks up at me as she bites her lip.
“Moan, Maddie,” I snarl. “You don’t have to hold yourself back. Not with me.”
She opens her mouth to speak again, but I slip my finger inside of her, halting her words. Her hole is gorgeously tight, clamping around my finger as I drive deeper and deeper, right up inside of her. I move my finger around in small circles, teasing her innermost pleasure center, as she lets out a moan and collapses against my chest.
Faster, and faster, I move my finger, around and around in swirling unrelenting paths of pleasure.
She gasps and another wave of wetness gushes from her, squirting all over my fingers and down my hand.
“I can feel how close you are,” I snarl, my cock pulsing, the tip searing and precome sliding endlessly out of me, sticky and urgent in my underwear.
“Fuck, I need to taste you, taste your perfect hot pussy.”
She lets out a little squeal as I grab her shoulders and drag her roughly to the bed, pushing her down so she falls onto her back.
She looks up at me, her dress tangled around her thighs, her hair beautifully messy.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I tell her, prowling to the edge of the bed like the beast I am, like the beast she’s made me.
