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“You’re a fucking tease, aren’t you?” He asks me, fingering me so hard that even though I open my mouth to reply, no words appear. I just let out a violent sigh, my voice quivering like an out of tune violin. “Yes, you are,” he answers his own question, handling my pussy and clit masterfully. So masterfully that I already feel that sweet pressure building inside of me, pinching my skin from the inside and filling up my muscles with raw tension.
“Oh, God, oh, God,” I repeat over and over again, my mind going blank as a tidal wave of pleasure crashes against it. Right now, if you asked where I am… I wouldn’t be able to answer. I’m so out of it that I don’t even know if I can say I’m conscious right now - I’m walking between that tiny pathway between consciousness and the darkness o
f the unconscious, stuck in a limbo while ecstasy crushes me from both sides.
And it feels absolutely perfect.
I remain frozen in place, sitting on his lap, and I only move when the final wave of pleasure washes over me. I sigh heavily and opens my eyelids, struggling to do it - they feel as heavy as concrete.
“That was amazing,” I tell him, looking into his eyes and smiling.
“Of course it was,” he replies in a single breath, that devilish cockiness of his making his eyes glint. “I know how to handle a woman… Especially when I care for her,” he says, and I have to blink twice as my brain struggles to process the meaning behind his words. Care for her? Did I really hear him say these three words?
I look at him, having no idea what to say, and so I just kiss him. But this time our kiss feels… different. I don’t know what it is, but hearing him say that he cares about me somehow changed things. And I mean that in a good way.
I mean, Madden is wealthier than God (and as handsome as a God) and he could have any woman in the world. And here he is right now, telling me that he cares about me. Could it be just a… just a move? Is he trying to soften me up just so he can fuck me? No, I don’t think so - but still, I have to be careful. Even if he really means it, that doesn’t mean I’ll spread my legs for him. At least in the way he wants me to.
“Cat got your tongue?” He laughs softly, smiling as he tucks a lock of hair over my ear, his fingertips brushing against my face.
“Oh, shut up,” I shoot back at him, taking one hand back to his crotch and feeling his still hard cock.
“What if I don’t want to shut up? Are you going to make me?” He teases me, narrowing his eyes into slits. He’s trying to make me lose control, I know it… And, hell, it’s working. My pussy is burning from the inside out, and I need something more than to just have his fingers on me.
“Yes, I’ll make you,” I find myself saying, a wicked thought popping into my mind. Using my lower legs as leverage against the leather seat, I lift my hips up and then stand up over Madden, my feet on either side of his legs. He looks up at me, placing his hands on my knee and sliding them up to my thighs; grinning wildly, he grabs the fabric from my thong that laces my outer thighs and starts pulling it down my legs. I hold my breath as I feel the fabric sliding down my skin, and then I raise one foot at a time, kicking off my thong to the floor of the limo.
Never taking my eyes off his, I take my hands to my shoulders and, doing it as slowly as I can, I push the straps of my dress down my arms. The front of my dress droops over my breasts, revealing the outer edge of my bra, and I smile as I see Madden’s eyes widening with anticipation. He’s enjoying my impromptu strip, no doubt about it.
“Enjoying the view?” I ask him with a purr, tugging on my dress and sending it down to my waist, my nipples becoming so hard against the inside of the bra that they might cut through the fabric.
“I always enjoy the view whenever my eyes are on you,” he tells me without thinking twice about his answer, and I can’t help but offer him a pleased smile. Now that the kind of answer a woman likes to hear, Madden, I think to myself as I take my hands behind my back and free the clasp of my bra. Moving my shoulders up and down teasingly, I let the straps slide down my arms and place both my hands over my breasts, grabbing the cups and stopping them from falling off my body.
Then, easing the pressure off my fingers, I start uncovering my breasts slowly. When my rosy nipples finally come into sight, the expression in Madden’s face becomes a priceless one. His eyes are wide with desire, and his parted lips give him the look of a man with a single-track mind. Right now, I can tell you that there’s not a single thought inside his eyes - he’s just enjoying the moment, living in the present tense.
Jesus, I don’t know what it is about Madden and Tristan, but sex with them (even though we never really did it) is akin to something transcendental. It just goes beyond the physical realm, forcing us to float up into some higher dimension where everything makes sense.
And, right now, what makes sense is being as wicked as I can possibly be.
Allowing the bra to fall from my breasts, I then sway my hips from side to side and let my dress fall down my legs. I kick it off to the side and now, completely naked (well, aside from my high heels), I offer Madden a devilish grin.
“You said you wanted my pussy didn’t you?” I ask him, my heart feeling like a war drum inside my chest.
“I did.”
“You said you needed it.”
“I did,” he repeats, his words growing heavier each time he says them.
“Then here it is,” I whisper, moving fast and raising one leg. I place my heel against the seat, next to his face, and then tangle my fingers in his hair and yank on it, pulling him toward me as I move my hips forward.
Allowing me to take control, he just takes his hands to my ass cheeks and opens his mouth wide, crushing it against my wet pussy without wasting a single second. I throw my head back and let a moan explode in my mouth, Madden’s tongue pushing its way past my inner lips and jabbing at my insides. More than kissing or sucking, he eats me out with an urgent need, doing it like a man that has just found the most marvelous thing in the whole universe.
“Oh, Madden,” I sigh, moving my hips and rubbing my pussy against his face, the tip of his nose brushing against my clit. He still has his hands on my ass cheeks, his fingers digging into my flesh and keeping me in place. “I… I… Oh, God, I love it,” I moan, yanking on his hair so hard that I’m surprised I didn’t tear any out off his scalp.
He doesn’t respond back - after all, his mouth is pretty busy right now - but I can almost feel that his answer would be ‘of course you love it.’
Gritting my teeth, I keep on thrusting against his face; still grabbing my ass, he spreads my cheeks wide and caresses my crack with one finger. He runs it up and down, always slowing down when he goes over my hole, and my mind starts boiling as I anticipate what his next move is going to be.
Now holding his hand still, he presses his index finger against my ass hole and, slow and carefully, he starts sliding it in. I hold my breath as he does it, my whole body tensing up so much that my muscles feel as if they’re about to pop like a balloon.
