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“I need you to be a good girl, Maddison, or I’m going to have to use this to keep you still.” He runs the satin tie across my ass, delicately. The soft, cloud-like material causes me to shiver.
"Okay?”
I nod, turning my cheek against the mattress to catch his eyes. Never in my life have I been more turned on. I can feel how wet I am, and if I wasn’t absolutely insane with lust, I would almost be embarrassed at the way I feel the wetness dripping over my clit as I lie open and exposed for him.
Briggs walks up behind me and grabs a handful of my ass. Each cheek fitting perfectly in his large palms as he spreads me open farther, and groans when he does.
“You’re perfect, and you’re fucking mine, Maddison,” he whispers, then licks from my clit to the sensitive, tight bud that’s never been touched by anyone, before I can even respond.
A foreign, needy sound escapes my lips as he begins feasting on me. He flattens his tongue on my clit then flicks it over and over until I’m pushing back against his mouth, my hands fisting the sheets so hard that my knuckles have turned white.
I’m going out of my mind. I feel the edges of my vision blurring black as an orgasm threatens to swallow me whole.
“Good girl, hands on the mattress. Don’t come until I tell you to, Maddison.”
Each time he says, “good girl,” my pussy clenches, and my clit throbs.
I never knew how much I liked praise until it fell from Briggs lips. How much I needed to hear him call me a good girl and tell me how perfect I look.
It makes me burn brighter, makes my skin feel as if I’m burning from the inside.
“You like it when I call you a good girl, Maddison? I know you do because your pussy is dripping for me,” he whispers, then buries his head back between my legs as he eats me from behind.
“Please,” I beg as he works on my needy clit, “please, Briggs.”
Pushing a finger inside me, I clench around him as he thrusts deeper, rubbing against the hypersensitive flesh of my G-spot. I’ve spent years trying to find that very spot myself, and Briggs finds it the second he slides his fingers inside me.
“You’re so tight, Maddison, Goddamnit.” He groans. Looking back, I watch as he palms his cock through his pants roughly, and I’m so close to disobeying him and letting go.
“I’m so close, I’m going to fall over the edge at any moment.”
He slides another finger inside me and curls them both up, then brings his mouth to my clit as he sucks while fucking me with his fingers.
“Come on my tongue,” he says.
When he grazes his teeth along my clit, I detonate.
Crying out against the sheets, coming so hard that, for a moment, my body sways, my back arches against his mouth, and I let go.
“That’s it, baby, fuck yeah.”
I shake and tremble with the power of my orgasm. Briggs knows exactly how to play my body as he pulls every ounce of pleasure from me, until I’m a pile of bones. I fall into a heap on the bed, my legs too heavy to hold me up any longer.
Briggs walks over and pushes my sweat-soaked, now tangled hair out of my face. “Was that okay? I might have went too far too-”
“No.” I place my finger over his lips that are still glistening with my wetness. It coats the short stubble of his chin and suddenly makes me want him again, even though I just had my first orgasm in what felt like months. “It was perfect. I loved everything about it.”
He nods, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, then sucks my finger into his mouth playfully, circling his tongue around the tip. It reminds me of what I’d like to do to him now, if I had an ounce of energy left inside me.
“Good, because do you know how long I’ve waited for this? Fucking dreamed about it since the night at the inn? How many times I dreamt of this exact moment?”
I nod because I know exactly what he means because I have too. Even though I shouldn’t have, I dreamed of him for months. The taste of his tongue, the feel of his lips as they brushed against my body.
He stands in front of the bed and begins to unbutton the white, starched shirt. Every button he frees, opens the shirt up farther, exposing the flat expanse of his chest. The abs I begin to count, but lose track somewhere around six, when the dark mat of hair, just under his belly button, comes into view.
They call it a happy trail for a reason, and suddenly I want my tongue tracing it. Arousal snakes up my body as he undresses in front of me. I can hardly believe that this man is mine.
“Stop looking at me like that, baby,” he rasps. His fingers begin to unhook his belt, letting it fall free just as he pops open the button of his slacks and lowers the zipper.
