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“Is this okay?” I breathlessly ask, my brain able to see through the lust for a mere moment.
“Yes,” she pants, biting her lip. “Keep going.”
That’s all the response I need, and I kiss the side of her mouth before working my way down her elongated neck, which she tips backward, granting me full access to her delicious-smelling skin. I kiss over her racing pulse, and I can’t help but draw her flesh into my mouth and mark her, as I want the world to know I’m the person responsible for the red, passionate wound.
She moans and gasps, and my fuck, those sounds have my dick punching a hole through my pants, demanding to break out and join the party. Her skin pops free, and I kiss lower and lower until I reach the junction of her swelling breasts. I pull back, needing a moment to really appreciate their beauty because they are thehottesttits I have ever seen.
“These are fucking amazing,” I say, cupping one full mound and then the other.
Madison moans and arches into my touch, my hand barely covering her breasts.
Her bra is black lace, and as her tight pink nipples poke through the see-through material, my mouth waters. When I lower the lace cup, her boob pops free, and I growl low in my throat as the sight is like nothing I’ve ever seen before.
“Holy shit.” I sigh in appreciation. “I knew they were incredible.” I reach forward, gently circling her nipple while she shivers. “But tits as perfect as these should be illegal.” I bend forward, capturing her nipple into my mouth.
She cries out and wriggles beneath me, encouraging me to continue as she threads her fingers through my hair and pulls hard.
“Oh my God,” she whimpers, her head thrashing from side to side.
“You like that,angelo?” I ask around her nipple while she groans in response.
I can’t help myself, and it’s like a boob buffet as I place my hand underneath her heavy breast and suck it into my mouth. Fuck whoever said a handful is more than enough because right now, I’m swimming in tits, and I want more.
I yank down the other cup and brush my thumb over her nipple while tonguing the other something wicked.
“Oh, fuck,” she half cries, half yells, her fingers yanking at my hair, her hips rising to meet my raging hard-on, and the movement sends me wild.
Still sucking and laving at her breast, I walk my hand down between us, wanting to feel her muscles clench around my fingers when she comes, calling out my name. I unsnap her button, and the moment I do, I feel her body freeze underneath me. But my brain and body are two separate entities, and I keep going, my need to bury myself within her fueling my every move.
I lower her zipper and am madly trying to seek refuge inside, but her words have me halting instantly. I pull my hand out like I’ve just been burned.
“No. No. No. No.” Madison is repeating over and over, her voice low and guttural, her eyes shut tight, her head moving from side to side.
“Madison?” I ask, pulling away, alarmed by her obvious distress.
She seems to be in a trance, so I instantly get off her and gently touch her shoulder, as I’m concerned she’s stuck in an awful memory—a memory I resurfaced because of my greedy hands.
“Madison,” I say, louder this time, shaking her shoulder a touch harder, as I’m afraid she’ll go into shock.
“Don’t touch me!” she cries, her face a deathly white.
I pull my hands away and sit back on my heels. Not touching her seems to calm her down, but her anguished wails reveal she’s still lost in the past.
“Madison, it’s Dixon. You’re safe,angelo. No one is going to hurt you. I’m here…shh, I’m here.”
My words have the desired effect, and her weeping dies down to small, weakened cries. But I wait and allow her to crawl out of her nightmare because these are her demons, and she needs to be ready to face them on her own.
Her eyes slowly slip open, red and raw from crying, and she looks around the room, frantically taking in her surroundings. She calms down when she sees where she is, which is obviously not where she thought she was.
“Madison?” I ask cautiously, my hands raised, showing I mean no harm. “Are you okay? What just happened?”
The moment she hears my voice, her terrified eyes meet mine and then drop to her exposed chest. Her once white cheeks are now stained a bright red, and her hands fly up to cover her nakedness.
“Oh God, what have I done?” she whispers, fresh tears filling her eyes.
She jumps up and rearranges herself as she frantically slips on her tee, her eyes darting around the room, looking for her bag. “I’m sorry, I have to go,” she says in a rushed breath, but she won’t meet my eyes.
“Madison, talk to me,” I demand, leaping off the bed and reaching for her arm.
