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“Yes,” she moans, with a hint of nervousness. It’s not enough to hold her back. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Her sweet moaning gets louder as I swirl my finger with more ferocity, her hole pulsing, tension capturing her body. She’s close. I can almostsmellhow close she is, teetering on the edge, her orgasm beckoning.
Then she gasps, and I have to lean forward, releasing her breasts. I stare down at her—her breasts red from my attention, her flush spreading up her neck and over her cheeks. Her eyes are wide and glistening as she jostles up and down, every part of her bouncing, quavering in the throes of her release.
Her pussy releases all her pleasure, the orgasm turning her moans into gasping breaths. In the end, she chases her own euphoria, confidence imbuing her movements as her hips follow the rhythm of my finger.
“That’s it. Make your pussy nice and creamy for me. You’re going to take it all, Maddie.”
She shudders as the orgasm comes to an end. Then her body slows down. There are a few aftershocks that are as enthralling as the release itself. It’s as if the ecstasy won’t release her as she shifts from side to side.
Finally, I remove my hand. The urge strikes me to reach up and suck her juices from my finger. It feels like an ancient impulse, an animal drive to claim her scent, her taste, her everything.
Reaching down, I loop one arm under her knees and cradle her back with the other. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, clinging on tightly.
“Where are we going?” she whispers.
“Where do you think?”
I walk across the apartment, kicking the bedroom door open, passing the desk with mine and Maddie’s notes on it from the interview. The bedroom is simple. It has a bed and a mattress. That’s all I care about it. I lay her down gently, then stand up, my hand going for my belt.
“Wait.”
She sits up, looking scared. Scared ofme?
My hands pause. “What is it?”
“I just… this isn’t why I was here. I didn’t come here to be your sex toy. Oh, God. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let it go this far. I shouldn’t have… I should have…”
I fight my instincts as I slowly lean down, cautioning myself to be careful with my movements. Not that I think she’s some skittish prey. No, it’s me. If I move too quickly, I’ll forget I’m supposed to be a gentleman. I’ll forget she deserves to be treated like the lady she is, not a piece of meat, but telling that to the hunger inside of me is difficult. Gently, I lay my hands on her shoulders.
“Something’s wrong.”
“I justtoldyou what’s wrong,” she counters, but I detect something else in her voice.
“I’m not using you,” I say, getting dangerously close to the truth.
There’s some irony there. The truth’s what I’ve been chasing my entire life.
“This isn’t a…”
A onetime thing, I’m about to say, but then she cuts in.
“Possible,” she snaps. “I can’t just have sex with you. I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.”
“Stop apologizing,” I say firmly, “and tell me what’s really going on.”
Suddenly, she stands, brushing me away. I have no choice but to let her go unless I’m going to keep her here by force, which I would never do. Ifanyman tried to force my woman to doanything, there would be consequences. There would be hell.
“Can I get dressed?”
“You don’t have to ask.”
She walks into the next room, leaving me to stare after her, at her bare back and her disheveled skirt. I have to forcibly stop myself from charging after her, sinking my hands into those childbearing hips, dragging her to the bed, and bending her over. Slip my cock between her legs, grind until her round fullness is soaked, and then slide lower to her entrance…
Breathing slowly, I attempt to calm myself. Then I follow her into the next room.
“It’s about my mom,” she says, sitting at the kitchen island. “Okay? There it is. My mom is in love with you, and you want us to have sex?”
