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CHAPTER 16
Maddison
I stare up at him, knowing my face is flushed and my body is craving to pull him inside me. I need him like I need air. It’s like he’s always been here, and I don’t know how, after this weekend, I’m ever going to let him go.
My body hums from my orgasm, and he looks pretty pleased and content with himself, as he should be. He watches my every move. I love his eyes on me.
He pulls me close as our chests press together.
He has the sexiest body I’ve ever seen, and if it were possible, the tattoos make him even hotter. I reach down and pull on his cock through the material of his jeans. I know I need to set that bad boy free.
“Let me take care of you,” I breathe.
He kisses me chastely and nods. “On the couch?”
I giggle as he lifts me off the kitchen bench, walks into the adjoining lounge area, and sits me on the edge.
“You’re so gorgeous all flushed, Mads.”
I smile, glancing up at him. I love how sexy he makes me feel. As he sits back, he reaches for me, and I climb into his lap. Reaching for his top button and wasting no time unzippinghim and reaching inside. I push my body into him as he cups my breasts in his face and my fingers wrap around his cock. He practically springs out of his jeans, like I’m unleashing the beast. “I knew you’d be big,” I murmur.
He grins, closing his eyes while I stroke up and down. I glance down as he watches, and when I can take no more, I slide off his lap onto the couch between his legs, and then to the floor without letting go. Leaning forward, I stroke his cock between my breasts as he watches with hooded eyes. I’m dying to get my mouth on him. “Gonna come on those,” he tells me.
I smile, licking my lips, bobbing my head as I lick the tip of his salty cock, and he makes the most delicious sound in the back of his throat. I never knew it could be like this, or this exciting. And once again, he made sure I got off first.
I continue to swirl my tongue over his head, tasting the pre-cum he warned me about.
I love the fact he’s so turned on and that he likes my body. I suck his head into my mouth, hearing him call out. It’s such a sweet sound. His appreciation turns me on as I reach my free hand down to my panties and rub against my swollen bud while I slide my mouth further over his cock. I know I can’t take it all, but I do the best I can without gagging. When I’m there, I pull back, letting my tongue slide and massage underneath him. When I glance up at him, he’s watching me, and then I really get going. My tongue swirls and cascades over him as I bob my head up and down, massaging and pulling as I go. My fingers work furiously against my sensitive clit, and I feel the wetness through the material.
I moan, feeling myself about to let go again. He can’t be far off himself.
“That’s it,” he encourages me. I feel him reach down to my breasts and pull on my nipples while he moves his hips to mycontinual sucking, up down, up down. “That feels so good, baby. So damned good.”
The fact we both have our hands everywhere and his dick is in my mouth, my boobs are being massaged and rubbed—it’s just too much as I pump my hand, my hips moving faster, and my mouth moving to match my pace.
I hear him moaning and making all kinds of luscious sounds.
“Babe, right there— I’m gonna come, fuck—” He reaches down, covering my hand with his, pulling out of my mouth as I sit upright. He massages his cock into submission, spurting over my breasts at the same time I orgasm with the strokes of my hand.
“Oh God, Ash.” My body quakes and shudders as my orgasm takes over my body again in successive pulses, vibrating outward and upward, taking me under. Finally, sating me, in a state of bliss when I slow. I’m aware he’s watching every move, even if he closed his eyes momentarily. My chest is dripping with his cum, and I don’t care. I let out a little giggle, and he leans into me, kissing me, not seeming to care he can taste himself.
Hot.
“Let me clean you up,” he says, scooting forward, his dick still out as he stands and gently pulls me up to my feet.
He takes my hand as he leads me down the hall to the bathroom, where he flicks on a light and grabs a washcloth, quickly dampening it under the faucet.
I move next to him and see how disheveled I look in the mirror. I feel so hot, and my hair is wilder than normal. But I look happy, and there’s a sense of ease on my satisfied face that hasn’t been there in a long while.
He hasn’t even been inside me yet. I can’t imagine what that’s going to feel like.
“That was something else,” he tells me as he wipes himself off me and washes the cloth, wringing it out, and placing it on the counter.
“You liked that?” I murmur. Feeling embarrassed about what I admitted to before. I hope he doesn’t feel the need to praise me now just because of my confession earlier.
Though I’m pretty sure from what I just witnessed, and from the look on his face even now, that he enjoyed it.
He tugs me into him and reaches down to kiss me. “Loved it. I think I’m going to have to lock you in here and never come out.”
