Unconventional

Chase was pulling back. Trying to stop the inevitable. But my grip on his cock was strong. My lips, swollen from all the sucking, sealed tightly over his beautiful, glistening shaft.

“Madison, I—”

“Mmm-hmm…” I hummed, giving him the go ahead. Letting him know exactly what I wanted.

I felt him relax, and accept his fate. Chase’s hand sifted frantically into my hair. He began pumping my face, returning to the rhythm we’d already worked up, rather than trying to fight against it.

“Oh… oh holy shit…”

He erupted in three huge blasts, followed by a series of smaller, powerful ones. I couldn’t possibly take it all. I swallowed as much as I could, my cheeks bowing as some of his warm seed spilled from the sides, dripping down onto my neck and chest.

It felt hot. Sinful. Utterly dirty.

I totally fucking loved it.

Julian — having just watched this — tightened his grip on my hips. I felt his fingers dig in. His hands curl into claws as his whole body went rigid.

“Come in me…” I gasped, my hair spinning as I turned to look over my shoulder. “Come in me baby… oh God! Come in me….”

Two seconds later he did just that, blasting off inside me for the first time. I watched his face as he did it. Felt that warm wave of pride and satisfaction, as his eyes screwed shut and his back arched and his cock went off like a piston, thumping and throbbing, somewhere deep in my womb.

Holy SHIT Madison!

I took a mental snapshot, searing the moment into my brain. The time two powerful, muscle-bound men pumped their come into my body, simultaneously, from opposite ends.

“Ohhh… Oh fuck me…”

I collapsed sideways, into the softness of my bed. My eyes closed — just temporarily — and the next thing I knew a pillow was being placed under my cheek.

“Thanks…”

My voice suddenly seemed drowsy and very far away. Exhaustion had caught up with me all at once.

“I… I really…”

I stopped, unable to remember wh

at I was saying. I felt elation. Contentment. Love.

Love?

Delirium set in, as my eyes refused to obey any orders to open. Eventually I gave in, my soft, naked body surrendering completely as I fell fast asleep… while being spooned from in front and behind.

Thirty-Six

MADISON

I was on a roller-coaster, moving fast. Sweeping, turning, sailing high over some unknown boardwalk pier, then plunging low, as my stomach dropped out beneath me.

The ride should’ve been terrifying. No track could’ve withstood the abrupt turns and impossible angles that flung me left and right, up and down. Finally the car left the tracks and went sailing off into the sky, leaving me all alone.

And for some reason I wasn’t afraid.

Instead of dropping, I rose higher into the air. The car disappeared beneath me, and in that moment I was flying — sweeping along a winding river. Dipping under bridges and over embankments without a single care as to where I was, until I was soaring over a vast, moonlit pond.

I slowed without slowing. Hovered weightlessly in the air, until I felt myself dropping slowly downward into the mirror-like surface of the water.

The pond was warm. Soothing and comforting. As the waters enveloped and accepted me, I felt a sense of serenity unlike anything I’d ever experienced. In both body and mind, I was calm. Peaceful. Totally at ease.