I look into his eyes as he cups my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh, and I find myself without an answer. I open my mouth to reply, but then I just close it again - I truly don’t know what answer to give him.
“Don’t try to play me, Madden,” I finally find the courage to say, and then I lean into him and softly bite on his lower lips, pulling it back between my teeth. “I’m a grown woman.”
“Yes, you are,” he whispers, that mischievous darkness in his voice turning the space between my thighs into a wet mess. You’d think that after what happened with Tristan, I’d be able to see things more clearly now - but it’s just the opposite. That moment with Tristan just made me crave them both even more, my body comple
tely addicted to the rush that comes from having a perfect man chasing after you.
Still with that wicked grin on his face, Madden takes one hand off of my ass and moves it up my back, only stopping when he rests it on the nape of my neck. Then, tangling his fingers on my hair, he yanks on it and forces me to throw my head back; the moment I do it he leans forward, opening his mouth and crushing it against my skin. He kisses and nibbles at my skin, and my sighs of pleasure slowly start turning into moans.
Bucking my hips at him again, I let a seductive sway take over my body. I press my pussy against his cock and grind against him, fully knowing that I’m driving him crazy with each passing second.
Letting go of my hair, he places both hands on my ass again and leaves them there, feeling the sway of my body as I dance over his cock. Our mouths find each other fast and, next thing I know, my eyes are closed and we’re kissing wildly, our tongues waging war against one another.
Squeezing my ass cheeks, he allows one wandering finger to move over to my ass crack, and he brushes his fingertip over the tiny piece of fabric that covers it. Teasing me, he makes sure to apply a kind of maddening pressure every time his finger moves over my asshole, and that just makes me rock my hips even harder.
Pulling my mouth off of his, I lay my hands on his chest and run my fingers down the length of his tie. He watches me do it, never taking his hands off of my ass, and I loosen his tie, popping out the top button of his shirt immediately after. Undoing the knot on his tie, I pull it from around his neck and then let it slip off my fingers; wasting no time, I get to work on his shirt again, undoing button after button and revealing the hard muscles that cover his chest.
My knuckles brush against his abs as I keep on going lower, and that’s almost enough to make me lose it. With a growl dawning on the back of my throat, I untuck his shirt and then turn my hands into claws, harshly running my fingernails down from his chest to his abs, feeling every groove and ridge in his body. There’s only one word to describe how gloriously handsome Madden is, and that word is none other than ‘fuckable’. Sure, it might not be a pretty word, but that doesn’t make it any less truth.
“Enjoying the sight?” He asks me, perhaps noticing the way my eyes have become glazed as I take in the perfection of his body.
“You have no idea,” I purr, allowing my fingers to slide down to his waist; I brush my thumbs over his belt and then unbuckle it, the metallic jingle of it coming undone like music to my ears. “But now I want to see the rest,” I continue, grabbing the hem of his pants and pulling on them as hard as I can, forcing the top button to pop out and the zipper to fly down in a hurry. His cock tents up his boxer briefs in a fraction of a second, and it does it so harshly I wouldn’t be surprised if his huge member simply ripped its way out of the fabric.
Holding my breath, I take my hand to his cock and flatten my palm against it, pressing hard against it. I feel it pulse and throb against my fingers, and I feel my mind spin as I imagine what it’d feel like to have it inside my pussy, sliding in and out of me at a frantic pace…
Okay, Megan, get a hold of yourself.
“You like it, don’t you?” Madden asks me, finally easing up on the way with which he was squeezing my ass cheeks and teasing my hole.
“Maybe,” I reply, tightening my grip around his shaft and enjoying the way the lines in his face seem to deepen.
“You’re a terrible liar, Megan,” he chuckles, taking his hands to my knees and sliding them up to my thighs. On the way up, he hooks his fingers on the hemline of my dress and pulls it up as well, bunching it up around my waist.
I say nothing as he lets his thumbs fall over my waist, the pressure of his fingers on my inner thighs making my pussy burn with desire. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, hearing the gentle purr of the engine coming from underneath us. Throwing my arms over his shoulders, I grab the headrest behind him, feeling the leather under my fingertips, and buck my hips against him as hard as I can.
He groans as I crush my pussy against his hard cock, and so I do it again. And again. I do it until my pussy becomes so wet I feel myself becoming dehydrated, and then I do it some more for good measure. And that’s when Madden grabs me by the waist and forces me to stop; he pulls me back a few inches and then, moving fast, he flattens the palm of his right hand over my pussy.
“Oh,” I breathe out, enjoying the way his fingers move slowly over the wet fabric of my thong. He rubs my pussy in gentle circles, his movements hypnotizing me, and I just press my forehead against his as he does it. Then, flicking my thong to the side, he runs his index finger down the length of my aching pussy. He does it a few times, and then finally rests his fingertip over my clit, gently pressing down on it. I feel electricity crackling up my spine, my heart pumping adrenaline into my bloodstream as my thoughts become scattered inside my head.
I can barely think right now. Sinful images are flooding my mind, each one of them portraying something so deliciously wicked that I have to take another deep breath to try and push these thoughts to some hidden corner. I can’t surrender to desire like this, or else I’ll be surrendering my pussy to his cock soon.
“I want this pussy,” Madden tells me, his voice hoarse and loaded with lust. “I need it.” As he speaks, he rubs my clit with the precision of a man that has more experience than the common mortal, and I let a purr tumble out of my mouth.
“How much do you want it? How much do you need it?” I ask him without opening my eyes, and he lets his index finger fall down from my clit, his finger running down the length of my pussy lips.
“More than I need the air to breathe, Megan,” he says, parting my folds and sliding his finger inside my pussy, doing it so slowly that my mind almost explodes. When he presses his fingertip against my G-spot, my eyes start rolling in their orbits and I feel my insides clenching hard, already anticipating a violent orgasm.
But that orgasm still hasn’t come for me, and so Madden gets to work. He turns his hand around, allowing his thumb to fall over my clit, and then slides one more finger inside me. Flicking his wrist, he starts fingering my pussy, going fast and hard right from the start, while at the same time he strokes my clit with a kind of controlled fury.
“You sure know how to use these fingers,” I chuckle, feeling lightheaded, and rock my hips softly, the coming and going motion of my body matching the way he pistons his fingers into me.
“I know how to use other things as well,” he whispers, and his words are like a poison: they infiltrate my mind, planting seeds of desire, and I have to grit my teeth in order to stop myself from succumbing to his spell.
It’s a dangerous ordeal, though.
What I did with Tristan, and now what I’m doing with Madden… I know I’m playing a dangerous game. I’m walking along the edge of a knife and, even though I’ve managed to avoid getting cut, that won’t last for long - my self-control has its limits, after all.
“I’m sure you do,” I say, trying to infuse some semblance of strength and confidence into my words. “But you won’t use that cock of yours today,” I continue, leaning in and biting so hard on his lower lip that I almost draw blood. I’m trying to tease him but, to be honest, my words are teasing me as well. It’s a two-way street.