The Biggest Licker - Page 21

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.

“You’re a fucking tease, aren’t you?” He asks me, fingering me so hard that even though I open my mouth to reply, no words appear. I just let out a violent sigh, my voice quivering like an out of tune violin. “Yes, you are,” he answers his own question, handling my pussy and clit masterfully. So masterfully that I already feel that sweet pressure building inside of me, pinching my skin from the inside and filling up my muscles with raw tension.

“Oh, God, oh, God,” I repeat over and over again, my mind going blank as a tidal wave of pleasure crashes against it. Right now, if you asked where I am… I wouldn’t be able to answer. I’m so out of it that I don’t even know if I can say I’m conscious right now - I’m walking between that tiny pathway between consciousness and the darkness of the unconscious, stuck in a limbo while ecstasy crushes me from both sides.

And it feels absolutely perfect.

I remain frozen in place, sitting on his lap, and I only move when the final wave of pleasure washes over me. I sigh heavily and opens my eyelids, struggling to do it - they feel as heavy as concrete.

“That was amazing,” I tell him, looking into his eyes and smiling.

“Of course it was,” he replies in a single breath, that devilish cockiness of his making his eyes glint. “I know how to handle a woman… Specially when I care for her,” he says, and I have to blink twice as my brain struggles to process the meaning behind his words. Care for her? Did I really hear him say these three words?

I look at him, having no idea what to say, and so I just kiss him. But this time our kiss feels… different. I don’t know what it is, but hearing him say that he cares about me somehow changed things. And I mean that in a good way.

I mean, Madden is wealthier than God (and as handsome as a God) and he could have any woman in the world. And here he is right now, telling me that he cares about me. Could it be just a… just a move? Is he trying to soften me up just so he can fuck me? No, I don’t think so - but still, I have to be careful. Even if he really means it, that doesn’t mean I’ll spread my legs for him. At least in the way he wants me to.

“Cat got your tongue?” He laughs softly, smiling as he tucks a lock of hair over my ear, his fingertips brushing against my face.

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