He slides my dress off, letting it pool at my feet, and I step out of my heels. My dress wasn’t exactly made for wearing a bra, so I’m now naked before him except for my lace thong.
“Fuck, Madison, you are so gorgeous,” he growls. The low rumble of it makes my pussy clench, and I feel myself get even wetter than I already am.
My breath comes out in pants, that’s how much I want him. How desperate I am to have him.
He turns me abruptly in his arms, bending his head to capture my nipple in his mouth. I let my head fall back as he alternates soft strokes of his tongue with intense nips with his teeth. The alternating sensations are enough to send me spiraling into even more of a frenzy.
I return my hands to his jeans, shoving them down, boxer briefs included, and take him in my hand.
A loud moan escapes. He is so hard. And huge. I don’t know how he’s even going to fit, that’s how big he is. But I sure as hell want to find out.
“Zander,” I gasp. “Need you.”
I take another step backward, the back of my knees hitting the couch, and we tumble down. His muscular body nearly crushes mine as he falls on top of me, but he catches himself, his huge biceps bulging as he hovers over me, his cock jutting toward me, ready to take me.
“Now,” I plead.
Zander reaches for his jeans and pulls out a condom, ripping it open and rolling it on in seconds before he positions himself at my entrance.
His eyes bore into mine, asking a silent question. Giving a silent warning. Last chance to back out.
Yeah right.
I arch my hips toward his, welcoming him.
And he fills me in one violent thrust. I didn’t expect anything else from this man. He’s all raw energy and fierce intention. That much was clear on the train.
And he’s no different now as he strokes me, pounds into me, filling me so completely. More than I’ve ever been filled.
I cry out as he slams into me over and over. I clutch his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh.
Zander hooks an arm under one of my knees and pulls it high, opening me wider, fucking me deeper.
“I’m going to cum,” I pant out.
He drops his head, taking my nipple in his mouth again and sucking hard. I feel the climax build, my pussy tightening around his thick cock.
But when he slips that finger back behind me and slides it in, filling me and stretching me even more, I fly over the edge. Screaming. Clawing.
Coming harder than I ever have in my life. Over and over again my pussy squeezes his cock, clamping down as wave after wave of ecstasy wracks my body.
And when he lets go, his huge dick throbbing as jet after jet of pleasure pours out, it sends me on another shattering wave of ecstasy that threatens to destroy me for any other man ever.
Zander
I pace back and forth across the pavement in front of Madison’s apartment, feeling like a fucking stalker. I don’t know what it is. She got under my skin.
After I left her apartment last Saturday morning, I didn’t know what to make of the situation. It was some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had in my life, and something in me just wanted to stick around all day.
I don’t do that.
So I left. And she seemed okay with that, not revealing anything as she stood in the doorway in a silky white robe and kissed me goodbye.
But all week she’s the only thing I’ve been able to think of. How is that even possible? I’ve spent my entire adult life without making attachments. It’s never been an option. My life was too dangerous, and I couldn’t afford distractions.
But now? Now I don’t know where I’m going or what I’m doing next. My whole future is spread out before me. And part of me wants to see if there is a chance Madison could fit into it somehow.
I also have no clue what she was thinking. What she was feeling. Was she just responding to the traumatic situation of what happened on the 6 Train? It’s not uncommon for someone to have a reaction to stress that isn’t how they would normally behave. And I got the distinct impression from Madison—despite her being a total vixen in bed—that bringing strangers home is not her M.O.