First Comes Love

I smile, finally realizing that, even though he was pleasuring me, he was pleasuring himself at the same time. No, he wasn’t stroking himself, take your mind out of the gutter. What I mean is that he drew his own pleasure from mine. And that… Well, that’s something I didn’t really think would happen. Specially with a man like Madden, used to having women throwing themselves at his feet.

“You were amazing…” I whisper as I sit up on the seat, turning to him and placing one hand on his face, my eyes still on his.

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“I know,” he laughs softly, placing one hand on my waist and pulling me into him, his lips coming for mine. I close my eyes and let him kiss me, the softness of his touch making my skin prickle.

I press my forehead against his and, taking one deep breath, I run one hand from his knee to his crotch. I curl my fingers around his cock, grabbing it through the fabric of his boxer briefs. Without even thinking of what I’m doing, I stroke his cock through his underwear; of course, that isn’t enough - for the both of us.

Moving in a hurry, I squeeze his cock, feeling it like a shoe salesman. My movements are crazy and erratic, but I don’t care - right now, I just need to see and feel his cock. And so I hook my fingers on his boxer briefs at the same time and pull them down; he raises his body a few inches from the seat, allowing me to push his underwear down to his knees, and then sits back. His cock springs free fast, pre-cum glistening on the tip, and I hear a whisper inside my mind: let him do it, let him fuck you. You know you want it, Megan.

Sweet Jesus, even my mind seems to be working against me. It hurts, but I can’t let that happen - no matter how bad I want it to happen. Swear to God, I have no idea how I’ve managed to restrain myself this far.

“I can’t let you fuck me, Madden,” I tell him with a smile but, truth be told, I’m saying this just to stop myself from doing something crazy. “A cock this big wouldn’t fit inside me.”

“Oh, it’d fit, I swear,” he laughs back at me, and that’s when I grab his huge member and feel the warmness of his flesh. Flicking my wrist, I let my fingers move up and down the length of his shaft, and it doesn’t take long for me to be stroking with the fury of a madwoman. I don’t know, but it’s almost as if my frustration from not having him fuck me has taken over my hand.

“Maybe it’d fit in my mouth?” I ask him with a purr, but I already know the answer - if a cock as big as Tristan’s fit inside my mouth, Madden’s will fit as well. But there’s nothing like going for it and trying, right? And so that’s exactly what I do: I let my gaze fall from his eyes to his cock, and my mouth follows suit shortly after.

I part my lips and rest over the tip of his cock; slowly rolling them down, I take the whole head of his cock into my mouth and I suck on it, feeling the saltiness of his pre-cum coating my tongue. With a heavy sigh of pleasure, Madden rests his hands on my head and I immediately know what he wants - and I give it to him.

Throwing all restraint to the wind, I move my lips down his cock as fast as I can and take his long inches inside me, the tip of his monstrous cock slamming against the back of my throat. Then, without a break to my movements, I start bobbing my head up and down as fast as I can, the sound of my lips moving over his flesh filling the whole limo.

“Fuck, Megan, that feels so fucking good,” he groans, feeling the motion of my head with his fingers. I hear him throw his head back against the headrest, his cock throbbing hard against my tongue, and that just makes me go even harder.

I suck on him greedily, devouring his cock as if I needed to do it in order to survive. And it feels amazing - in a way, I can see how he took pleasure from pleasuring me… And that’s because I’m feeling the same thing right now. That’s how sex should be, I think - more than being about your own pleasure, it should be surrendering to that intimate connection between two people, a connection that strips all possessiveness away from pleasure. It belongs to no one and, at the same time, it belongs to everyone involved.

God, I never thought that having a twelve-inch cock buried deep inside my mouth would make me this inspired.

“I want your cum… All of it,” I say between breaths as I take his cock out of my mouth. I don’t wait for his reply and I just take a deep breath and gobble up his whole cock again, moving my lips down until they’re against the skin at the root of his cock.

Now using both my mouth and my hand, I suck and stroke him at the same time, hell bent on pushing him to the point of no return. And I feel that he’s really, really close - his breathing is growing more ragged with each passing second, and he’s running his fingers through my hair as if he had no idea what to do with his hands.

“You want my cum… You’ll get it,” he says with a groan, and a fraction of a second later his cock twitches inside my mouth. Next thing I know, Madden groans even louder, and his cock starts gushing his seed into me; it’s warm, salty and gooey, and it’s everything I want right now.

It doesn’t take long for my mouth to be filled to the brim, but he stills keeps on cumming, each time his cock twitches unleashing a new dose of cum over my tongue. I feel strands of it escaping from between my lips and dripping down his shaft, but I remain in place as he cums, refusing to let go of his cock before he’s through.

“That was fuckin’ incredible,” Madden sighs all of a sudden, his cock spasming one last time over my tongue. I keep it inside my mouth a couple of seconds more and then, sure that he has given me all his seed, I finally slide his cock out of my mouth.

Sitting up straight, I look into Madden’s eyes and do what I wanted to do ever since I felt the tip of his cock with my tongue - I swallow. The raw taste of his semen goes down my throat before finally landing on my stomach, and I run my tongue over my lips to pick up any stray bead of his cum.

“Of course it was,” I laugh, allowing myself to act a bit like him. Sometimes it feels good to be a bit cocky.

Without saying a word, Madden just throws his arm over my shoulders and pulls me close softly; I rest my head against his shoulder and close my eyes, enjoying the closeness between our bodies.

Shit, this feels so good.

Megan

The ride up the elevator to the hotel suite is full of tension. I have no idea what I should do once we’re back in the room. Part of me wants so badly to give in and let what happened in the limo just continue right on through the night. It would be so easy.

Madden opens the suite with his key card and ushers me in ahead of him. I walk into the living area and turn to face him as he walks slowly toward me. Almost stalking, as if I’m his prey. When he reaches me, the corner of his mouth ticks up, his eyes gleaming with lust.

“You were amazing tonight, Megan.” He lifts a hand to my neck, stroking gently across the sensitized skin, sending chills through my body. Leaning in even closer, pressing his still-hard cock against my hip, he lowers his mouth to my ear, nibbling on the lobe as his warm breath causes my blood to rush through my body, pounding in my ears so loudly I can barely think.

“Come to my room with me,” he whispers softly. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

I’m so close to giving in, but those words bring me back to my senses. Because that’s the thing. I would regret it. Forever.