Текст книги "Addicted to Sin"
Автор книги: Monica James
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Well, that was a little dramatic, but I never expected anything less from her.
Letting out a deep breath, I walk to the kitchen, desperate for a much-needed scotch to deal with Hurricane Juliet.
I’m not sorry this has happened; quite frankly, I’m relieved. I know that probably makes me a heartless bastard, but dragging this on for a second longer would make me a fucking heartless bastard. I down the contents of my drink, and just as I pour myself another, there’s a knock at my door.
Silently cursing, I throw back my scotch, knowing I will probably need another hit. When the knock sounds once again, I groan, because if Juliet is standing behind my door, I just might slam it shut in her face. Madison will be here any minute, and I really don’t want Juliet to be standing in my apartment, half nude, when she arrives.
“What?” I bark, opening the door with force.
“Fuck you, too,” Hunter says, looking totally bored as he leans against the doorjamb, looking at his watch. “What took you so long? Are you baking brownies and listening to Michael Bolton while you get ready for your slumber party?” he says, pushing off the doorframe and shoving past me.
“Hi, Hunter. Please, won’t you come inside,” I sarcastically quip, shutting the door behind me. “What are you doing here?” I ask, following him as he walks into my kitchen and helps himself to a beer.
“I was bored,” he replies with a shrug. “All my friends are supposedly busy, so I thought, what the hell, I’ll go annoy my best friend.”
“That’s a lovely story,” I say, “but Madison will be here any minute now. So how ’bout you go annoy Finch?”
“Hell no,” Hunter scoffs, taking a sip of beer. “I predict here will be a lot more fun than over at the Millers’. And besides, I wanna meet Cherry Pie.”
When I roll my eyes, Hunter faux gasps. “What? Are you ashamed of me?” He bites his knuckle, pretending to cry.
Scoffing at his melodramatics, I press. “Hunt, I’m serious, you gotta go.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re right, I am ashamed of you,” I reply with a grin.
Hunter mockingly laughs at my comment, but doesn’t take offense as he boosts himself up and takes a seat on my kitchen counter, happily sipping his beer. I know he’s not going to leave without some form of bribery, so I rack my brain, wondering what I can use to entice him.
“Debbie Does Dallas,” I spit out, hoping like hell this works.
It’s like dangling a carrot in front of a very horny donkey and Hunter stops mid-sip, lowering the bottle with a smirk.
“I want the Blu-ray special edition, and a stack of old-school Jenna. Please and thank you,” he says, waving his beer in my direction, in total understanding of my offer.
“Fine. As soon as you get these, you are leaving, understood?”
“Scout’s honor,” he says, flipping me off, which is his version of the scout salute.
It’s good enough for me, and I race to my bedroom, hoping like hell I find these suckers asap because I haven’t watched them in a long time—a small perk of having Juliet on call, but honestly, I would much rather the porn.
Rummaging through my cabinet, I find a stack of Jenna oldies, but for the life of me, I can’t find Debbie Does Dallas. Grabbing a stack of discs, I look over at the clock and see that it’s 6:50 p.m. Madison will be here any minute, which means I need Hunter gone in seconds. These discs will have to do, but let’s face facts, it’s porn, and any porn will do.
“I can’t find Debbie, but will Riding Miss Daisy and Legally Boned do?” I ask, blindly walking into the kitchen and holding up the discs so I can read the titles off the covers. “Hunt?” I say, when he doesn’t reply.
I’m completely distracted looking at the picture of the busty blonde on the front cover, and it’s only when I hear a throat clearing that I raise my eyes to see what’s going on. The moment I see who’s standing in front of me, the discs go flying behind my shoulder and into the living area because Madison is standing before me, looking beyond embarrassed, while Hunter is standing beside her, looking beyond amused.
“Madison…Hi. Hello,” I say with a stiff upper lip, eyeballing a grinning Hunter. “You’re early.”
Madison nods, her cheeks flustered and blistering a bright red. “Hi, um, yeah. Sorry if I…interrupted,” she says, fiddling with her backpack shoulder strap.
Hunter coughs to cover his laugh, while I continue glaring at him.
“It’s fine, you weren’t interrupting anything. Hunter was just collecting his belongings, which he asked me to mind while his house was, er, getting renovated. They are in no way mine, nor have I watched them,” I lamely explain, and Hunter coughs louder.
Madison nods, but thankfully doesn’t address my obvious lie, nor does she go running for the door, afraid to spend the night at a porn fiend’s house.
“Here, let me take your bag,” I offer, and extend my hand so I can take the backpack from her shoulder.
“Thanks,” she says, and the moment my fingers brush over her skin, my body hums in exhilaration, thrilled that she’s spending the night.
“This is Hunter, by the way,” I say, nodding my chin to my friend, who is smiling from ear to ear.
“Oh, the Hunter?” she replies with a wink that only I can see.
“The one and only, sweet cheeks,” he replies with a confident swagger as he shakes her hand.
Madison laughs while I sigh.
“That wasn’t a compliment, you moron,” I declare with a grin, and Hunter looks at Madison, who nods, playing along with my ploy.
Hunter’s poise falters and he backtracks. “I’m not sure what he told you, but I can assure you, it’s all lies.”
Madison looks like she’s playfully observing him as she raises an eyebrow and replies, “I don’t think so. I think he went light on you, actually.”
“Oh yeah?” he rebukes.
“Oh yeah,” she confirms with a mischievous smile.
Hunter looks to be totally engaged by her and I shake my head, leaving them to it, as I have a feeling Madison can handle herself around my friend.
Stepping into the hallway, I quickly gather the pornographic evidence and toss them into a drawer as I enter my bedroom. I place Madison’s bag by my bed, and take a small breath, as the past twenty minutes have left me winded. The evening has not gone to plan, what with Juliet’s impromptu visit, and now Madison thinking I’m some sick porn collector. I can only hope it gets better from here on in.
As I hear Madison laughing in the kitchen, I quickly compose myself and head back out there because she is alone with Hunter, and God knows what he’ll say unsupervised.
“What did I miss?” I ask, attempting to appear casual.
Hunter looks incredibly proud of himself, while Madison is still chuckling.
“Madison and I share something in common,” he says smugly, and I look at Madison for confirmation.
She nods, her hand covering her mouth to contain her laughter.
“This I gotta hear,” I say, opening the fridge and grabbing three beers.
Passing Madison one, she accepts with a smile, and Hunter reaches for the other. However, I slap his hand away and shake my head. “I have a feeling I’ll be needing this,” I clarify, and Hunter seems to weigh up my comment for a second before nodding, obviously agreeing with me.“So, what on earth could you…”I point my bottle in Hunter’s direction. “Have you in common with Madison? I mean—”
But Madison cuts me off, clearing up my puzzlement. “We’ve both got a nickname for one another,” she says happily, taking a sip of beer.
“Oh?” I reply, as this cannot be good.
“Yup. He accidentally called me Cherry Pie.” The moment the words leave her lips, I blanch and internally visualize ripping off Hunter’s arms and beating him to death with them.
But I remain composed and arch an eyebrow. “Why ever would he do that?” I ask, glowering at Hunter, who laughs.
“Well, he said my top reminded him of cherry pies.”
I look down at her tight red tee, checking out her amazing rack along the way, and see the color is cherry pie-ish.
“How very observant of him,” I sarcastically reply, but I should be thankful he didn’t reveal the real reason behind her nickname.
“Yeah, but anyway, I have a little…quirk, I guess you could call it, where I use stupid nicknames for people, too. I’ve been doing it since I was little, ever since I nicknamed Mary ‘Lamb’.”
I nod, as I briefly remember her mentioning this during our texting marathon. We all have our little eccentricities, and this just happens to be Madison’s.
I’m afraid to ask what pet name she has given to Hunter, but I bite the bullet. “Let me guess, you’ve dubbed Hunter, ‘PITA’,” I say, and Madison raises an eyebrow, confused. “Pain in the ass,” I clarify, and she bursts out laughing.
“No,” she replies, still chuckling. “Debbie.” I almost spit out my beer.
Hunter cackles loudly and shrugs. “Hey, I like it. I’m totally down with being Debbie.”
“Yeah, you would,” Madison and I both reply at the same time, which sets Hunter off.
“Dix, I love this chick. Can we keep her?” He laughs, interlacing his fingers into praying hands, while Madison devilishly joins in with his laughter.
I still can’t believe we’re talking about porn in code, in my kitchen, with Madison. But I should have known, never underestimate this little…diavolo.
23
It’s Not You, it’s Me
DIXON
As Madison excuses herself to use the bathroom, Hunter lunges forward and pokes his finger into my chest.
“If you do not have sex with that girl, then I will.” I slap his hand away and dodge his pokey pointer before he decides to get another case of the crazies.
“Okay, whatever, Debbie,” I retort, rolling my eyes.
“Hey, only Maddy gets to call me that. I think she’s sweet on me,” he teases with a grin.
I can’t help but laugh because I think Hunter is the one who’s sweet on Madison.
After a few episodes of Dexter and a dozen beers, Hunter was looking at Madison with stars in his eyes. But I must admit, so was I.
The beers seemed to loosen her up, and as the night progressed, I saw her guard slowly slip and she appeared completely relaxed and at ease. She even laughed at Hunter’s ridiculous jokes, which shows just how relaxed she was.
It’s now midnight, and by Madison’s sleepy yawns and heavy eyes, I know she’s a little inebriated and tired, which is a blessing, as I’m hoping the minute her beautiful head hits the pillow, she’ll be out like a light. I don’t trust myself with her, plain and simple, and after seeing her so laid-back and getting along with Hunter, I’m beginning to like her even more, which is dangerous for the both of us.
“Dix, I’m going to tell you this once, and once only. You’re crazy if you let this one go. I’m actually jealous ’cause I want a Madison of my own,” he says, dead serious.
I pull back, stunned, as catching Hunter with his serious face on is a rare occurrence.
“Thank you, Dr. Phil. But I don’t have her, so technically, I can’t let her go. She has a boyfriend, remember?” I whisper, not wanting Madison to hear us.
“Oh, bullshit! I call her bluff. Not once has she mentioned Dario.”
“David,” I amend with a grin.
“Whatever,” he scoffs. “I see the way she looks at you. She’s hot for you, my friend.”
“She is not,” I say, brushing him off, but I’m actually half hoping that his words hold some truth.
As the night progressed, Madison seemed to edge closer and closer to me until we were sitting so close she casually leaned into me when tucking her bare feet beneath her.
“Don’t be a moron,” he scolds with a shake of his head. “You’re a smart man. You know this one is different. Stop denying it.”
“Okay, fine.” I sigh, raising my hands to shut him up. “So what if I do? I can’t force her to dump the primate. And besides, it’s been so long since I’ve, I don’t know, romanced a girl, I wouldn’t even know where to start,” I confess.
Hunter suddenly slaps the back of my head and I grunt on impact. “What the hell was that for?” I ask, rubbing the back of my skull.
“Romanced a girl? Seriously, what era are you living in? You say that shit to her and the only person you’ll be romancing is my grandma,” Hunter says, pulling a repulsed face.
“If there’s a point to this story, get to it,” I say, still rubbing my skull.
“Madison is not just a girl. She’ll call you out on all your bullshit ’cause she’s real. Whatever you’re doing is obviously working. She’s here now, isn’t she?” he questions, waiting for me to answer.
I nod because he’s right.
“Don’t fuck this one up, man, ’cause she’s special. I think I may be a little in love with her,” he confesses, waggling his eyebrows, and an unexpected wave of jealousy passes over me. “Ooh, I haven’t seen that look in a long, long time. It suits you.”
“What are you talking about? What look?” I ask, wanting to know if I’m really that obvious.
“The look of actually giving a shit. You’re not a whore, Dixon. Deep down, you’re a big, cuddly teddy bear who’s had all his stuffing ripped out by some sadistic little bitch. But piece by piece, you’re slowly getting put back together again, and you’re just waiting for the right girl to give you a big cuddle and make you whole again. Oh, and I’m not talking about only cuddling the good bits.” He playfully swoops forward to tickle my stomach. “Who’s a big, cuddly teddy? You are. Yes you are,” he coos, while I punch him in the nuts.
He wheezes before turning red, and I laugh. “That’s payback, you idiot. And by the way, that was the worst analogy ever. Please refrain from giving me a pep talk ever again.”
“I take it back,” he gasps, holding his junk. “You’re a homicidal teddy bear.”
“What’d I miss?” Madison asks, and raises an eyebrow when she sees Hunter doubled over, still holding his nuts.
“Oh, nothing,” I casually reply with a wave of my hand. Madison laughs as she takes a seat near me.
As she leans forward and innocently reaches for her beer, I see Hunter’s eyes widen in delight. He’s just been rewarded with a tiny glimpse of what she’s packing underneath that tight top, and he obviously likes what he’s seen. He subtly bites his knuckle while nodding his head, silently voicing his approval while I turn my eyes upward.
“I better get going,” he says, getting up and fake yawning to display his staged fatigue.
“Oh?” Madison says, her back instantly straightening, and I notice her poised composure slip.
I have no idea what that’s about, but she has brought to my attention the fact that Hunter probably shouldn’t be driving. “You can crash here. I mean, you’re in no state to drive.” I look at the empty beer bottles littering the coffee table.
“As much as I love you, Dix, I’m not sleeping with you,” he replies, shaking his head.
I laugh at his idiocy as I stand. “No, you fool, you can sleep on the sofa in here, or in the study.”
“Thank you for the offer, but I’m not one to impose,” he says with a grin, waving me off.
I scoff. “No, not at all.”
“Blow me.”
“You wish,” I quickly counter, and Madison chuckles at our usual banter.
“Cherry Pie, it was a pleasure meeting you,” Hunter says, grasping her hand and mischievously kissing the back of it.
“Likewise,” she replies, her cheeks stained a bright red.
“Talk tomorrow, Doc,” he says, and playfully jabs me in the arm.
“I’ll see you out,” I say, and we both commence walking to the door.
“Don’t be a stranger, Cherry Pie. I’ll see you soon,” Hunter says over his shoulder, while I basically shove him out the door.
“Goodnight, Hunter.”
“Don’t fuck this up,” he whispers, and leaves before I have a chance to reply.
I take a deep breath before shutting the door, and as I turn around, I see Madison clearing the table.
“Hey, leave that. I’ll do it in the morning.”
But she’s insistent and carries a handful of empty bottles into the kitchen, giving me a quick smile. “It’s fine, it’ll only take a minute.”
She suddenly looks incredibly nervous, and I have a feeling that’s got to do with the fact that we’re alone. I collect the rest of the empty bottles and join her in the kitchen, where she’s vigorously wiping down the countertop. I move around her and place the bottles into the recycling, and decide to wait for her to finish before I speak, as she looks to be deep in thought.
However, when she begins washing the empty chip bowls, I know she’s not going anywhere for a while. I decide to leave her to it because I know a pensive female when I see one, and like my mother, keeping busy seems to be Madison’s escapism.
I quietly exit and head to my en suite to get ready for bed. After I’m done brushing and flossing, I change into a pair of sweats and splash on some Aramis, because Madison commented earlier that she likes the scent. The moment I turn the light off in the en suite and step into the bedroom, I hear a stunned gasp. I look up to see Madison’s back.
“Madison?” I ask, confused. “Is everything all right?”
She takes a second before she replies, “Um, yes. I’m just, um, being silly.” She turns around, the bedside lamp illuminating her flushed cheeks.
I watch the way her eyes timidly swoop down my bare chest, and I now understand her actions—she’s shy. I was too busy thinking about what triggered the sudden mood change in her and completely forgot to slip on a tee. However, seeing as I usually sleep nude, she’s lucky I remembered the pants.
“Nice ink,” she says, her eyes zeroing in on my ribs.
“Thanks,” I reply, rubbing over the tattoo.
“‘We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love,’” she says, tilting her head to the side and reading out the cursive text. “That’s really beautiful.”
“I think you mean pathetic,” I correct, and Madison raises an eyebrow, confused by my response.
However, her mouth parts a second later. She understands what I mean. “You got that because of your ex-fiancée?” she asks, and I nod.
“See, pathetic.”
I turn toward the dresser and open my drawer with the intention to grab a T-shirt, but Madison charges forward and latches onto my bicep. Looking down at her hand, I expect her to remove it, but she doesn’t. She loosens her grip, but doesn’t let go. She takes a step closer, while I take one back.
“Tell me what happened,” she gently coaxes, but I break free from her hold.
“No,” I bluntly reply, and instantly feel guilty when I see Madison lower her eyes, wounded by my curt response. “I just don’t want to bore you with the pathetic details of my fucked-up relationship because there’s not much to tell. I fell in love with someone who I thought loved me back, I proposed, bought her this apartment,” I say, spreading my arms out wide. “And in return, she fucked my best friend, got pregnant, got married, and lived happily ever after.”
Damn, where the hell did that come from? I thought I was over Lily, but obviously, I’m not. And I don’t think I will ever make peace with her betrayal.
But looking down at Madison, who has a hand pressed over her mouth, and her honest eyes filled with tears, I know she is the reason for my outburst. Now that Madison is standing before me, looking absolutely at peace in my home, and with my friends, I know I want more.
I haven’t felt this way in so long, and go figure, the girl I’m attracted to, both inside and out, is unattainable because of a little thing called a boyfriend. But I can’t help but think back to what Hunter said. He’s right, she hasn’t mentioned him all night, and she is here, sleeping in my bed, not his.
Madison’s words from last night come flooding back, and the reason why she’s here is because she wants to be. I make her feel safe, and for someone who seems fearful most of the time, it makes sense that she’s drawn to a place that gives her a sense of security.
I don’t know why she’s afraid, but I’ll try my hardest to make sure she’s never scared again. Whether that’s as her friend, or something more, I’ll take whatever she wants to give because, right now, I’m her fucking slave.
“I’m going out for a cigarette.” I reach for the deck off my dresser and open up the balcony doors.
Placing a Marlboro between my lips, I light it and relish in the first much-needed drag. I rest my elbows on the railing and look at the world below, hating how everything looks so simple for everyone, while I’m up shit creek without a paddle.
There was always something more, and I was foolish to choose sex over her because that’s what I did. I could have had Madison, but instead I chose the easy way, because sex is less complicated than…feeling. But now all I feel is my resolve slipping whenever I’m around this remarkable woman.
“Dixon?” Madison’s voice softly sounds behind me.
Taking a final drag, I butt out my smoke and brush away the nicotine-filled air. “Hey,” I reply, but I don’t turn around. I just stare at the world spinning below.
“I’m sorry if I upset you. I shouldn’t have asked. I know how hard it is talking about something life-changing that’s happened in your past,” she confesses, and I nod, but still don’t turn around.
I can hear her bare feet pad across the ground, and when she stands beside me, I feel the regret radiating off her body.
“It’s okay.” I slowly turn to face her.
Out here in the moonlight, she looks so ethereal and pure. Her long, dark hair catches in the slight breeze, and her signature fragrance once again has my sense of smell salivating in desire. Her large green eyes look apprehensive and scared, and I realize she’s worried that I’m angry at her.
“It really is okay. I’m not angry at you,” I confirm, giving her a small smile.
“Are you sure?” she anxiously questions, biting her lower lip.
“I’m sure.” I nod. “Lily is…a touchy subject for me. She’s someone I really want to forget, but I know I never will. But in a way, that’s good, as it’s a reminder of what to avoid in my next partner.”
Madison looks to be deep in thought, but I don’t expect her to reply, because what can she say—get over it, perhaps?
Just as I suggest we go back inside, Madison surprises me by confessing, “Well, she’s a fucking idiot.”
I pull back, stunned, as Madison rarely swears, but I smile, appreciating her impassioned response. “It’s fine. You live and you learn,” I say, which is clichéd, but holds some truth.
Madison, however, doesn’t agree with the saying. “That’s bullshit,” she scowls, lightly thumping her fist against the railing.
I’m surprised by her statement, and allow her to explain.
“What lesson did you learn from getting your heart ripped out by the one person you loved and trusted the most?” she asks, but I know her comment is not a question, but rather a statement.
I remain quiet, because I know there’s more to come.
“What lesson did you learn from her betraying you in unspeakable ways?”
Madison’s breath begins to catch in her throat, and when a choked sob tries to break free, she puts a hand over her mouth, not wanting to show any vulnerability.
“All you learned is that life is one messed-up, sadistic bitch.” A single tear falls down her cheek, betraying the fact that we’re no longer talking about me, but rather her.
The need to comfort her is overpowering, and I’m powerless to stop it. “Hey, it’s okay.” I gently rub her arm and watch more tears fall.
It appears now that they’ve started, they don’t seem to want to stop. But that’s okay; she can cry a river of tears, because I have no intention of moving an inch.
“Let it out,” I say, and without thinking, I step forward and embrace her.
She comes willingly, nuzzling into my body, and the moment I comfort her, the soundless sobs begin to rack her fragile frame.
Her tiny fingers dig into my shoulders while she cries into my chest. I’m not sure how long we stand with her clutching at me like I’m her lifeline, but I don’t care. She can hold onto me for as long as she likes, because each cry seems to lessen her pain.
After a while, her sobs become less frequent until they gradually turn into small sniffles, and then heavy breathing. I don’t know what’s set this off, but it may explain her unusual behavior earlier.
“I’m s-sorry,” she stumbles, her voice small and plagued with discarded tears.
“Why on earth are you apologizing?” I ask, my arms still enclosing her.
“For behaving like one of your patients,” she replies, attempting to appear lighthearted.
“It’s okay. You get the VIP treatment.”
Pulling back slightly, she looks up at me, confused.
“I don’t usually cuddle my patients,” I explain, but fail to mention I have no qualms sleeping with them.
“Oh,” she says guiltily, pulling away.
But I hold on tight, not allowing her to move an inch. “But lucky for us, you’re not one of my patients,” I say, brushing her tears away with my thumb.
“Thank you, Dixon. That’s the first time I’ve cried in a very long time.”
“How’d it feel?”
“Good,” she replies with a sad smile.
“Well, anytime you need this—” I pat my right shoulder “—it’s yours.”
It’s meant to be a joke, but Madison’s eyes widen and it appears she’s only just realized she’s been pressing against my bare chest, because she quickly pulls out of my arms and blushes as she looks at my body. Her eyes linger on my stomach, and as they briefly drop down to my crotch, my very attentive body jumps to attention, and things begin twitching below the belt. I’m semi-hard by a look alone.
But I stand proud, because I want her to know this response is elicited because of her.
Madison steps forward, and with apprehensive fingers, she reaches out and touches the dip between my collarbones. The moment her trembling fingers make contact with my skin, I hiss in pleasure because her movements are slow and measured. With the tips of her fingers, she then slowly glides down my torso, stopping just above my heart. I never take my eyes off of her. I’ve never experienced something as erotic, because I know her exploration of my willing body is probably her first time.
With fumbling fingers, she moves to one pec muscle, her pointer finger lightly circling my nipple, while I barely contain the moan caught in my throat. I watch with heated desire as she bites her lip, her small teeth rolling her ruby flesh backward and forward.
But still, I don’t say a word.
She moves across to the other nipple, and as she passes her thumb over it, my dick jumps to attention and I’m now fully hard. Her eyes drop to my tenting sweats and instead of seeing fear, I see desire. I almost come in my pants because it’s a sight worth coming for.
As much as I want to reach out and touch her, I don’t. I remain utterly still and allow her to take control. With delicate apprehension, she slides her fingers down my middle and detours to my ribs, tracing over my tattoo. A single touch has never felt so intimate, and I hum low, about ready to explode.
“I don’t think it’s pathetic. I think it shows what you did in order to survive.” She sweeps her long hair to one side as she bends forward, laying a single kiss on my flank.
Her lips feel like a shot of adrenalin to my starved body, and I shudder under her gentle touch. She lays another kiss, and then another, and another down the length of my tattoo, until her lips rest at my waist. Both of her hands are wrapped around my hips, and she’s bent low to get full access to my obliques. The sensual sight evokes images of her wrapping her lips around my straining dick and bringing this home. But I won’t have her on her knees on this cold, hard floor pleasuring me, because all I can think about is seeing her explode because of my hand.
“Come here,” I say, my voice hoarse, filled with longing.
Madison slowly rises, standing to full height. We face one another, inches apart, both our chests rising and falling, both anticipating what comes next. Madison surprises me, however, as she’s the one who makes the first move. She edges forward and places a hand over my racing heart, and slowly raises her mouth to mine, our breaths mingling into one.
But before this happens, I need to make sure this is what she wants and she’s not just lost in the moment.
“If you kiss me,” I roughly state, my gaze locked with hers. “You can’t take it back.”
“I don’t want to take it back,” she whispers, her warm breath caressing my cheeks, her eyes filled with molten desire.
“Good,” I growl, before swooping forward and devouring her mouth with an impassioned need.
The kiss is frenzied, and we don’t start out slow. It’s a race to determine who can consume the other person first.
I wrap one hand around Madison’s waist, and with the other, I fist her long hair, using it as leverage so I can dominate her mouth. She’s gasping and moaning, her lithe body writhing against mine, and her jarring movements are rubbing over my dick in the most delicious way possible. She throws both arms around my neck, pulling my mouth down to hers, and the hunger I feel controls my actions as I walk her backward into my room, my lips never leaving hers.
She comes willingly, and the moment the back of her knees hit the edge of the mattress, she falls backward, pulling me down with her. My huge body dwarfs her tiny frame, and I try to take my full weight off of her by resting up on my elbows. She folds her strong legs around me and pulls me down on top of her.
I can’t get enough of her and every frenzied kiss I deliver, she kisses me back twice as hard. Her tongue duels with mine, and her desire is like an aphrodisiac within itself. Before long, I’m tearing at her top, needing to feel her bare skin against mine.
I manage to yank her tee off without parting with her mouth for longer than two seconds, and then I’m back on her, kissing her like I might expire without her lips. Her legs scissor beneath me, and I know she wants a release. I plan on giving her one—and giving it to her good.
As hard as it is, I pull my mouth away from hers and she takes a much-needed breath, her chest rising and falling so quickly her juicy, bouncy breasts almost spill free from her black lacy bra. My cock jolts at the sight, and Madison gasps, her eyes widening, as I’m pressed against her core.
“Is this okay?” I breathlessly ask, my brain able to see through the lust for a mere moment.
“Yes,” she pants, biting her lip. “Keep going.”
That’s all the response I need and I kiss the side of her mouth before working my way down her elongated neck, which she tips backward, granting me full access to her delicious-smelling skin. I kiss over her racing pulse, and I can’t help but draw her flesh into my mouth and mark her, as I want the world to know I’m the person responsible for the red, passionate wound.
