“Not fair that you’re dressed,” she teases as she covers her naked, curly triangle.
I have never yanked my shirt off so fast. The look in her eyes inspires a satisfied smirk. “You like my chest?”
Madison nods. “Are you…?” and stares at me without the courage to finish the thought.
So I finish it for her.
“Yours?”
Her lips part as she nods, eyes wide with disbelief as her fingers reach toward me. I step closer so she can touch me. I exhale a slow, audible breath as she drags her nails down my abs and then tiptoes her fingers over to trace both edges of my V.
Tugging the belt-line down, she throws this naughty look up. “Yes…mine.”
Chuckling, I unzip. “Wait ’til you see this.” Tugging my jeans and boxer briefs down I watch her eyes nearly pop at the size of my shaft. She reaches for it.
“Nicholas, you’re massive!”
Warm fingers wrap around my concrete erection. A rushed groan breaks free as I close my eyes a beat. She tries to stroke me but it’s tentative, fumbling, so I cover her hand with my own and guide her.
“Drag your hand firmly to the base, like this. Tease me, but not too soft. When I’m alone, I don’t brush my fingers along the shaft, I pull at it. That’s it. Enjoy the power of it. Give it a good grip and pull. The tip is more sensitive so you can lighten up there, or pull the skin up so that it’s covering the rim. Oh yeah, feel that?”
“Mmmhmm,” she hums, then surprises me by wrapping her lips around my mushroom head and giving it a few moist licks. I’m so hard for her I’m leaking, and she sucks that right into her greedy mouth as she starts to stroke and tongue me.
“That’s right,” I murmur, touching her hair. Not too hard or demanding. Don’t want to scare her off. “Enjoy it. Play around. Your body will tell you what to do.”
She skates her extended tongue down the side all the way to my base, then runs her wet lips back up, opening her mouth wide and taking me in as far as she can.
Heat pulses into me, unabated.
I flex, tense with desire.
She moves faster.
Then slows down.
Torments me.
It’s all so new with her that I almost lose control and burst right here. “Holy shit, Slugger, hold on a second.”
But Maddie doesn’t listen. She massages my foundation a little harder, licks while she sucks, takes her fingers and brushes the space just underneath my sack, and that’s it…I’m a goner.
I start apologizing, a primal grunt of, “Sorry, I’m so sorry,” as I jerk and gush into her mouth. But my girl is smiling like this is what she wanted. She starts laughing.
Blinking and panting I grimace as she keeps going.
When I’m past the end I have to pull free, beg her, “Stop! I can’t take it. Wow! I’m a wreck, cut it out!”
Madison stands up and searches, naked, for my bathroom. It only takes her a second and I collapse onto the couch and listen to her washing out her mouth. When she returns, that curvaceous hip rests against the door jamb entrance to my living room. She winks at me and smirks, “Mine.”
CHAPTER 34
M ADISON
I ask Nicholas as I unlock my front door, “I wonder if Denise is still here. Ready?”
“Bring it.”
But the only one waiting is Bucky and he jumps on me first, then immediately clamors for Nicholas’s attention as we greet him with nearly equal enthusiasm. It’s hard to match a dog’s joy, though, isn’t it?
“Guess she went home.” I set down my purse and keys.
“Well, didn’t she say something about working tomorrow?”
He crosses to grab Bucky’s leash from my coffee table, peaceful and happy as he squats to attach it to Bucky’s collar. “Hey now boy, ready for a poop? You holding it in, or what?”
“Wait—she left a note.” Holding it out, I show him that Denise walked Bucky before she left.
His eyebrows fly up and he unlatches the leash and tosses it dramatically against a wall as he marches toward me. “Sorry, Bucky. You can wait.”
I squeal and start running, laughing as he catches and picks me up.
"Oh no you don’t , Slugger!”
We didn’t hang around his apartment long after I made him cum before he wanted to. The plan was to come back here and sleep at my place since I have the responsibility of a furry mongrel on my hands.
Nicholas backs me up against my wall and pulls my pants down.
I struggle with his zipper as our tongues go wild.
His fingers slip into my swollen folds and I throb instantly, my body grateful it’s finally getting touched. The craving for more is immediate and strong. Nicholas is hard in an instant. He pulls my left leg free and leaves the other one wrapped in bunched-up jeans and panties. Then he grumbles, “Fuck it,” and takes them all the way off. Kicking off his own next, he lifts me, kissing the whole way, carrying me to my sofa.
Our shirts are on, we didn’t need jackets tonight. The tight cotton gives under the pressure of our bodies as we crash onto the couch, my legs spread, his strong and beautiful body between them. He gives this sexy moan as his tip touches home, and presses in.
He locks eyes with me, our mouths parted as he slowly enters me inch by inch. The stretch is exquisite and extreme.
I whisper, “Go slow. You’re so big.”
He smirks, nods, and crashes a kiss into me that takes my breath away. I was having fun at his place, maintaining control, but now I’m mush in his capable hands.
I want to give everything to him.
Nicholas Cocker, the man of my dreams. How did this happen?
He claimed me, called me his.
Now he’s burning his brand onto my body and not just my heart.
I run light fingertips underneath his t-shirt to caress his sinewy back, and emotion tugs
