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“Yes…” she cried out. “All of it…yes…yes to all of it…”

Gripping her thighs, I started pounding into her, refusing to let her down. If she wanted it harder, deeper, and faster, then that’s what she was going to get, even if my thighs started to burn. Even if my legs threatened to give out on me, I still wouldn’t stop. I vowed to give her whatever she wanted, so that’s what I was going to do.

“Raddix, don’t stop…” she ordered, her thighs tightening around my waist. “I’m going to cum…oh, God…I’m going to cum.”

“Cum for me, baby,” I coaxed, already feeling her body clenching around my cock. “Be a good girl and cum for me.”

I’d barely gotten the words out before Madison was erupting all over me. She was doing her best to hold on as tremors of pleasure shook her body, and I was doing my best not to cum inside her. I wasn’t done with her, and I’d be nowhere near done with her any time soon. If Madison was going to regret this again, then she was going to have to wait until tomorrow because I wasn’t going to give her any time or space for that kind of bullshit tonight.

“How many times can you cum for me, baby?” I asked as she slumped back against the wall, random shivers still assaulting her sexy frame. “How many times before you beg me to stop?”

“Raddix…please…” she whispered, turning me stupid with every breath from her body.

Refusing to pull out of her, I walked us back towards the bedroom, moving her as far away from the front door and freedom as I could. As soon as we entered our sanctuary, I dropped Madison on the bed, flipping her over onto her hands and knees. Without even bothering to undress her, I yanked her hips back, so that her ass aligned perfectly with my cock.

My mouth began to water as I took some of her cream, then started rubbing it around her tight asshole. My dick was already soaked in her orgasm, so we were good there. When Madison let out a low moan, pushing her ass back towards me, I slid a soaked digit inside her, the tightness making my eyes roll towards the back of my head.

It was going to be another long night for the spitfire in our bed.

Chapter 20

Madison~

When Raddix slid a second finger inside me, I let out another throaty moan, eager for what only he could do for me. No matter how much I wanted to deny it, my heart and body were his. They were always going to be his, one way or the other. Having been each other’s first, our pleasure wasn’t supposed to belong to anyone else, no matter how hurt I still felt.

“Beg me for it, Madison,” he ordered, his fingers working me open, his arrogance shining through. “Beg for it and make me believe it.”

The problem with my weakness for Raddix was that I wanted to be bad for him. That was the freedom in being someone’s one and only. Raddix knew that I was a slut for him only. I could be whatever he wanted me to be without judgement. He could call me names, and it would never cross my mind that he could really mean any of them. I mean, after all, if I was a slut, it was because he had turned me into one. If I begged to be fucked like a whore, it was because he had pulled that need out of me.

“Raddix…”

“Beg me for it,” he repeated, his free hand slapping my ass, making me cry out with the sting. “Beg for it, and I’ll make it so good for you, baby.”

I could feel myself dripping down my thighs. I was so desperate for him, and I couldn’t even pretend that I wasn’t. The first time that we had ever tried this, it’d been painful and uncomfortable. Raddix was simply too thick and long not to feel some level of discomfort. No matter how much lube or preparation, that initial sting always made an appearance, and I always craved it. There was just something about dirty sex that erased all the shame that you should be feeling in that moment.

“Fuck me, Raddix,” I whimpered, giving in, repeating yesterday’s same mistake.

“Fuck you where?” he asked, his voice dark and dangerous. “Where do you want my cock, baby? Where do you need my cock?”

Fisting the comforter, I answered him truthfully. “In my ass.”

I felt his fingers stretching me wider. “Is your pussy dripping?” he asked, already knowing the answer, another reminder that no one knew me as well as the man currently doing everything that he could to shatter my defenses. “Is it leaking down your thighs like a good girl?”

“Yes,” I choked out, getting more and more turned on.

When I felt Raddix’s fingers slide out of my ass effortlessly, my entire body shuttered with anticipation. Determined to drive me insane, Raddix took his time using my arousal to prep me for what he was about to do next. I felt his dick sliding in and out of my pussy, making sure it was wet enough. His hands were all over me, the sounds of slickness hitting my ears loud enough that I should probably feel embarrassed by how turned on I was. Nevertheless, it was no different than what we’d already done yesterday. Raddix knew how to play my body to the tune that he wanted, so there was no sense in denying it.

I let out a moan when I felt the head of his dick against my ass. I was still a little sore from having given him free access to my body yesterday, but I’d bite my tongue off before admitting it. All the pain and discomfort were worth what waited for me at the finish line. Guaranteed to make me see stars, even my heartbreak wasn’t enough to make me stop this.

As soon as Raddix popped through, the rest of his length sliding in, we both let out deep groans of satisfaction, and I knew that I was going to have to stay away from him for the next few days. If I wasn’t strong enough to tell him no when it came to sex, then I was going to have to avoid him completely. My body was not going to be able to take much more after tonight.

“Is that what you needed, Madison?” Raddix hissed, his hips flushed with the globes of my ass, every inch of him buried deep inside me. “Is this what you think about when you have your hand between your legs, playing with your pussy?”

“Yes,” I answered shamelessly. “Yes…”

With his hands on my hips, Raddix started drilling my ass with measured strokes, giving my body time to get acclimated to his size. As always, I had to concentrate on my breathing, letting all the tension in my life go. My hands fisted the comforter, and I was face down, ass up for him and whatever he wanted to do to me from here on out.

As Raddix’s thrusts began to pick up, he slid in and out easily, but he knew how much I loved this. He knew that this was my biggest turn on, so I wasn’t surprised when he said, “Tell me what else you need, Madison. Tell me what makes you wetter than a waterfall, baby.”

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