Page 70 of Sweet Home Louisiana

“But I want more,” she said, wiggling in his hands.“Let me have all of you.”

Lord, hearing Madison Allain say stuff like that gave him a shot of adrenaline and lust like he’d never felt before.“Oh, you can have all of me,” he said, feeling possessiveness grab him by the heart and squeeze.“And I want all of you.”

“Yes,” she hissed.

He let her drop another inch, and then Maddie spread her knees and sank onto him, taking him fully.

They both moaned at the same time and she put her forehead against his and just breathed, adjusting.

Then she tried to kill him when she started moving.She rose up and lowered herself, at first slowly, then picking up speed.

Owen just let her take over, loving the feel, of course, but also the sight of this blond goddess riding him like his cock was everything she wanted or needed in life.She circled her hips, she rocked forward and back, she rose up almost to the point of losing him, then took him again in a deep, hot stroke.

It was an image he would never forget.And would likely jerk off to about a million times.

He reached up and thumbed her nipples.He felt the resultant clench of her pussy, so he tugged, feeling a harder response and getting a moan.He grinned.“You like that.”

“I love it,” she admitted.She had a hand braced on his chest as she moved but as he played with her nipples, she moved both hands behind her, bracing them on his thighs.That not only arched her back, but changed the angle of her pelvis slightly, helping him hit a new sweet spot.“Oh,” she groaned.

“Dammit, I should have carried you into the kitchen and put you on the table,” he said, his jaw tight as he fought not to grip her hips and slam up into her.“I could have spread you out and fucked you good in there.”

“You’re fucking me good right here,” she told him with a playful smile.

“You’re fuckingmegood right here,” he told her.

Her eyes widened.“I guess I am.”She rotated her hips again.“And it’s good?”

“So.Fucking.Good.”

“Then we don’t need the kitchen table.”

“No, we don’t.But we’re gonna need a surface that doesn’t move.”The swing was keeping him from really being able to brace his feet and thrust.“And I’m gonna have to take over soon if I’m going to fuck you so hard you feel me tomorrow when you walk to work.And sit at the desk.And every fucking time youmove.” He gripped her hips for a moment and drove up into her hard.

She gasped and then groaned.“I want that,” she told him breathlessly.“I want to feel you tomorrow.”

He didn’t ask if she was sure.He didn’t hesitate for one damned minute.He gripped her ass and stood.She automatically wrapped her legs around his waist and, still buried deep, he walked them to the solid wall behind the swing.He put her back against the siding and immediately thrust up into her hard.

“Yes!Oh, Owen!”

“Hang on tight, Maddie.”

She gripped his shoulders and he held her ass as he pounded into her.He knew she’d feel the side of his house against her back in the morning, too, but she didn’t seem concerned as she gasped his name, dug her fingers into his shoulders, and gripped his dick like she was never going to let him go.

It was less than five minutes before he felt the tightening of his impending orgasm and he needed her with him.

“Maddie, I want—”

But that was as far as he got before he felt her pussy clench, her thighs tighten, and heard her cry out his name as she came.

“Fuck, yes.”He let himself go then, thrusting deep and exploding.

She was limp in his arms, barely holding onto his waist with her shaky legs by the time he’d caught his breath enough to move.He kissed her forehead and let her slide down his body.

He took her face in his hands and kissed her, long and deep, then linked his fingers with hers and tugged her toward the door.“Let’s go inside.”

She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and looked up at him.“I can’t stay.Grandma will know.”

He grinned.“You still have a curfew?”

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