Page 38 of Face Me Off

“Ryan,” she breathes, her voice a mix of warning and plea.

I trail kisses along her inner thigh, reveling in the way she shivers. “Patience, Grimes. Good things come to those who wait.”

Maddy rests her hands on my stomach as she grinds against my chin. I eat this sight up. Madison is literally putty in my hands.

“I swear, Sorenson, if you don’t?—”

I cut her off with another well-placed lick, and her threat dissolves into a gasp of pleasure. The tension builds between us, a delicious friction threatening to consume us both.

Continuing to taste her, I savor every whimper and gasp she makes, knowing I’m the one causing it all. The power over her pleasure is heady and addictive.

And when I don’t think she can take much more edging, I shape my mouth into an “O” and suck her clit.

“Yes. Oh my God.”

Her body starts to quiver, and when she’s teetering on the edge, I pull back, ignoring her whine of protest.

In one fluid motion, I lift Maddy off my face, my muscles flexing with the effort. She twists back to look at me. Her eyes widened in surprise, a mix of disappointment and anticipation flashing across her features.

I lock eyes with her, my voice husky with desire. “Get on my dick. Now.”

Maddy doesn’t hesitate. She scurries down my body and straddles my thighs. Damn, her tall frame fits perfectly against me. My breath is labored, but not from our liaison. It’s from pure lust.

“Yes, sir.” She breathes a hint of playfulness in her tone despite the intensity of the moment.

Mmm, she has no idea what that title does to me.

She grabs my rock-hard dick and lines herself up. I barely breathe as she drags the tip through her juices. Damn, this feels good. But it isn’t until she sinks onto me that the reason for this incredible feeling hits.

“Shit, condom.” I try to reach for my jeans but come up empty.

“I’m on the pill.”

I freeze. I never went bareback before. Ever.

“I’m clean,” I strain out.

“Same.” The word comes out slow and sensual as if it’s the sexiest word in the dictionary.

Without waiting for a response, she impales my cock, sinking until her body embraces mine completely. The sensation is overwhelming, and I watch in awe as Maddy’s head tilts backward, her auburn curls cascading down her back as she grinds against me once. Twice. Then, a low, guttural moan escapes her lips as she shudders around my cock.

Holy shit, that’s hot.

Nobody has ever orgasmed upon entry like that. And I love that Maddy did.

“That’s it. Ride it out. You look so beautiful.”

I continue my thrusts as she milks every last pleasure. When her body slumps, I say, “Keep riding me, Maddy. You’re doing so good.”

She finds her second wind from the words of praise.

“Fuck, Maddy,” I groaned, fighting to keep control. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

She pants, her freckled cheeks flushed with pleasure. “Don’t stop, Ryan. Please.”

I grip her hips, guiding her movements as I continue to thrust.

The anticipation builds. All the complications of our lives—our different backgrounds, our goals, and the team dynamics—fade away. It’s just us, lost in each other.

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