Page 24 of Fake Spring Fling

I burst into laughter as uproarious as hers. I certainly didn’t need yet another sign that this is the perfect woman for me, but – damn, it’s a good one.

“Hey.” I reach out to take her hand. “You know, Heather requested late checkouts today for the entire family. We still have the room for a few more hours, in case you wanted to stretch out a bit before?—”

Madison is already grabbing her purse and throwing open the car door. We race back to our room, and this time there’s no subtlety. We both need to make this new commitment official.

Madison yanks off my t-shirt, her eyes blazing. I pull off her clothes one piece at a time, tossing everything vaguely in the direction of where she dropped her purse on the floor.

As soon as we’re both naked, I clasp her hands, stepping back to rake my eyes over the beautiful, curvaceous, sweet woman in front of me. The girl who is now mine.

Grasping her waist, I spin Madison onto the bed, tossing her across it diagonally, then kneeling to bury my face in her softness.

Her thighs covering my ears muffle her breathy gasps and moans, but it’s worth it to feel her cling so tightly to me. Once she’s nice and wet, I thrust two fingers deep, loving the way her hips jolt off the bed. I grip her firmly, holding her in place as I flutter my tongue against her swollen button.

I turn my hand, thrusting my fingers upward in an attempt to find her g-spot. I know I’ve found the place when she cries out loud enough for me to hear.

I don’t care if the entire hotel hears my gorgeous girl shrieking in bliss. They’ll know she’s mine.

After the climax finishes rolling through her I leap onto the bed, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her toward the headboard. I sit with my back against it, helping Madison straddle me.

“Are you sure?” she whispers. “What if I make a mistake? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’ll be fine. Just make sure you lower yourself onto me gradually, okay?”

She nods, then I take hold of her hips to help her move slowly at first, easing her hot, wet pussy down. I’m so hard it feels like my cock could cut glass. The feverish lust between us takes over, and by the time she’s all the way down on my length, we’re kissing so roughly we might be leaving marks.

“Wrap your arms around my neck. Hold on tight.”

Madison smiles and nods as my heels dig into the mattress, hips pushing upward as I grab her hips. With her knees on the bed, Madison can lean forward and back, control the pace, and help me with the pressure.

We move in breathy, frantic silence for about a minute before she leans forward with her chin on my shoulder. Her breathless whimper tells me she found the right angle.

“There you go. Taking my entire cock like you need it, baby,” I groan against her ear. “You like being full of me?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You like it nice and deep?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

Her fingers slip into the back of my hair, pulling my head close as she crushes my lips to hers.Damn. I can hardly breathe.

“So hot,” I rasp. “So beautiful, bouncing on my cock like that. My sweet girl, always serving everyone else. Time to serve yourself, baby. Take what you need. Make yourself come on me.”

She begins to grind, her pussy tightening and locking around me as her nipples brush against my chest with every stroke.Oh damn… Her velvety, tight inner walls are too much to take. I’m already so close.

I try to hold back until I feel the shift in her breath as she passes the point of no return.

“That’s it, baby. Your hot, wet pussy feels so good. Can you feel that? You’re making me come right now. Your sexy little body is making me?—”

Her head tilts back with a raw, guttural cry as she comes hard, trembling against me. I follow a split second behind, clinging to every curve as I erupt deep inside her with a low, savage groan of gratification. The pure satisfaction of my climax is nothing compared to knowing that I made her feel the same way.

“Mmm, yeah, darlin’. Let it all out.” I stroke her back, holding her close as we rock together gently.

Madison collapses against my shoulder, and we both shiver. I grab a blanket, wrapping her in it as we cuddle.

Madison looks up at me, wide-eyed and grinning. “You got all…dirty.”

“Hey, just because I wear a lab coat sometimes doesn’t mean I can’t cut loose in the boudoir.”

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