Page 74 of Tender Offer
“It’s nice, Puff.” I nod to the Hudson River. Moonlight floats across the dark surface and catches on adjacent high-rises.
It’s a beautiful view, but it’s not the one that interests me.
Madison reaches for me at the same time I move toward her. Our mouths collide in a slow, drugging kiss of tongue and desire. I swallow her gasp at my hand on her neck, holding her in place. A smile spreads across the pillow of her lips at my groan when she sucks my tongue, moving back and forth with enough force to make me come.
She yanks at the lapels of my overcoat, which I push over my biceps. My suit coat is next to fall to the ground. I work on my tie while her fingers fly over the buttons of my shirt. Our kiss breaks so she can take in my chest and the trail of hair that extends below my belt. Her tug on the leather forces my bare chest against her breasts, which are cased in a dress I’m seconds from ripping off with my teeth.
She unbuttons my trousers, pulls down the zip, and grips her target now growing against my leg.
“Madison,” I grunt when my trousers and briefs follow her to the floor. “Baby, it’s your birthday. Let me take care of you.”
“You do take care of me,” she says with lust and affection reflecting in her eyes. My ass clenches at the first swipe of my tip.Shit. “It’s my birthday.” She kisses the precum. “Show me what you got, Thumper.”
I narrow my eyes at the nickname but lose focus when she thrusts me deeper into her mouth. The trousers around my ankles lock me in place for her thick lips to massage the pillar of flesh she strokes with the curve of her mouth. “Fuck,Puff.”
Once Madison’s mind is set, there’s no stopping her. Not that I’m complaining. We’re tenacious in the same way. If she wants to suck the skin off my penis, I won’t argue with her.
I gather her hair into my fist and pump into her with slow and measured strokes. Madison needs no guidance on bringing me to my knees. She proves it with the flick of her tongue under my head, which she rolls over until she reaches my spot.
“Damn it…shit.” My right foot taps the hardwood in rapid succession like theBambicharacter she nicknamed me after. At her moan, I widen my stance and thrust into her relaxed throat. I change speed to savor the drag of her flattened tongue. “Eyes up. Suck me harder.”
Madison whimpers at my grip on her hair. It’s tight but not tight enough to hurt her. She confirms her comfort with a hum that shoots straight through my nuts. The gargles and saliva dripping down her stretched mouth nearly send me through the ceiling with curled toes.
“Just like that, Puff,” I grunt.
My dick thickens as her moans mix with a gag. Her throat eases to grant space for my head to tap the back. A hand wraps around my shaft. Madison’s pace quickens, her head bobbing, her nails digging into my ass as I get lost in loud slurps and the heaven of her mouth.
“Puff. I’m about to come.” It’s the only warning I can muster through clenched teeth.
Blood pounds in my ears, and my foot is about to stomp a hole through the floor. I brace a hand on the wall and come down her throat.
My breaths are erratic, my chest heaving at the tremors of the aftershock. Madison swallows eagerly, like she’s working for extra credit. Her hazel eyes lift under long, hooded lashes.
I don’t know what kind of witchcraft she practices, but I need her ring size now.
“Up,” I instruct, staring at her in awe and confusion while shaking the feeling back into my legs. I kick out of my shoes and trousers. Her eyes crinkle with a knowing smirk until I toss her over my shoulder.
“Preston!” Her giggle wanes into a moan as I slap her ass.
Who’s laughing now?
I swipe a plate that holds a single-tier chocolate cake from the kitchen counter. Dark ganache drips from the top to the base, with various truffles along the edge.
“What are you doing?”
“Bedroom” is all I say. She points to a room on the right.
The lights are off, but night glitters through the windows to unveil a monochrome room painted a dark color. Gray maybe? It resembles my office but has a ceiling light bathed in crystals above the bed.
I set Madison on her feet and place the cake on the mirrored bedside table next to the window.
Her dress winks in the moonlight, dancing across the curves of her smooth, pecan skin.
“Do you mind?”
The silk in her voice reawakens my dick, which is still bobbing free. She gives me her back and drapes her curls over her shoulder to expose the zip of her dress.
I unfasten the clasp and dust open-mouthed kisses down to the small of her back. The edge of a black lace thong peeks out from the curve of her ass, and I lick it. It’s impossible not to stroke my dick, now pointing at the ceiling.
