Page 75 of Tender Offer
“Thank you,” she says over her shoulder. The edge of her mouth lifts at my fist over my length. I could stay on my knees for the rest of the night but rise to my full height. The straps of her dress cascade down the soft lines of her body and catch on her nipples. Her breath quivers when I tug on the engorged tips.
“Mmh,” she murmurs, head against my chest. Her hand reaches for my hair, which she crinkles in her grasp.
The dress snags over her wide hips before it pools on the floor.
“Preston,” she pants. “Yes.”
My mouth latches on to the hollow of her neck as my hand strokes and twists her left nipple. My other hand slides down her rib cage to the soft flesh of her belly. Another moan crackles in the air when I change nipples and glide over the seat of her black thong, which is now saturated in her essence.
“Don’t hold your breath, Puff.” I lick her whimper and glide two fingers up her slit in a long stroke. Her legs part, summoning me to caress the slick heat between her thighs. I curve my hand to add pressure to the subtle ridges of her G-spot.
“Preston.” Madison writhes against me, hips rolling and back arched. She bends into my palm, which is pressed against the valley of her heaving breasts, and comes in a long, satisfied moan.
“Your climax is my favorite sound.” She screams at my smack to her pussy. My dick swells at her throaty groan. “Do you hear how wet you are? Dripping all over this fucking floor.” I give her another smack.
“Preston.” She stumbles forward at the threat of another orgasm.
“What you running for?” I keep her in place with my hand wrapped around her throat. “Take what I give you, baby.”
Madison’s panting wanes when she resettles against my chest—right where she belongs. Her breath hitches at the sudden loss of my fingers inside her.
“Taste yourself.” I feed her two fingers coated in her juices, pumping them in and out of her mouth. “I wanted to give you dessert first, but I want mine now.”
I press the softest kiss to her cheek and pull out my fingers, circling her nipples with her saliva. The hard peaks glisten in herfluids, drawing my mouth to lap and suck. I use my teeth to nick the sensitive skin and send her into overdrive.
“Oh, my—” Madison’s head falls back. She gasps for a breath she releases to the ceiling.
“Do you trust me?” I press her breasts together and run my tongue from one nipple to the other.
“Yes,” she says. Black lashes fan over her skin now beaded with sweat. She whimpers at a tug.
“Press your titties on the window.”
Hazel eyes fly open and catch flecks of gray in the pale light. Madison swallows hard, her gaze darting from me to the outside world beyond panes of glass.
She moves around me with the grace of a model in heels. It takes four steps for her to reach the glass. Her fisted hands unfurl, and she presses her palms into the Manhattan view.
“It’s cold.” There’s a shiver in her voice, one I’ll warm soon enough. “Are you coming?”
Our eyes lock over her shoulder. “Enjoying the view,” I admit. Her body is a work of art. The delicate curve of her ass leads to flared hips and dimples in the small of her back.
I take my place behind her and kneel. With our height difference, I’m at eye level with the round globes that have been teasing me all night. I bite a cheek and suck it with a loud pop.
“Lift for me.” She raises a sparkly heel to the footstool next to the window. “Look at this pussy.” Her mewl at a long swipe of my tongue excites my dick.
Everything about Madison is infectious, but I spread her cheeks and devour her pussy like a starved man.
“Shit,” she mumbles, her face pressed against the side of the glass.
I swirl my tongue into the juices dripping from her lips. She jumps at the lick to her asshole.
“Preston.” Her legs shake. “I—oh.”
I push her thighs apart and suck harder, nose to ass. She groans and rolls her hips into my face. “Fuck yes, Puff. Throw it back.”
And that she does.
Her body heat paints a fog on the glass. “I think someone is watching,” she moans.
