Page 49 of Mad Rivals
“God, yes,” I moan as he slides his finger along the outside of my slit.
“Eyes open,” he demands, and my eyes fly open at his words. So he’s hot, smart, athletic…and dominating during the sexy times?
What am I getting myself into here? I’m not quite sure, but suddenly I want to please him. I want to obey him. I want him to command me.
His eyes are on mine as he slides his finger along the lips of my pussy, and I gasp when he plunges that finger through my slit and directly inside me. He’s not gentle as he shoves his finger into me, and holy hell, it unleashes a fucking fountain of need—and more lubrication straight from my own pussy as I drench his finger with my need.
He pushes in as far as he can, and I feel his finger curling inside me as he starts to reach places that have never been touched before. He pulls out and adds in a second finger, and his voice is sexy as all hell by my ear when he asks, “Has this cunt been waiting for me?”
“Mm, yes,” I moan, and I’m so tempted to close my eyes, so tempted to give in to the pleasure he’s giving me. He pulls his fingers out and slides some of the moisture up over my clit before slipping back inside me, driving into me over and over, slow, long drives that make me wish it was his cock there instead.
I don’t dare ask, though. I can’t. I can barely breathe at this point. I’m heaving as I climb closer and closer to an orgasm, small gasps and needy moans the only sound in the room aside from the rhythmic sound of his fingers as they plunge into me with all of my body’s extremely wet natural reaction to him.
It’s like he knows what I want anyway. He slams his hips against my ass at the same time he drives his finger in. I feel his erection with each of his thrusts, and maybe I’m going crazy for him, but that tells me he’s going crazy for me, too.
We do this to each other.
It’s a frenzy of need and lust and anger and heat and the forbidden all coming to a head at once right here, right now.
“I’m going to bury my cock so deep in this cunt that you won’t be able to sit tomorrow without remembering I was there,” he says.
Oh, great. So he’s all the things—athletic, smart, hot, whatever else was on that list—and he’s a dirty talker, too?
How is this man still single?
It’s probably a question better left for later, not that I’d be able to coherently form words to ask him that in this moment anyway. Some strange grunt comes out of me instead.
“Do it,” I manage to moan.
“Tell me how bad you want it.”
“God, I want it. I want your cock. I want you to fuck me right here, Madden. Right now.” It’s a whiny plea.
He’s still fingering me when he asks, “Are you on birth control?”
I haven’t had a reason to be, and I shake my head.
“Fuck,” he mutters, and my heart drops since we won’t be able to have sex. But then he pulls a condom out of his back pocket. “Was hoping I wouldn’t have to use this with you so I could wreck that sweet pussy with my hot cum.”
He tears it open with his teeth, and it’s a move that’s so sexy I feel like I’m about to come.
“Oh God!” I scream, and my eyes start to flutter as the climax amps up to crash into me. “I’m about to come!”
He pulls his fingers out of me immediately, and he unbuckles his belt and reaches into his slacks to pull his cock out. He’s behind me in the mirror, and I shift over to get a glimpse of his cock as he starts to roll on the condom, and…
Holy shit.
“Oh my God, Madden,” I moan. He’s huge. Thick, long, full of these sexy veins that I actually want to taste when I’ve never had that urge with a man before…and admittedly a little intimidating.
His eyes meet mine again in the mirror. “You’re wet as fuck, babe. Don’t worry. It’ll fit.”
It’ll fit. It’ll fit? Will it, though?
“Bend over,” he commands, and I do it as he reaches under my dress. He slips my panties down my legs, and I step out of them. He gathers the bottom of my dress and lifts it up, and he runs his hand along my ass before he gives it a little slap. It’s a loud crack in this silent room, and I startle a little at the feel. But then he smooths his hand over my skin, and it’s like he’s soothing what he just did.
Why the hell is that so hot?
It’s demeaning, right?
