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“Birth control!” I yell. “You need to get inside me now.”
He chuckles. “In a minute, beautiful.”
He continues to thrust into me lazily with his fingers. Then his hand finds my clit as his mouth clamps down on my nipple. The sensation becomes too much, and soon enough, my body implodes.
“Fuck,” I gasp, fighting to get oxygen in my lungs.
I forgot just how well Dustin could induce a mind-shattering orgasm from me. And he hasn’t even been inside me yet.
He fists his very hard, very erect cock, and I lick my lips in anticipation. I just came, but I’m ready for more. He pauses longenough to swipe his tongue over each of my breasts before rising on his knees. Then he thrusts his hips and buries his shaft inside of me.
“Aargh!” I scream. It takes a second for my body to adjust to his length.
“Relax, Madison,” Dustin says softly.
I let out a breath, feeling tiny little tremors working my muscles around him.
Then he starts to move. Slowly, languidly. Sweat glistens on his skin. His jaw is set as he pumps into me. It feels like Heaven. But he’s being too gentle now, and I want him to give me his all.
“Dustin, go faster,” I urge.
He does so almost immediately. He hitches my hips higher. His thrusts come faster and deeper. I sink my nails into his shoulders and squeeze my muscles around his shaft as he drives deep.
The heels of my foot dig into his ass as I feel another orgasm start to build. His thrusts become harder. My breasts feel heavy and swollen. Every nerve in my body lights up. My body tenses again as my orgasm looms.
“Let go, Madison,” Dustin says softly, leaning forward to place a delicate kiss on my shoulder.
He cups my breast, and soon enough, I detonate. The orgasm shoots through me at a high voltage, making me tremble from head to toe. I bury my face in his neck as it consumes me. Then I feel his erection swell inside me. He grunts as he thrusts in, once, twice, until his entire body shudders, and he comes inside me.
We stay still for a few minutes. Hearts beating fast as one.
“Holy fuck,” I choke out.
Dustin responds with a slow laugh as he falls onto the bed.
“We did not just do that,” I say in disbelief. I’m still waiting for the roaring in my ears to stop and my heart rate to return to normal.
“The orgasms would disagree with you,” Dustin states.
I smile before placing my head on his rapidly beating chest. He immediately wraps his arm around me. I remember how much he used to like cuddling after sex.
“You’re going to need a tux for tomorrow,” I tell him.
“And you’ll need a dress,” he states.
“I’m a fashion designer, Dusty Bun. I can find a dress.”
“Thanks,” he says softly.
We’re both quiet after that. There are too many things left unsaid, but we fall asleep with our arms wrapped around each other for now.
Chapter 7
(Dustin)
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After last night, I’m more confused than ever. I didn’t mean for that to happen, but it did, and I know I have to own up to my actions. I just have no idea how to do that. I’ve always wanted Madison and wasn’t lying when I told her I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
