Page 23 of Dear Mr. Author

“Madden, I need—”

She yelps and lets out a groan when I fall to my knees and grip her thighs roughly. I squeeze onto her full flesh, indulgently sinking my hands into her voluptuous thighs, dragging her to the very edge of the bed so the tangy hot scent of her pussy wafts around me.

I slide her underwear down quickly and then bunch her dress around her hips, her wide made-for-me hips.

And then…

My seed roars at me to fuck her, to fuck her now, to simply take out my cock and drive into her without any preamble. My seed tells me to explode inside of her after one thrust, and then keep fucking her until there’s more seed ready to give, to raggedly and brutally pound into her until her young body is flooded with me.

But my need to taste that hot pussy is too overwhelming, my lips tingling in anticipation.

I stare at her pussy, at the wet pinkness of her hole, at her full and swollen looking lips, at her greedy inflamed clit.

“You’re perfect,” I growl and press my face against her.

She whimpers when I open my mouth and force it against her sex, taking as much of her as I’m able. I slide my tongue up and down her lips over and over, and then slip my middle finger inside of her as I lick, as I irrepressibly move my tongue over her slick soaked entrance.

“Fuck, fuck,” she whimpers, her words finally pushing past her shyness.

“You like that,” I snarl.

It’s not a question, but my cute-as-fuck queen answers anyway.

“Um, yeah.”

I reach underneath her with my free hand, hungry to squeeze onto her ass cheeks as I pleasure her, as I bring her closer and closer to the edge.

But there’s nothing selfless about this.

I want her young slit good and wet for when I drive up inside of her, for when I collapse against her body and give her everything I have to give.

Her hole pulses around my finger when I tongue her clit, focusing on that alone. She gasps and a tremor slides through her, making me squeeze her ass harder, indulging in the round plumpness of her flesh.

“You better be fucking close,” I growl. “Because I need that hole around my dick. I need to feel that tight young pussy clutching onto me. Are you close, Maddie?”

“Yes, yes, but—”

I suck on her nub, suck it right into my mouth and push my tongue against her with everything I have. She whimpers and starts to shiver, her whole body bucking.

Her moans are pleasure and shock and excitement all rolled into one like she can’t believe she’s about to come for me. There’s so much adorable naivety in the way she moans, I almost pull out my cock right then and take her before she has the chance to cream.

But then she is creaming, her hips juddering as the force of the orgasm washes over her, her hole becoming even tighter around my finger as I swirl it in quick circles.

Her clit pulses in my mouth, my tongue sensing every shifting tremor in my woman’s journey to euphoria.

After, she collapses, hauling in large high-pitched breaths.

I stand and stare down at her, at the wetness glimmering on her thighs, at her breasts shifting as she heaves in frenetic breaths. Her taste is still so potent on my mouth, tangy and sweet and welcome.

“Sit up,” I snap, hardly able to hold myself back now. “And get those perfect tits out.”

She sits up slowly, staring wide-eyed up at me.

“Madden, I don’t want to ruin the moment.”

So get those fucking tits out, I almost snap.

But there’s something vulnerable about her tone like she’s scared I’m going to be angry at her.

“What is it?” I ask.

“I did try to tell you,” she whimpers, her hands moving to the gathered fabric of her dress, as though she’s thinking about covering her gorgeous nakedness.

“What. Is. It?” I growl.

She recoils slightly at my words, as though they’re a physical force.

“I want this. You have no idea how badly I want this. But…”

With a snarl, I reach down and grab her wrist, guiding her hand to my groin. I press down, feeling the palm of her hand burning hotly through the fabric of my pants.

I guide her wrist up and down, stroking her hand along my length, groaning as my tip grows hotter and hotter.

“You feel how fucking hard you make me, Maddie? Do you feel how fucking hungry you make me? You better get to the point before I lose control.”

She moans and the pressure against my cock changes as she starts to rub of her own volition.

For a second I think she’s going to forget about whatever it is she needs to tell me.

But then, with a whimper, she pulls her hand away and leaps to her feet.

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