Page 53 of Madden

When he pulls up outside the gate leading to his property, he throws me off guard when he slams on the brakes and shifts the car into park the moment the gate closes behind us.

“Get over here,” he mutters. Reaching for the lever next to his seat, he pushes it all the way back.

His sports car has limited room, but the move managed to create more space for me.

He reaches for the button of his jeans, swiftly unzipping them, and my mouth instantly goes dry. Without thinking, my tongue darts out and swipes my lower lip, and he growls.

I flick my gaze back up to his, and he nods toward me.

“Pull up your dress,” he orders, and I snap my mouth shut. He mumbles something that sounds like, “These fuckin’ dresses.”

I quickly look around, waiting for the moment when someone pops out and starts snapping photos of us. Except not a single person is in sight.

“I think we’ve waited long enough, Brielle. Isn’t that what you said? Get your sweet ass over here.”

I kick off my shoes and turn over to kneel in my seat. He grins when he watches me hike up my dress, gathering the material around my waist. I shimmy my panties down my legs, and he follows suit, pushing his pants over his hips.

The sight of him with his hand wrapped around his dick is not one I’ll soon forget.

He leans back, curling his arm behind his head, and nods again for me to join him. I hurry to climb over the center console and straddle his lap. When he positions himself at my entrance, rubbing the tip through my folds, I suck in a sharp breath and slowly lower myself onto him.

“Goddamn,” he mutters, tilting his head back and moaning.

I grind my hips when he’s inside me and squeeze my eyes shut at how deliciously full he makes me feel.

He reaches between us, brushing his thumb over my clit, and I buck my hips, slamming down on him again in one quick thrust.

“Let me see you fuck me, baby. Ride me hard.”

He pushes himself up, resting his elbow on the seat, and he pulls the strap of my dress down along with my bra, enough to expose one of my breasts.

I do the same to the other side, letting my tits bounce free, and he leans forward to suck the beaded flesh into his mouth.

I fling my arms around his neck, holding him through every rise and fall into his lap, fucking him hard and fast. Each move hits the spot right where I want him.

He grins when he leans back, gazing up at me.

“You ever think you’d be riding my dick like this when you first showed up here a few weeks ago?”

“N-N-No,” I sputter, throwing my head back.

He brushes his thumb over my tender nipples, and I release a deep, throaty moan.

“I didn’t think it would ever happen either, but fuck, baby, it doesn’t mean I didn’t imagine what it would be like if I did.”

I stare down at him through hooded eyes. “You did?”

He nods, thrusting his hips up to meet me in time, and I cup my breasts in my hands.

“Hell, I thought about it the moment I walked out and saw how turned on you were from listening. You were caught red-handed.”

My cheeks flame, and I squeeze my eyes shut.

“I wish it were you,” he mutters. “It should’ve always been you. I swear this pussy was made for me. Now all I want is you.”

“Madden,” I breathe harshly.

“What are you doing to me?”

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