Page 80 of Madden

“Pictures.” The word practically stumbles out of her mouth, and my brows shoot up.

“You want me to take your picture?” I stare at her.

She shakes her head. “No, I was saying I was looking at them before you got here.”

I’ll be damned. “My naughty girl. I’m gonna have fun dirtying you up for me.”

She chews on her lip, and I nod for her to take a seat on the chair. She quickly pulls off her shirt and unhooks her bra, adding it to the pile before following my instruction.

Her eyes widen when I push myself to stand, stalking into the entryway to where her bags wait at the foot of the stairs. I noticed the camera she brought with her sitting on top.

I turn toward her, and she smiles when I wave it in my hands and wink.

My dick strains against my pants, and I reach for the button to ease some of the tension.

Her eyes flicking from where my dick presses against the front, up to meet mine, waiting for me to continue.

I press the button to turn the camera on and point the lens at her.

“Spread your legs over the arms of the chair,” I order.

Her mouth drops open, looking from me and down to the camera.

“It’s my turn, baby.” I smirk.

I watch her recline back, spreading her legs open, and release a string of curse words when I get a glimpse of her wet pussy.

I kneel on the floor again, moving closer, and brush my finger over her clit down to swirl around her opening. Her eyes grow hooded, and she tilts her head back.

“Madden,” she mutters, staring down at my finger, flicking her gaze between me and my hand.

When I lean in to follow the same path with my tongue, her loud throaty moan echoes around the room.

“Is this what you thought about when looking at those pictures? Were you picturing me with my head between your legs?”

Her chest heaves, struggling to take a deep breath, the need heightened.

“Or were you thinking about kneeling for me, letting me fuck your throat until you had tears in those pretty eyes?”

“You,” she stutters. “Anything and everything with you.”

I hum, leaning in again to swipe my tongue over her clit.

She drags her nails through my hair, holding me against her while I lick, flick, and suck her clit. Alternating through each one, I keep her guessing which is coming next.

When I pull back, I brush my finger over her clit again. Only this time, I aim the lens at her pussy. I trail my finger down to her opening, slowly pushing one digit inside her while clicking the button to snap pictures while I do.

She moans. “Oh fuck, Madden.” She slips her hand between her legs, brushing her fingers over her clit, and I release a groan of my own, quickly snapping more photos.

When I curl my finger, pressing against the bundle of nerves, she thrusts her hips toward me and begs for more.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

She nods lazily, her cum coating my finger every time I slide in and out.

She reaches her other hand between us, gripping my wrist to hold me while the other brushes over her clit. She’s close. I can feel it, hear it in her voice, and the way her chest rises and falls.

I’ve never wanted to claim someone until I tasted her.

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