Page 37 of Madden

I’m not sure what I expected. Her apartment appears to take up the entire floor. It’s nice, all gray and white lines, giving a classy yet modern feel.

She leans back, resting her palms behind her, and stares down at me when I step between her legs.

“I’ve been thinking about having you spread out like this for me since last night,” I say. She tightens her legs around me, staring down at my mouth. “I want to know if you taste as good as I think you do and sound as sexy when you moan my name.”

“Madden,” she groans, and I growl.

“Yeah, baby, just like that.”

Her eyes feather shut, and I lean in to kiss her again. Only this time, it’s slow and full of passion. I rake my hands up her legs to grip her hips, dipping my fingers beneath the waistband of her pants.

Her body quivers when my fingers brush along her bare skin.

“Touch me,” she whispers and leans away.

I nod, looping my finger through the drawstring and tugging on it until it unties. She has a dazed look in her eyes when I slide her pants down her legs.

I groan when I realize she’s not wearing any panties.

“I think someone was hoping I’d have my face buried between their legs tonight.” My nostrils flare at the sight of her bare pussy.

Her only response is a nod, confirming I’m right. I guess we’ve both been thinking about this night.

When I step back, she raises her heels to the edge of the counter and lets her legs fall open for me. I curse at the sight of her, not holding anything back.

“Madden, don’t keep me waiting.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I won’t, but damn if I don’t want to keep the sight of you right now forever ingrained in my memory.”

She drags her hand up her thigh and reaches for the hem of her sweater, lifting it over her head. She drops it on the floor next to my feet, leaving her with nothing but the lace bra she’s wearing underneath.

“Your turn,” she mutters, and I quickly shed my shirt, unhooking my belt and unzipping my jeans.

My dick strains against the front of my boxer briefs. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips.

I brush my finger along her inner leg up toward the apex of her thighs. She quivers beneath my touch, and I pause, lightly rubbing my knuckle over her clit.

“I want to see your body twist and turn as I explore every inch of you.”

I do it a few times until she lifts her hips and mutters a low, “Please.”

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.”

I pull my hand away, and she replaces it with hers. I grit my teeth while I watch her rub her fingers over her clit before sliding down to enter her.

“Brielle,” I mutter, and she rolls her eyes closed.

The sight of her pleasuring herself turns me on even more until the sound of my name passes her lips. It takes everything in me not to pull her to the edge of the counter and slide my dick home deep inside her.

I fight it off, pushing my jeans and underwear over my hips, and wrap my hand around my dick.

When she slowly blinks her eyes open, they zero in on my hand, and I tighten my fist, paying close attention to the tip.

“I’m dying to feel your tight pussy around me,” I mutter, and she nods.

Yet when she pulls her fingers out and lifts her hand to my mouth, I squeeze the tip to fight off the temptation to fuck her hard and fast like I desperately need. She traces them over my lips until I open, sucking on her sweet fingers.

I tighten my hand around her wrist.

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