Page 38 of Madden

“Now you’re just teasing me, Brielle,” I grunt. “I don’t particularly like being teased. One thing you should know about me is when we’re together, whether it’s in the bedroom or anywhere else, I’ll be the one calling the shots.”

She clenches her jaw.

“Do you understand?”

She hesitates for a moment, and I give in, brushing my finger over her clit. Only this time, I’m the one doing the teasing, dragging my finger through her folds down to her entrance.

I slip the tip of my finger inside her, and she lifts her hips, seeking more.

“I’m waiting, Brielle.”

“Yesss,” she hisses. “Yes, I understand.”

“Who calls the shots?”

“Please,” she mutters. I lean in and flick my tongue over her nipple, not giving her a centimeter more.

She drags her nails into my hair, holding me to her. When I suck her nipple into my mouth, she pulls my head up, locking my eyes with hers.

“You call the shots, Madden, but dammit, stop teasing me. I need more.”

“Lean back, baby,” I order, and she obeys. “Let me show you how much I crave you with my tongue.”

I don’t tease her, flicking my tongue over her swollen clit. She thrusts toward me, and I loop my arms underneath her thighs, holding her to me.

“Mmm,” I hum, licking and sucking.

She grinds her pussy against my face, dragging her fingers through my hair and tugging on the strands. Her moans grow louder and throatier.

When I pull back to slip my finger inside her, she flings her arm over her mouth and moans into the crux of her elbow. I slowly enter her, turning my wrist to brush over the bundle of nerves inside her, and suck on her clit.

“Holy shit, Madden,” she moans, her legs folding against the side of my head.

She cries out, her body trembling. She’s close; I can feel it.

I flick my eyes up her body, brushing her finger over her taut nipple when I mutter, “Let me taste your sweet cum, Brielle. Give it to me.”

She writhes beneath me, her breath sputtering when she crashes over the edge, her release flowing through her. She drops her arms to her sides, letting out a long, surrendering moan.

I don’t give her a chance to come down from the high. I pull her to the edge of the counter, brushing the head of my dick through her wetness.

“I want my dick slick with your cum.” I grunt, tightening my fist around my cock.

“Oh God,” she mutters when she realizes what’s coming. “It’s okay; I’m clean and on birth control.”

I stop, realizing the thought of grabbing a condom from my wallet completely escaped my mind. I’ve never been one to hook up with someone without one, but with Brielle, I want nothing between us.

“I’m clean too. I get checked often, I promise.”

“I trust you,” she whispers, pressing her hand over my heart.

Those words. If only she knew the weight of how much they meant for me to hear.

When I plunge in deep, I tilt my head back and squeeze my eyes shut, feeling her pussy grip me like a fuckin’ vise. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

She’s wet and fits me like a glove. Like she was made for me, and I was put on this earth to enjoy every inch of her sweet body.

I lean over, and she wraps her arms around my neck, her legs tightening around my waist, not letting me go. I lift her off the counter, changing our position.

“Hold on to me, baby,” I mutter into her neck. “This first time, I need you hard and fast. I’m desperate to fuck you out of my system until my knees nearly give out.”

She nods, and I adjust my grip to curl under her legs. She tightens her hold on my neck. When she starts to bounce on my dick, it takes everything in me not to let my knees buckle beneath me.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so damn good,” I murmur. “This pussy, you, I want it all.”

She tosses her head back, her long hair flowing behind her, never letting up. I set her on the edge of the counter again, moving my hand between us to brush over her clit. She arches her back as my hips piston into her like a freight train speeding down the tracks.

I don’t give in or let up until she comes. Only this time, it’s with her pussy clenching around me and my name on her lips.

“I’m not going anywhere tonight,” I mutter, lifting my head after coming down from the high. “I haven’t gotten enough of you yet.”

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