Page 54 of Madden

If only he knew. He has no idea how I was going out of my mind all week, picturing him with Tonya. He’s telling me everything I’ve wanted to hear.

I lean forward, gripping my hands against the back of the seat, and he thrusts his hips into me.

He presses his forehead to mine, our heated breaths and moans entwined together. He grips my chin and kisses me hard. I’m so lost in him, leaving every one of my defenses weakened.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he asks.

I nod, holding his face in my hands, and kiss him again.

He tangles his fingers into my hair, tugging on the long strands, and I groan.

“Let me feel your pussy tighten around me. Come for me.”

I sit up again, changing positions. This time when he thrusts into me, his expert fingers find my clit, and the desire glosses his hooded eyes while he watches me.

When we’re close, our breaths and words come out strangled and broken.

I collapse against his chest, and he buries his face into my neck, kissing me while we float back down to earth.

“My good girl has gone bad,” he growls.

“Only for you.”

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