Page 84 of Mad Love

“Madison.”

“Shh,” I told him, smiling to myself. He was on the verge of breaking, if the rough tone was anything to go by. “You’re killing my me-time vibe.” I sank two fingers inside my pussy and groaned, long and hard, playing up how turned on I was.

“Christ,” he swore under his breath, and I could imagine the frustrated look on his gorgeous face. The way the muscle in his jaw would tick as he clenched his teeth, the way his eyes would flash with warning…

Just picturing Ryan hot and bothered was enough to make me shudder as I kept fucking myself. My back arched off the bed as I moved my fingers up to glide around my clit. I was so damn close. My body strained forward, aching for release.

I slipped my fingers through my wetness and back to my hole, about to add a third finger to the party when a hand slammed around my wrist and yanked it away. My eyes snapped open to see Ryan standing between my legs.

“You win, baby,” he told me, the concession sounding dangerous as his gaze burned across my skin. He lifted my fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, groaning at my taste on his tongue. He’d dropped the towel, and I felt the head of his cock nudge at my entrance.

“Doesn’t feel like I’m winning yet,” I said, rolling my hips and hoping he’d magically slip inside me.

His hands dropped to my hips as he flashed me a smile that lit up my heart. “Fucking temptress.” He slammed inside me in one thrust that left me gasping at the sudden fullness. Shit, how had I forgotten how big he was?

“Okay?” He paused, checking to make sure, and when I nodded, he grinned. “I love this pussy.” His hands tightened on my hips as he pulled out and drove back in, pounding into my body.

My back lifted off the bed as I cried out, desperate for more. But at this angle, I could barely touch his hips. He had all the power, and he used it to propel me closer and closer to the edge. Until everything in me was pulled tight, shrieking for release.

He moved a hand from my hip, never breaking his rhythm as he pressed his thumb against my clit.

I shattered with a scream of relief, my body convulsing as he kept thrusting, dragging out my orgasm until I was a twitching mess of aftershocks.

But he wasn’t done. He was still hard inside me, and he somehow lifted and maneuvered my legs so my ankles were behind his neck.

“Oh, God,” I whimpered, the new angle impossibly tight as he pushed in and out of me.

“Again, Maddie,” he ordered, his blue eyes electric as he watched me, his thumb slicking around my clit. “You wanted me, now you have me.”

I clenched around him, loving the guttural, desperate edge to his voice and the wild look in his gaze. He needed me as much as I needed him. We both needed this, and as my body arched and clenched, I wondered if this would be how I died.

Death by orgasm.

Sign me up.

I stretched my arms over my head and gave myself over to the tsunami rolling through me. My world went white for a minute as I came apart, not sure I would ever stop spasming around his cock.

With a roar, Ryan emptied himself inside me, his hips jerking against me as he rode out his own release. When he was finished, he let my legs go and fell onto the bed beside me.

My heart pounded as I tried to remember to breathe.

“Shit,” I whispered, feeling the mess between my legs.

Instantly, he was alert. “What? Did I hurt you?”

“No.” I laid a hand on his chest. “But my birth control isn’t technically effective yet.” Knight had managed to procure some pills until I could get another IUD, but he’d warned me they’d take up to seven days to be completely effective.

And I’d forgotten.

“Shit,” I faltered, shooting him a guilty look.

“Mads, chill,” he told me, rolling onto his side and propping himself up on one arm. His bicep bulged, and my eyes tracked the dates tattooed there. Four dates, each one a day that he needed to memorialize.

10.01

Corinne’s birthday.

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