20. Madelyn #2
“Your body drives me so fucking crazy, Mads.” He pulls me firmly against him, stealing my breath.
“I want to carve myself into your soul so there's no version of your future that exists without me in it.
I'm so fucking addicted to you, Princess.” He leans in and bites my lip so goddamn hard, the tinge of iron invades my mouth and sends shock waves throughout my body.
How am I already craving more of him?
He buries his face in my neck, nipping and sucking, every flick of his tongue sending another pulse of pleasure racing through me.
I want him so fucking bad it’s become something primal, something I can’t outrun.
I need him more than I need the air in my lungs or the blood pumping through my veins.
My fingers tangle in his hair, coaxing his head back before I drag his mouth to mine, kissing him like I’ll never get enough.
He lifts me and I instinctively wrap my legs around him, his fully erect cock painfully pressing between us, and I wrap my legs tighter to get closer to him. He brings his lips back to mine, his tongue pressing against my lips, and I open up for him, granting the access we both are desperate for.
I love the feeling of his warm, smooth tongue in my mouth, and without thinking, I wrap my lips around it, sucking on it as if it were the most delicious lollipop. He squeezes my ass in his hands and moans into my mouth, showing me how much he loves what I'm doing to him.
I let go of his tongue and he hisses, slamming me up against the wall. “I'm going to rip you to fucking shreds, Princess.”
He slams into me, completely fucking bare and I scream so loud, if he had neighbors, they would hear it.
Miles groans as he pulls himself out of me to the tip and slams back in, a whimper falling off my lips.
He feels so thick, it’s almost painful, but for whatever reason, I enjoy the pain. I crave more of it.
“Fuuuuuuuck, you feel so good, so fucking tight,” he curses as he cups my face to look at him.
“Look at you, taking my bare cock like a good girl, Princess.” He slams his hand on the shower wall beside me as he grips my ass with the other.
What he just said finally reaches my ears, and I panic when I realize he said he’s not wearing a condom.
What if I get pregnant? I can’t get pregnant at eighteen!
“Oh my god, Miles! Wait! You need to wear a condom!”
He continues to pump inside me and despite my protests, I don’t want him to stop. It feels so much better this way. I rake my nails down his back, wanting to leave my mark, as the immense pleasure courses through me.
“Don’t worry baby,” he coos. “I won’t finish inside you. I just want to feel you.” Miles groans as he thrusts inside me again. “All of you.”
His words settle deep beneath my skin, igniting something that has my pulse racing and my stomach twisting with anticipation.
The look in his eyes only makes it worse, and I’m helpless against the way my body betrays me.
He walks us over to the seat behind us, sitting us down, the different position causing me to feel him deeper inside me.
“Ugh, fuck baby, bounce on it. Show me how bad you want it. Make yourself come for me.” I try not to panic because I don’t know what I’m doing. This is only the second time I’ve had sex, but Miles grabs my ass in his hands and starts bouncing me on his cock, showing me what I need to do.
I place my hands on his shoulders and continue to bounce on him, picking up the pace as best as I can.
Miles throws his head back and groans, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
I can’t even begin to explain how good he feels.
If I could live every second of every day with him buried inside of me just like this, I think I would.
I start to feel my orgasm building, so I pick up my speed, bouncing hard and fast on his thick shaft, grinding down just slightly as I chase the blissful sensation that’s building.
Miles brings his hand between us, finding my clit and tracing circles around the sensitive bud, bringing me closer to the edge.
“Ahh Miles, don’t stop! Don’t stop! I’m coming!
” I yell as I claw at his shoulders, riding the high of my orgasm.
I squeeze my eyes shut, my mouth dropping open, and Miles takes it as an invitation to bring his mouth to mine.
We kiss like starving animals as my body convulses on top of his.
He snakes his arm around my back and pulls me into him, showing me how to ride him as I come down from my high.
“Alright baby, you gotta get up before I come inside you.” He whispers between kisses and I pull myself up on wobbly legs.
He brings his hand to his cock and begins stroking himself, his eyes never leaving mine.
The sight is absolutely mouth watering. I drop to my knees in front of him, ready to worship him the way he so eagerly worships me, and I watch as his eyes darken with desire.
“You want this baby?” he asks, as his hand slowly strokes up and down his shaft.
I nod, but he does nothing to put himself in my mouth, so I take that as an invitation for me to go to him. I place my hands on his thighs, bringing myself closer to his head before he stops me.
“Use your words, Madelyn. Tell me what you want.”
I gaze up at him and swallow. I’ve never spoken like this before, but it feels so easy with him. The words just pour out of my mouth.
“I want you in my mouth. I want to taste you.” He smirks at me, and I know what I said pleases him.
Before he can give me an answer, I begin to stroke him, feeling the way his cock pulses in my hand. He’s so big, I’ll never understand how he was able to fit himself inside me, but the idea of it makes me want to do it again.
I lean in closer, and I can see a bead of precum glistening on the tip. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting him, so I lick up the side of his shaft, all the way to the tip, tasting the cum on my tongue and swallowing it down. I can taste myself on him and I love the way we taste together.
I want more of it.
I bring him into my mouth, taking him as deep as I can, which is only about halfway. I slide my hand up and down the other half of his shaft but I can tell he wants more, I just don’t know what else to do.
“Open up for me, Princess,” he says as he grabs a fist full of my hair, and before I can protest, he’s slamming himself into the back of my throat. I gag at the intrusion, grabbing onto his thighs and accepting the bruising thrusts as I clench my thighs together.
He starts fucking my face at an almost punishing pace, and it’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever experienced.
I can hardly breathe with the combination of him down my throat and the steam from the shower, but I don’t care.
I would happily drown in this shower by his hands.
At least I know it would be a blissful death.
“I’m gonna come, baby. I want you to swallow every last drop. Do you understand me?” I moan around his cock in answer and he continues to thrust deep inside of my throat. “Good fucking girl, Maddie. Hollow out your cheeks.”
I do as he says and I start to feel him pulse in my mouth, ropes of hot cum shooting down the back of my throat.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” he groans as he slowly pulls himself out of my mouth.
I swallowed everything he gave me, as much as I possibly could, while trying not to let any of it spill out.
I wasn’t as successful as I thought, and a small bead of cum drips from my lips.
Miles pulls me up by my chin and licks up the spilled cum, following it up with a heated kiss that lights me on fire.
“You have the ability to fully fucking ruin me, Princess. I would let you shatter me into a million pieces if it meant making you happy.” He grabs me by my hands and stands, lifting me up with him. “Let's get cleaned up so we can go.”
Miles had already packed up and was ready when we got out of the shower, so all we had to do was get dressed and head out. We haven’t eaten much since last night, so we grab ourselves a quick meal at one of the local drive throughs before heading over to my place.
We walk into the dorms, and as expected, Gabby isn't here.
I know she's at work so I shoot her a text letting her know that I'll be staying with Miles for a few nights, so she doesn't freak out when she gets back and sees all my stuff is gone.
I still have no idea where we're staying or for how long, so I don't really know what all I should pack.
I still have work and school to attend, so I pack everything I would need for those.
My phone buzzes with a new text message and I check it, thinking it’s Gabby.
I’m not really surprised to see that it's Kaitlin, once again asking where I'll be staying. I appreciate that she's worried about me and just wants to make sure I’m okay, but I’m starting to get annoyed with the amount of messages I've been receiving.
“Kaitlin wants to know where we're staying. Where are we staying anyway?” I ask, genuinely curious.