34. Madelyn #2
I moan. He licks back and forth along my slit while holding me spread from behind. Sucking and licking in repeated movements, almost forming a routine.
I hold onto the machine, gripping its sides as my legs threaten to buckle.
He devours me, making every stroke count; it’s as if he’s spelling a word with his tongue.
I focus on the sensations rippling through me, the accuracy of his strokes. Straight up, diagonal down, diagonal up, straight line. M. It doesn’t take me long to realize what he’s writing, as he sends waves of electricity that connect to my vocal cords and turn me into a whimpering mess.
“Mine.” I moan.
“That’s right, Maddy,” he whispers into my pussy. “You’re mine, don’t forget it.”
His voice is low and strangely familiar, but I’m so deep in ecstasy that I can’t think straight.
My knees buckle, my head’s spinning around as he speeds up, licking up and down, going crazy on my sex, devouring me like a man who hasn’t eaten for days.
I’m fighting so hard not to let my legs give in, my whole body quivering with pleasure as a new melody resounds in my ears.
He takes his tongue off my pussy and slaps my ass.
I gasp as he spins me around, mask on his face once again.
I try not to think about the fact that I feel empty all of a sudden, and I’m dripping in need.
I seize on the fact that the song that’s playing isn’t the same one as before. He didn’t prepare only one—he has a full playlist ready for this moment, for us.
It’s kind of romantic.
He lifts me onto the machine again, leaving me by the edge of it, ass hanging halfway in the air, and pulls down his pants, taking out his cock. That beautiful, thick cock that not too long ago was dripping in my mouth. I can still taste his saltiness at the tip of my tongue.
He strokes himself until he’s fully hard, and the image of his hand pumping his own length makes me want to press my legs together.
It’s so sexy.
Then, he positions himself in front of me.
“Is it going to hurt?” I ask.
He doesn’t speak this time, but nods.
I take a deep breath and let him take control. Devon runs his hand along my core, coating his palm in my arousal.
Making sure I’m ready and, God, I’m so ready.
I nod, giving him permission.
He pulls me closer to him, lowering me some, so he can rub the tip of his cock against my pussy, and a moan slips out of my mouth. He fondles my folds with his length before positioning himself in my center.
Slowly, he pushes in, scraping the surface. He continues poking, and a sharp pain takes over my body as I tighten around his shaft, until he’s in. The sensation of fullness overwhelms me. He rips through me, pushing deeper, and I scream as I adjust to his size.
His big cock is inside me, and he starts moving.
“Fuck.” A grunt. “So. Tight.”
It hurts like hell, his size ripping through my folds, splitting me in two. But I can take it.
I’ve been practicing with toys for years.
I close my eyes, willing the pain to go away. That’s it, Maddy, you can take this cock.
He continues thrusting into me, and gradually, as I hold onto him and let him lead me, pleasure overrides the pain.
“Yes.” I moan, letting him know it feels good. “Hmmm, yes.”
Fuck, finally. He goes slow and steady, respecting my need to adjust.
“Faster,” I demand. Getting impatient. I need him deeper.
He quickens the pace, and the sweet vibrations in my pussy send me plummeting to the edge.
“Yes. Just like that.”
He thrusts again, harder.
“Yes.” Thrust. “Oh, God, yes. Yes.”
He groans, and I smile.
He likes me being vocal, and I want him to be vocal, too.
“Yes, fuck me.” My voice muffled, barely audible. “Harder, please.”
He does. My orders are his to obey.
Devon presses himself to me, grabbing my ass with his hands and pushing me further onto him. I wrap my legs around him, tighten them, and our bodies bump with the machine even harder.
One pump, another.
Thrusting back and forth.
“Look at my wife. Taking me so well. You were meant for my cock.”
My eyes widen with the clear sound of his grunt.
I tighten around him.
He takes his cock almost all the way out, and I can see a glint of blood along his length.
Slamming into me again, he groans.
I roll my hips and push him forward, needing more contact.
“God, yes.” I say. “I’m close.”
“Fuck. Me too.” A whisper.
His voice is…
I have to…
“Hmm. Please.” My mind’s foggy, lost in pleasure. I arch my back, needing more. “It feels so good.”
And I’m almost there—the euphoria of it one step ahead of me, and I thrust myself against him, soaking into the pleasure.
“Such a greedy little whore for her husband.”
That voice…
He presses his fingers to my clit, rubbing my pussy at the same time as he penetrates me. A delicious wave of pleasure bursts through my whole body.
I can’t focus. My mind is floating. My eyes are rolling back. My pussy is so full.
It feels so damn good.
Oh. God. God.
I’m so close. So damn close.
I grind against him. “I think I’m going to—”
He keeps thrusting into me, his fingers massaging my clit at the same time, picking up speed.
My hips buckle against him.
I can feel my climax, I’m almost there.
“Fuck. I’m coming,” he growls, and that sends me over the edge.
Both our bodies shake with pleasure as we reach our releases, peaking while a man in the background sings about always loving his woman.
I let the emotions override me, ride that wave of paradise, that blanket of warmth. And as I do, I manage to stretch my hand forward and lift Devon’s mask.
He doesn’t have enough time to stop me, distracted by his own climax, his lack of strength.
My eyes widen as it all connects in my head. The voice, the way he treated me, the hiding.
A chill runs down my spine as he pulls out of me, and reality sinks in.
Deep inside me, I knew it. Who else would torment me, play with me, show me a bit of humanity, then treat me as a toy for his own needs? He’s the only one who’s done it before and got away with it.
“Kayden?”