Chapter 23 #2
With the heat of her barely covered pussy touching my cock, I rest my head on the back of the couch, digging my fingers into her hips as I think of the yearling I was training this morning.
I latch onto anything I can, anything but how she feels around me.
She’s fucking glorious, but at the same time her existence is pure torture.
Maddie leans forward, resting her chest on mine as she kisses a path along the expanse of my neck and the hickey she left behind the last time I had her.
Her tongue flicks out as she licks the bruised flesh. “Did you get a lot of shit from your brothers about this?” she asks, her tone laced with her arousal.
I can barely form a thought as she rolls her hips. Tightening my grip on her, trying to ground myself, I buck my hips up gently as I grind out, “From Kade, Chloe and Gracie.” I don’t tell her that Gracie saw her leaving, mostly out of fear that she’ll want to stop.
She snickers before leaning back and running a finger down my chest to the waistband of my boxer briefs. Her brown eyes are darker than the night sky as she says, “I promise I won’t leave any more.” She pauses, fluttering her lashes at me as she asks, “Can I ride you?”
“Fuck yes,” I choke out with a little too much enthusiasm before snapping my mouth shut.
Shimmying off me, she picks up my jeans and pulls out my wallet before throwing it at me. It takes me a second to understand why. I dig out a condom and hurriedly push my underwear down my thighs, sneaking glances at her as she removes her lingerie.
Maddie stands in front of me, in all her naked glory as she waits for me to roll the condom onto my impossibly hard dick. I fumble like a teenager about to hit home base with his crush as I roll the latex onto the head of my cock.
When it’s finally in place, I stare up at her, my chest rising and falling heavily. A heady haze of lust fills her eyes, and I’m certain that it must match mine.
I lean back against the couch, resting my hands next to me on the cushions, as if touching her will somehow put an end to this. Right now, I couldn’t care less if she’s the one in control; I just don’t want this to stop.
Maddie climbs back onto my lap and takes hold of my cock. I hiss at the contact but can’t look away as she lines me up with the entrance to her pussy.
As she slides onto my dick, I grind my back molars together and fist the cushions. My breaths come in short sharp pants at the first hit of immediate pressure.
When her pussy is all I feel, I set my grip on her waist, forcing her to hold still for a moment. Images flash through my mind, one after the other: the mountains out back at Wild Heartlands, the creek I used to go to as a kid, and the dog we used to have. Anything to keep my arousal in check.
It’s only when I think I’ll make it more than a handful of strokes that I sit forward, dusting kisses over Maddie’s chest, and say, “Take what you need from me, Mad.”
She forces my head back, dipping to press a kiss to my mouth before she rocks against me. The move is so subtle that if I wasn’t so aware of the way I’m filling her I might have missed it.
“Just for tonight,” she breathes against my lips.
“Just for tonight,” I lie, because that’s not something I can promise. Last time was supposed to be the only time and yet here we are.
Pressing her hands to my chest, Maddie rides me, rocking her hips back and forth as she uses me for her own pleasure.
There’s no other way to put it; she fucks me and I let her, because with every stroke of her body on my cock, and the way her tits bounce with it, I lose a little bit of my mind.
This is the only way I’ll ever let her use me.
It doesn’t take long for the sight in front of me to become too much. I snake an arm around her waist, lifting her up and down on my cock as I bury my nose in the column of her throat. Her scent assails me, infiltrating my senses as the small spasms of her orgasm wrack through her body.
Maddie wriggles against me, her cries incoherent before she pushes out of my hold. I release her immediately, afraid I’ve done something wrong. She gasps for breath, setting her hands behind her and on my knees.
In this position, she’s fully exposed to me. For a moment, I hesitate, searching her features for any sign that she wants to stop, but her face is twisted in pleasure and she continues to slide up and down on my cock without any help from me.
I reach between us and apply a light pressure to her clit. My gaze jumps around her body, from the flush on her chest to the bouncing of her breasts as she unleashes herself. I think I might be in trouble.
The telltale sign of my orgasm builds inside me, and I reach out to massage one of her breasts, rolling the hard bud of her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Maddie cries out, her walls clenching around me and strangling my cock.
I want more; to flip her onto her back and slam into her until we explode.
Instead, I take my fill of her, gripping her hips like a lifeline.
I ignore the uncertainty that skates down my spine.
Is this really our last time? Because this isn’t going to be enough.
Alarm flares in my chest, but it’s quickly replaced by lust as Maddie reaches out for me.
Fuck, she’s cast a spell over me. I’m certain of it. I don’t recognize the man I am when I’m buried inside her.
Oblivious to my thoughts and with her head thrown back as she bounces on my cock, Maddie cries out, “That’s it, be a good boy and make me come on your cock, Wyatt.”
Fuck. There she goes again. I shouldn’t like it when she says that, but I do.
Involuntarily, my balls tighten, and I start thrusting up into her. Desperation is my friend, and my breaths come in short, sharp pants as I fuck her like my life depends on it.
Holy shit, this is unreal.
I increase the pace and pressure I’m applying to Maddie’s clit, silently pleading for her to reach her crescendo because I’m so close to tumbling over and into my own.
The light spasms of her pussy turn into a vice-like grip that releases and contracts around my cock as Maddie screams. Her arms give out under her, but I catch her, banding an arm around her waist and pulling her against my chest as I continue to thrust up and into her.
My orgasm hits me like a freight train, robbing the air from my lungs until all I can do is slump against her body.
I don’t know how long we sit there, our harsh breathing evening out with every second that passes.
Neither of us is in a hurry to move for the longest time.
And it’s in the quiet that surrounds us that questions flood my mind again.
What are we doing? Why can’t I forget about her? Does she feel the same?
Eventually, Maddie climbs from me, searching the floor for her T-shirt. When she pulls it over her head, I know that’s my cue to leave and while, normally, I wouldn’t have a problem with it, something about her makes me want to stay. Even if I know I can’t.