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I'm so thankful for this man. "What I'm comfortable with right now, is you throwing me on that bed and showing me what MadDog can do."

His eyes flare with a heat I've never seen before. My pussy clenches, with the hope it's going to be filled soon.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" He questions, holding onto my chin with a firm hand.

"Yes, I'm very sure."

He throws me onto the bed. I come up onto my elbows, looking at him between my spread knees. My eyes travel down his exposed chest and stomach to the erection lifting the material of his sweatpants. Licking my lips, I raise my eyes to his.

"Two questions," he says, trailing a hand down his stomach to where his cock is tenting. His palm covers the head, fingersgrasping the hard length. "What are your boundaries, and what is your preferred form of protection?"

My gaze is now glued to his hand, where it's jacking up and down. "I don't have any boundaries that I've found yet, and I'm not on any type of birth control. I've been single a long time, so I'm requesting a condom."

"You got it." He turns and walks over to his dresser drawer. When he opens it, he reaches in, and pulls out a foil package, flashing it to me. "There's plenty more where that came from, too. I'm not the type of man to be one and done."

"Good, I'm not either."

He pushes the sweatpants and boxer briefs down his thighs, before crawling on top of me, his lips taking control of mine.

I don't knowhow much longer it's been when he's gotten me out of my clothes, and spread my thighs. The condom is on, and he's readied me with his fingers.

"Are you ready to see what MadDog can really do, sweetheart?"

My chest is heaving. Looking down, I see my nipples are tight and red from where he's worried the nubs. My pussy is aching, and all I want is to assuage that throb more than I want anything right now. "Yes, please."

He stands up for a moment, before he drops back on me, holding himself up on his forearms like he does in his videos. "Is this what you want?"

I nod, words failing me, as he braces his knees on the mattress. Reaching down, I hold the base of his cock as he feeds it slowly into my body. "Oh fuck." I tilt my head back against the bed.

Madden buries his face in my neck. "You're so fucking tight. Jesus Christ, I gotta move, are you okay with that?"

"Show me what you got."

My hands go under his arms, gripping his shoulders, holding on as he thrusts in and pulls out. He sets a blistering pace, one that I hook my legs around his waist to keep up with. "Don't stop, Madden, don't stop." I'm close, so close, and I haven't had this with a man in so long.

"Never, never fucking stopping."

Reaching down, he presses his thumb to my clit, worrying it as he plunges in. I push up to meet him, and when I do, I explode against him, one of my hands gripping the cover beside my head, the other covering my mouth to keep Mick from hearing what's happening in here.

Madden grunts, and that's when I feel the heat of him releasing into the condom. We're panting against each other, holding on tight as our heartbeats try to regulate.

I've never felt anything like this and I'm not sure I'll ever feel it again.

CHAPTER 23

MADDEN

It's unusual,waking up with someone in my bed with me. It's been a few years since I had a woman either stay the night, or I've been there when the sun comes up right next to her. But I want more of it. Last night was one of the best nights I've ever had, and I want more of it. I want us to be together every night, to wake up together in the morning.

She stretches, snuggling in next to me. "Good morning," she whispers.

"Good morning to you, too."

Her eyes open, and she smiles up at me. "I love your sleep-rough voice. I could listen to it all the time."

"I love having you right here next to me," I admit. "I'd love to have you here all the time."

"Madden," she sighs. "I wish we could work it out..."

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