Page 20 of Mad for Madison

I put my hands on his knees and pushed them further apart. He spread his legs wide, and I lifted them, pushing his knees toward his shoulders with force and speed I hadn’t known I possessed. Bending his legs and baring his sexy ass, I kissed and licked his hard, swollen taint and followed its length until my lips found the warm, constricting spot of his pleasure. Not hesitating for a heartbeat, I parted my lips and extended the tip of my tongue to taste him.

He was so warm and tender there, pulsing at every physical contact, moaning when I licked him.

Heavenly pleasure was hardly the right way to describe it, but I failed to find better words for it. Nothing on this Earth felt as good as sharing this incredible intimacy with Madison.

My tongue worked him, wet and relaxed. Each move I made felt rougher, deeper, harder, while Madison grunted and panted and moaned louder. “Fuck. Fuck, please, Bradley…” But he never finished what he wanted to say. He only groaned, his voice switching between high-pitched moans and manly growls like two different people expressing their pleasure. Then, as I brought my finger between my tongue and his hole—something I learned from videos, unsurprisingly—Madison huffed, “Yes. Inside me, please.”

My finger slid into his body and found incredible warmth, the ease of the act so surprising and natural that it took me a moment to acknowledge that this was the first time I’d done it.

Feeling him constrict around my finger made me throb so hard that I momentarily panicked it was over. The pain was so sweet that I didn’t want it to stop.

I slipped my finger deeper into Madison’s body, the tip of my tongue still playing with the rim of his hole. My finger stretchedhim gently, sliding in and out, while he directed me with his breaths and his pained voice.

And when my finger was as deep as it could go, Madison took hold of my wrist and gently pulled my hand away.

“I want you on your back,” he whispered. “If you want to.”

I would do anything for you, I thought. “Yes,” I said instead.

We swapped places, and Madison got off the bed to find condoms in his pants, tossing one to me. And while I picked it up, he was already by my side on the bed, leaning down and pressing his lips hard against mine. He kissed me so fervently that, for a moment, I believed I was irresistible.

After a false start, I got the damned condom right, and Madison stroked me with his saliva in place of lube.

“You sure you want it like that?” I asked, fighting to string words together while his hand worked me so well.

Madison winked. “I’ve done this before.”

I would have laughed, but the pleasure of his slick hand moving along my cock was so incredibly distracting that I only sank into the bed and waited for him.

Madison climbed on top of me, each knee on one side of my waist, and began to lower himself carefully until the tip of my cock pressed against his hole. Still in his hand, I throbbed hard, and Madison smiled.

“This…isn’t gonna last,” I whispered.

Madison swung his hips, mimicking the movements of making love, and looked straight into my eyes. “If you don’t think I’m ready to blow, you should start paying attention,” he purred.

I put my hands on his hips as he tightened his fist around the base of my cock. All his muscles were knotted and bunching when he inched down, his hole pressing hard against my slick cock.

I could see the muscles in his throat tightening, his veins appearing with exertion, when he threw his head back and let his weight bring him down on me. He impaled himself on my cock with a shuddering exhale, a growl following a moment later, and removed his hand.

All of my body trembled. I held him hard, his bony hips under my hands, as if letting go of him meant parting ways with gravity itself. He was my anchor in this. I wasn’t going to let go of him.

He sat on my crotch, taking me deep into his body, and lowered his head to look at me. The blessedly pained expression colored his face, his eyebrows twisted and raised high, lips parted, and the doe-eyed look he gave me was so innocent and precious.

Madison’s cock was stiff as hell, standing upright as he lowered himself down on me, his balls pressed between us and against my abdomen. The first gentle swing of his hips sent chills down my spine, tingles reaching as low as my toes.

He swayed softly for a while, getting us both used to the sensation. He rested his hands on my stomach, finding it softer than his own, no doubt, and he dragged himself back and forth, taking me deeper into himself with each thrust.

I held him evenly, letting him set the pace, letting him do what he wanted to do, and I looked into his eyes as we connected.

The depth of understanding that ran between us at this moment was anything but fake. I believed his sighs and gasps; I believed his lip-bites and moans. He enjoyed it just like I did.

“Just like that,” he whispered, his voice so tight with pleasure that it made me edge closer to the climax.

This was not the sort of lovemaking you directed and staged for the benefit of a viewer. This was a transcending experience of mutual satisfaction. We were united into a single shape, a singlebeing, and we drank each other’s joy like we’d wandered a desert our entire lives.

I could see it in his eyes. He never took his gaze off my face.

As the motions grew more relaxed and we both fell into our roles naturally, I thrust my hips upward, making him gasp with pleasure. I rammed into him, gently at first, then rougher, impaling him deeper as I lifted myself off the bed and reached into him.

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