Page 91 of Breakaway Goal

We’re stripped down to our underwear by the time Maddie’s knees hit the back of my mattress and we tumble onto my bed, my body covering hers.

She tilts her hips, and her center slants against my cock trapped behind my boxers, sending an agonizing pulse of need hurtling through me.

I brand her with kisses along her jaw, at the crook of her neck, across her collarbones, between her heaving breasts. The fresh, clean scent of her dances in my nose.

She unclasps her bra, and I toss it to the side, greedily wrapping my mouth around her taut, pink nipple, palming the firm softness of her other breast. She writhes under me, my name escaping her lips as a sigh.

I couldn’t count the number of nights I’ve laid on this bed, dreaming about my lips raking over Maddie’s bare skin, imagining the heft of my hard cock pressing against her body.

Now it’s reality.

And it’s not just a fucking arrangement anymore. I’m not just helping her gain experience.

No, she’sminenow.

The thought sends an electric thrill through me, and I kiss all over her body with more possessiveness, savoring more richly the feel of her soft skin under my hands.

“I love these fucking tits,” I rasp, relishing the use of the only word that can properly describe how I feel about every inch of Maddie’s body, every iota of her soul.

“I love this belly button,” I say as I pepper her tummy with kisses.

“I love these hips,” I say, kissing the gently sloping curve while the pad of my thumb drags across the perimeter of her panties.

“I love these thighs,” I say, positioning my head between her legs and running my tongue along the smooth expanse of skin, already feeling waves of heat from her center as she squirms with anticipation.

I pull off her panties and ready my lips and tongue to delve into a part of Maddie Ireallylove, when her hands curl into my hair and she tugs me back up to face her.

Her lips close over mine before she says in a pleading mewl, “I need you inside me, Rhys. Don’t make me wait.”

There’s no way I can deny her request.

I kick off my boxers and prop myself on my knees. I let my gaze linger on the sight of Maddie’s perfect, naked body, my cock throbbing in the air just inches above it.

Lust boils in my chest, and I grit out a curse. “You have no idea how fucking perfect you look, baby.”

Her eyes flash at the word. It’s the first time I’ve ever used a pet name like that with her, and I’ll be damned if it didn’t feel good on my tongue.

She grabs my arms and pulls me back over her. I’m about to line up my pulsing length with her center when realization hits me.

“Shit, need a condom. Let me get—” I go to pull away to retrieve one in my wallet, but Maddie restrains me.

I shoot a questioning glance at her.

She shakes her head. “Let’s do it without,” she whispers.

Intensity detonates through me.

“I started birth control,” she explains. “I want … I want to feel you. All of you.”

The air catches in my throat when I try to breathe. “I’ve never done it without before.”

The tender smile that curls on her lips reaches past my chest to squeeze my heart. “Looks like we’ll be sharing a first this time.”

Excitement vibrates up and down my spine as I settle between her thighs and line myself up with her slit. When the tip of my cock presses against her, and I feel her wetness against me with no barrier for the first time, a tendril of intensity snakes from the point of contact and spreads through me, filling me with a feeling that makes it hard to breathe.

I push into her, and my vision blurs. The entire universe concentrates to the feeling of friction on my cock as I plunge inside her.

Everything I’ve felt with her before, her warmth, her wetness, the walls of her pussy gripping me, all those sensations are sharpened and magnified a hundredfold.

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