Page 80 of Mad Love

I yank her up by her arms, and grabbing the back of her legs, I hoist her up and onto my rod. I slide inside her tight, wet pussy inch by inch. She sets her hands on my shoulders. Wraps her legs around my waist. Goes up and down on the head.

“You okay so far?”

I’m breaking a sweat. I don’t want to hurt her. I want to make her feel good.

“More.” She seats herself further on my dick.

Down.

Further down.

She bites down on her bottom lip. Runs her fingers up and down my arms.

“I love how soft your skin is. How strong you are.” Her fingers trace the outline of the muscles on my arms. I flex my muscles. Her eyes widen. I slide in more. Break through a barrier. She’s a virgin. Blaise is still a virgin.

Overjoyed is an understatement.

Tears fill her eyes.

My gut clenches.

“Was I too rough, baby?”

She shakes her head.

“Then why the tears?”

“Touching you with my bare hands. You touching me without gloves on . . . I miss what touching someone feels like. I missed out on so much because of my fears.”

“Aw, baby. You’re the strongest person I know.” She is so fucking strong. And she is mine.

Grabbing her by the waist, I help her move up and down on my cock. Her nails dig into my shoulders. There is no barrier between us. No gloves. No condom. The last thought doesn’t linger long.

I slam her up and down on my rod. Her inner muscles clench my cock.

“Kiss me, Blaise.”

She cups my head in her palms, and kissing me so well and thoroughly my toes curl, I come the same time she does. We’re in harmony. Flesh on flesh. Sweating and panting in the cold open air.

“Maddox?”

“Hmm?”

“I care for you.”

“Aw, babe, I care for you too.”

No falling for one another. No asking for more. A friends-with-benefits arrangement. How exactly does that work in a marriage that is becoming more of a marriage than a business arrangement?

There’s a way to find out. I’ll do everything I can to show Blaise what we have is more marriage than business.

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