Page 83 of Mad Love

He chuckles. Groans when I nip and suck on his bottom lip. He pinches my ass cheek. I raise my hips, and wet and ready, I grab ahold of his erection and slip his length and thickness inside me. He fills me full. We’re a perfect fit. Our moans and groans are in tandem. We’re panting. I need more. God, I need more. I drag my nose through his hair. He smells good, a mix of salt from the ocean and salt from his sweat. I kiss his forehead. Drop kisses along the side of his face and down his jawline.

“You taste so good. You inside me feels so good.” I go up and down on his cock. Cup his head between my palms. Deepen the kiss.

His fingers knead my ass cheeks. Clasp my hips. He guides me up and down his cock. I need to see him. See how much he wants me. I break off the kiss. We’re panting. His gorgeous blue-green eyes darken to the point they are one uniform color—aqua. Oh, God, he has such beautiful eyes. My eyes flicker to his mouth. And those lips. Full. Gentle one minute. Rough the next, devouring and consuming me. He kisses with his being. Doesn’t hold anything back. I like that about him.

He’s generous.

Makes me come before he does.

What’s the best is when we come together.

I want to be equally generous.

I lift my hips until he’s half out of me. I stroke up and down his length with my fingers. He closes his eyes. Draws in a long breath.

“That feels so good, baby.”

My arousal slicks my fingers. He likes tasting me. I want to give him what he likes. I pull down his bottom lip with my fingers. Slide my fingers into his mouth. He sucks my arousal off. I moan, and seating myself on his erection until he stretches and fills me full, I move my hips back and forth, up and down.

His eyes snap open. His gaze hangs on my eyes, my parted lips, my breasts, my stomach. He lingers on my stomach. There are unanswered questions in his eyes. I see the gears cranking in his head. He’s thinking too hard.

“Let go, Maddox. Don’t think. Just feel.”

I grasp his hands and set them on my hips.

“Make us feel good. Us. You. Me.”

He guides me up and down his cock. His length strokes my inner walls. His thickness fills me full. I clench my inner muscles. Groaning, he ups the pace.

“Ride me, baby.”

I grab on to his shoulders, and digging my nails into his flesh, I ride him hard. We stare into one another’s eyes. He caresses up my arms. Goosebumps rise on my flesh. The pressure between my legs builds. The throbbing intensifies, and my toes curl. I’m ready. Is he?

“Fuck, baby. Come for me. I’m close.”

I come on command. It never ceases to amaze me how my body gives in to his every whim. He touches me, and I react. My heart rate speeds up. My sex throbs and weeps. My head spins from his nearness and the thought of him filling me with his thickness and length. He comes with a grunt. I settle my forehead on his and look into the most beautiful eyes I’ve come across.

“I have your answers. Exclusive. No birth control.”

He grasps my chin. Jerks my face to his. Ravishes my lips with a kiss I feel straight to my soul.

“You sealed your fate, Mrs. Stassi.”

An undercurrent of defiance hums along my skin.

Not so fast, husband of mine. I write my own destiny.

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