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I grab onto him and pull him back into me, and he tips his head up to meet my mouth with his. He pulls his mouth from mine, and the look in his eyes is hungry as he pulls me away from the door, his cock still buried inside me, and he fucks me as he makes his way over to the couch.
He sits, pulling me down with him so his face is eye level with my chest, and he grabs one of my breasts now that he doesn’t need his hands around my body holding me up.
“I fucking love these tits,” he says. He sucks my nipple into his mouth as he squeezes the fleshy part, and I moan as I tip my head back, closing my eyes and balancing with my fingernails digging into his shoulders. I ride him, setting the pace between us for a bit since he’s usually the one doing the work, and the way his huge cock hits inside me from this angle is nothing short of absolute perfection.
He continues working my nipple, and the feel of his mouth working one zone while his cock works the other pushes me into an orgasm far too quickly. It hits me out of nowhere.
“Oh, God, Madden, yes!” I cry out as I start to come, and he sucks my nipple harder as my body unravels around him as if he knows.
“Fuck yes, baby. Give me your orgasms.”
I moan my way through the peak as I freefall into bliss, his words washing over me and filling me with warmth.
As the contractions of my body start to slow, he lets go of my tit and flips me over so quickly that I’m on my back before I know what’s happening. He manages to move us without ever pulling out of me, and it’s his athleticism on full display.He shoves into me a few times from this angle before he pulls out of me.
He grabs his cock in his fist, and he pumps it a few times before his hot cum shoots out the tip, splashing down onto my stomach. He aims a little higher, the next jet of cum landing on my tits, and as he comes down from his climax, he rolls the head of his cock around the cum. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous with my cum marking you as mine.”
I reach up and pull his head down for another kiss. I’m wet from the rain, and now sticky from his cum, and I’ve never been more satisfied.
He kisses me deeply for a few beats before he lifts me and carries me to his bathroom, where he starts the shower, and we proceed to wash each other tenderly.
Questions swirl in the air about our discovery this morning, about his father, about our future…but now doesn’t feel like the time to talk about any of that.
Instead, we lie in bed and hold each other until we each fall asleep for a while, blissfully content for now as we both revel in the emotions we just shared.
CHAPTER 42: Madden Bradley
Bigger Issues
The check-in with SCS goes well, and we’re on our way back to California by Monday evening. She’s flying with me to San Diego to stay the night with me before she heads into work tomorrow morning, and I have plans to work out with the other wide receivers this week. On top of that, Newman is accepting bids on their expansion this Thursday, so I’ve got plenty to keep me busy.
She stopped in at her office but otherwise avoided her parents, and for now, that’s likely for the best. I’m not sure my father will keep our secret under wraps, but if he wants me to keep his secrets, he’d be wise to keep his goddamn mouth shut until we’re ready. Maybe he thinks we broke up because of him.
Or maybe he never gave it a second thought. And honestly…I don’t really care.
I haven’t told her I know she’s bidding on the same project, and I can’t decide whether that’s a mistake or the right thing to do. I didn’t see any of her plans, and I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to be honest about it. But at this point, so much time has passed and so many things have happened between us that it might be more out of left field to say something now than to just let it be.
It’s not like it gives me any advantages knowing she’s bidding on the same project as me.
Part of me wants to see her win it…but the other part of me, the competitor that lives inside me, wants it for Bradley Group.
It’s in these moments that I realize maybe I alwayshavewanted the company…but I just wanted it on my own terms rather than on my father’s.
It’s sort of entertaining, even, to focus on these projects knowing who one of my competitors is so intimately well. And not for the first time, I wonder how we can combine resources to really rock both this town and Chicago—and Vegas, New York, and wherever the hell else we want to bring our business.
Andthatis the sort of thinking that actually has me excited for the future.
But then I remember the discovery we made this weekend, and my father’s shady shenanigans, and his words that hurt Kennedy.
It feels like she trusts me, and when it’s just the two of us, everything feels good and right.
But it won’t be just the two of us forever. It’d be so much simpler if it was.
Now we have even bigger issues to deal with. The illegal, underground casinos, the secrets and lies we uncovered…and now the questions. What else is out there I don’t know about?
Will she keep my family’s secret? Worse, what will my father do if she doesn’t?
I’ve never seen my father in a vulnerable position. Ever. And it makes sense if he started this operation back before I was even born. He sustained his injury, healed as well as he could, and started down this road long before I was ever even a gleam in his eye.
