Page 50 of Mad Rivals
It doesn’t feel like it is right now, though. It feels like he knows how to deliver pleasure and line it with just the hottest edge of pain.
I never craved pain before, but right now, I want that cock to fucking spear me and drive into me until I can’t see straight.
He’s right that I won’t be able to move tomorrow without remembering this moment, but I’m pretty sure I’m going to remember this moment for the rest of my life anyway.
And then he bends down so he’s eye level with my pussy and my ass, and he leans forward and licks my clit.
He fuckinglicksmy clit.
I’m about to fall apart. I’m barely holding on here, my fingernails clawing at the countertop like that’s going to give me any sort of relief.
“Fuck,” he hums against my hot, wet, needy skin. He leans forward and sucks on my clit, and my legs tremble as he does it. He lets go only to dip his tongue into my pussy, and I’m seconds from coming when he straightens to a stand. He bends down over me so his body heats mine, and he says, “Your pussy is fucking perfect.”
He pulls back to grip his cock, and he fists it, running his hand along it a few times before he aligns with my body. He slides his cock through my folds before he pushes into me with just thetip, and my eyes practically roll to the back of my head at the feel of him.
“God, yes, Madden!” I yell, and I shift my hips back to take in more of him.
He inches his way in slowly, pulling back to tease me or to give me a little space before he pushes in just a little more. It’s some mix of pure heaven and absolute torture. I need him all the way in, so I push my hips back again at the same time he thrusts forward.
“Yes, baby, take it all like a good girl,” he murmurs.
He’s slow at first, giving my body time to adjust to his size, but then he starts to pick up the pace.
He collars the back of my neck, driving my head down as he grips my hip in his other hand. “Eyes open,” he demands again, and they fly open to watch him.
He’s clenching his jaw as his half-lidded eyes meet mine. His are full of this demanding intensity, raw and real as he moves deliberately into me over and over again, driving my body to heights I certainly wasn’t expecting it to be taken to when I agreed to attend this gala tonight.
Mine are full of need. The need to come. The need for him. The need for more.
His body slaps against mine, the only sound in the room aside from our breathless panting mixed with the grunts and moans of what can only be described as the hottest sex of my life. He lets go of his grip on my neck, and he reaches around me and right into the top of my dress. He finds one of my breasts, and he massages it and grips onto my nipple. His touch sends a shockwave through my core.
His jaw is locked as his lip curls up a little, and those heavy eyes are hot on me when he says, “Tell me how much you love it when I’m fucking you.”
He’s so goddamn hot in this moment that I can’t even handle it. From his messy hair to the sexy stubble on his jaw to the way he looks in a tux…holy hell. And somehowIam the object ofhis interest. I’m not sure how I got so lucky, but now that we’re here, I know there’s no going back. Not when we’re this good together.
I moan before I manage to say, “I never want you to stop.”
“That’s right. This cunt is mine now.”
“Yes. Yes!” I cry. “It’s yours.” I don’t even know what the hell I’m agreeing to in the moment before something snaps inside of me. I tumble headfirst into the most intense orgasm of my life made all the more powerful by the way our eyes are locked as I come. I reach back to claw at something, anything, and I grip onto his thigh, which only pulls him more tightly against me as my nails dig into his pants. Pulse after pulse of sweet relief crashes over me, my body throbbing everywhere for this man and what he’s doing to me.
“Fuck, that’s so tight,” he mutters, or at least I think that’s what he says, but I’m not entirely sure since I’m lost to my own orgasm at the moment. A roar of a growl escapes him, and I feel him swell inside of me as he pushes in as deeply as he can. He pants out a series of grunts as he reaches his climax, too.
I watch his face as it happens. His eyes are still on me, his lids almost closed, and his jaw is clenched tight as he grips my breast harder and his fingers dig into my hips. He rides it out, and I watch in awe as the fog of bliss envelops me.
He folds down on top of me for a few beats once he’s finished, and it feels like a warm, sweet hug after what we just did.
Eventually he slips out of me and lifts up off me, and he drops my dress, smoothing it down over my ass before he excuses himself to one of the bathroom stalls.
I take a minute to step back into my panties, and I stare at myself in the mirror for a beat.
My hair is a little mussed, but not bad. My makeup is still perfect. I look about the same as I did when I walked into this bathroom.
But I’m leaving it a totally different person.
Not only have I added plus one to my body count—which was embarrassingly low at just two other guys—but it was with the very forbidden, very sexy, very untouchable Madden Bradley.
I blow out a breath.
