Page 16 of Titus (Big Hot Alphas 2)

After we got engaged, Madison called her mom to tell her about the two of us and invite her to the wedding. But, as Madison worried might happen, her mom didn’t receive the news well. Her mom refused to acknowledge our relationship, no matter how much Madison insisted it was the real deal.

Madison hung up from the phone call that day angry and hurt. I comforted her as much as I could. But the following day, when Madison was at work, I went over to her mom’s place—it wasn’t hard to find the address—and knocked on her door.

I had to do something. Madison was my family now. Her pain was my pain.

When Madison’s mom opened the door, I told her she didn’t have to invite me in, but that I wasn’t leaving until she listened to what I had to say. She folded her arms and remained standing in the doorway, but she waited for me to go on.

So I stood on her doormat and talked. I told her how much I loved Madison. Told her how much Madison loved me. Told her how we both wanted her to be involved in our lives—and that it wasn’t too late to repair her relationship with her daughter if she started putting in the effort.

Honestly, walking away that day, I wasn’t sure whether I’d said enough. And when we didn’t hear anything from her in the weeks that followed, I began to accept the fact that it wasn’t ever going to happen.

But now she’s here. She showed up. And it looks like she’s finally ready to start rebuilding her relationship with Madison.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn to see my dad.

“Ready to get married, son?” he says, giving my shoulder a squeeze. When Madison and I asked him if he would officiate our wedding, he immediately said he’d be honored to.

“I was ready the day I met her,” I say.

“Hold on. Wait here for a second,”I tell Madison as I open the door to our hotel suite. I pick up our luggage and carry it into the room, then make sure there’s rose petals on the bed and a bucket of chilled non-alcoholic champagne like I asked for.

When I return to Madison, she squints at me playfully.

“What are you up to?” she asks.

“This,” I say, scooping her up into my arms. She laughs as I carry her into the room and kick the door shut behind us.

I set her down on her feet in the middle of the room and she looks around for a moment, a hand resting on her belly, before gazing up adoringly at me. “This is so lovely, Titus. Thank you.”

“You’reso lovely, babygirl.”

Her smile deepens. Then, drawing her hands behind herself, she undoes the back of her wedding dress. As the dress loosens, it falls off her, revealing the bridal lingerie she’s got on beneath: a lacy white bra and matching panties that make my hard-on nearly bust through my tux.

I lose my shoes and my jacket and vest. I practically rip off my bow tie and tear off my shirt. I’m throwing the piece of clothing aside when Madison steps forward and starts to undo my pants.

Then she’s down on her knees, taking my cock into her mouth. I curse under my breath as she licks and sucks my length, taking me deeper each time. Fuck, she gets me so hot that I can hardly see straight.

A few minutes later, letting out a growl, I shoot my load down her sweet throat. She moans and swallows, then licks my cock clean. I’m still hard, ready to go again already, and Madison looks up at me with doe eyes as she starts to slide me deep into her mouth again.

But I urge her up to her feet. I pull her over to the bed. I use one hand to hold the back of her neck as I kiss her and use the other to push down her panties and find out how wet she is.

She’s soaked.

I sit down on the bed and pull all her curvy gorgeousness onto my lap. She sinks down onto my cock and lets out a high moan. As she slides up and down, I thrust up into her, her wetness coating my cock.

Our lips crush together as the pleasure builds between us. We move together as one, our breathing growing heavy together, our skin bursting with heat. I slide my hands around to her apple-cheeked ass and squeeze, groaning at how good she feels.

“Oh, God,” Madison moans. “Titus. I’m so close.”

She shuts her eyes and drops her head back, giving into the ecstasy. I drink in her beauty and thrust hard into her as she rides my cock, giving her every thick inch. When she cries out and she clenches around my cock, it sets me off, too.

“Fuck,” I growl and spill into her, filling her with my seed.

Madison gasps for breath as she collapses against me. “I love you so much.”

“I love you more,” I say, kissing her neck.

“Notthisargument again,” she groans, laughing as she continues to catch her breath.

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