Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Her tongue curled along his shaft, lingering over the sensitive spot under his crown before she opened wide and took him deep. She pressed her lips around him and sucked as she pulled back, then repeated the process again.
Matt fell into sensation. He stayed aware of their surroundings, listening for either wildlife or people. But Madison kept snaring his attention with her sweet face tilted up and her fingernails in his thighs.
Fuck, he was fixated—on taking her, possessing her, owning her.
As she slid him deeper into her mouth, he couldn’t stop from cradling her jaw and watching her raw need as she worshipped his cock. The future was coming for them, and they were preparing…but holy shit, he’d love to forget their past and pause the ugly future so he could lose himself in this passion now. He’d kill to build his tomorrows around this connection and never let her go.
Using her hair in his fist, he shuttled onto her tongue again, probing his way to the back of her throat. “Fuck, honey…”
Not that she could hear, but she must know that she got to him. Did she realize that she undid him like no other woman?
She whimpered around his stiff length. An infraction. Disobedience. Another punishable offense. In truth, he’d slipped up first. This definitely wasn’t the time to lose more of his heart to her. Todd might be a douche, but he was a crafty one who would use their feelings for each other against them.
With Matt’s breathing all fucked up and tingles brewing at the base of his spine, he jerked free and stared down at Madison. Her swollen lips were wet, parted, and waiting as she panted. His heart thudded. His desperate cock throbbed. His impatience ratcheted up. She was a fucking fever he couldn’t break.
Ready to go off like a shaken bottle of beer, he gulped down air until he got himself under control. Unmoving, Madison waited, nipples engorged, in red-cheeked, open-mouthed invitation.
He helped her to her feet and positioned her to face the swamp, parting her legs wide as he dragged her headphones off and settled them around her neck. “Get yourself off while I watch.”
She sucked in a sharp, shocked breath and stood in lip-biting hesitation.
“Is there something about my instructions you don’t understand?” he demanded.
Madison lifted her face to him, and even with the blindfold, he could see the way her head wrestled between her modesty and her submission. “No. I…”
“Then do it. Now. Put your fingers in that pretty pussy and make yourself come. I’m waiting.”
“Why?”
“Why am I making you masturbate instead of giving you the orgasm myself?”
Madison swallowed. “Yes.”
“Two reasons. First, you’ve done good, but I need more progress before I reward you. Second, you’ll be able to control your reaction to your own touch better than you can to mine. If you manage to get yourself off without a sound in the next sixty seconds, I’ll give you more orgasms.” Eventually.
She nodded, struggling as she began strumming the clit he couldn’t quite see under her reddening, newly bare pussy. She stiffened, her back bowing. Her breathing roughened. As she grappled, she pressed her lips together, then let out a ragged breath.
The visual of her with her fingers between her folds, dragging slow, small circles around her clit, nearly sent him off.
“That’s it,” he murmured in her ear. “Undo yourself for me. Make it good, honey. But don’t make a sound.”
Her body curled. Her breathing almost stopped. She dug her teeth into her plump bottom lip to hold in her gasps, but her reactions were all over her face. Later, he’d claim he was disappointed, since she couldn’t let Todd witness her emotions. But Matt fucking loved watching Madison give herself bliss.
“Stand up straight. Control your face.”
Instantly, she snapped to obey, standing stock still.
“Bad girl.” He sidled up behind her, murmuring against her nape. “I didn’t tell you to stop getting yourself off. Rub that wet little clit. Let yourself go. The clock is ticking…or I’ll punish you again.”
“I-I don’t know how to hold in my reactions.”
“Learn. If you don’t, we’ll do this over and over until you do.”
Her breath caught as she circled her fingers between her legs almost frantically.
As he watched, she struggled to control her reactions while fighting her dual needs for modesty and orgasm. She was fucking beautiful, tamping down on her verbal and physical tells. Because he’d told her to. She focused inward, controlling her breathing. Her economy of motion and new self-discipline were unbearably sexy.
But as heartbeats became long moments, a flush tiptoed up her chest and flared across her cheeks. Tension crept into her shoulders. Her pulse fluttered at her neck. Desire softened her face. She danced a captivating ballet of self-pleasure he could watch for hours.
They didn’t have that luxury.
“I see your need to come. Wipe it off your face.” He kissed her bare shoulder. “Then surrender to it.”