Page 33 of Rising Star

Thrusting into her, my hips moved with purpose.

Madison cried out my name, and I swallowed the whimpers tumbling from her lips.

“You’re perfect. So perfect,” I said, breathless, getting her hair away from her nape so I could feast on the flesh there.

My growls became her moans.

My body ended where hers began.

I pounded into Madison again and again. My brain blanked out. My body only driven by the sounds passing through her luscious lips.

I let go of her hair, withdrew from her warmth, and flipped her until her back hit the wall. We stared at each other, panting, no word strong enough to express the intensity of the moment.

“Oh, Sam,” she whimpered as I lifted her back up, spearing her with my dick, and rammed into her with abandon. Her grip around my neck tightened. I sank into her, using my arms to glide her up and down my shaft.

We were catching fire together.

The chains I had fastened around my unavailable heart loosened.

Madison cried out my name again, and I hammered into her like it was my sole mission in life. The reason for my existence.

My fingers wrapped around her neck of their own, and I pressed my forehead to hers as I caught my breath. Our lips reconnected. I’d never get enough.

One of my palms molded to her breast, and I kneaded it while my tongue cherished her other nipple.

My hand traced down her body, halting at the junction of her thighs. As I pushed into her deeper, my fingers rubbed her clit, eliciting muffled cries from her.

Madison moaned when her back hit the wall with every roll of my hips.

A loud groan exited my mouth. I was combusting inside out.

My hand clasped her chin holding her in place, and I lost myself in her eyes as she surfed her climax.

She vibrated against me, and we never broke eye contact.

My own release was held by a flimsy thread. I was so close, but I dreaded the instant it would all be over.

My movements were less precise as I fought with my orgasm.

I tried, I really did, but I couldn’t prevent myself anymore.

When I lowered Madison to her feet, I pulled out. Her hand wrapped tight around me, milking my cock to the last drop.

Gravity left me.

My teeth nibbled her bare shoulder, grounding me in this world. She cried out, and I soothed the sting with my tongue and more kisses. I surrendered myself to her, my eyes closing, desperate to remember the bliss. More jolts traversed my body. Panting, I tried to suck in a breath. A million sensations filled me. Colored dots danced in my vision.

Once I came down from the high, I opened my eyes.

My cum adorned Madison’s bare stomach, and both our gazes landed there.

My hand rested on the side of her face as I pressed my forehead against hers, the two of us panting for air.

I’d never experienced anything like this before. A sense of belonging, of being home. A perception I had found my place in this world. More than any concert could ever provide me.

My mouth descended on her reddened lips, and I took my time kissing her, aware it would be the last time. No way would I let myself go there ever again. For the time being. No matter how incredible it felt. Not before we finished touring together. Because if I messed up, it would affect my kids and everything we all had been working for.

“You know it can’t happen again,” Madison said as if she could read my mind. And my worst fears. “Not for the next six months at least.”