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I look at him, having no idea what to say, and so I just kiss him. But this time our kiss feels… different. I don’t know what it is, but hearing him say that he cares about me somehow changed things. And I mean that in a good way.
I mean, Madden is wealthier than God (and as handsome as a God) and he could have any woman in the world. And here he is right now, telling me that he cares about me. Could it be just a… just a move? Is he trying to soften me up just so he can fuck me? No, I don’t think so - but still, I have to be careful. Even if he really means it, that doesn’t mean I’ll spread my legs for him. At least in the way he wants me to.
“Cat got your tongue?” He laughs softly, smiling as he tucks a lock of hair over my ear, his fingertips brushing against my face.
“Oh, shut up,” I shoot back at him, taking one hand back to his crotch and feeling his still hard cock.
“What if I don’t want to shut up? Are you going to make me?” He teases me, narrowing his eyes into slits. He’s trying to make me lose control, I know it… And, hell, it’s working. My pussy is burning from the inside out, and I need something more than to just have his fingers on me.
“Yes, I’ll make you,” I find myself saying, a wicked thought popping into my mind. Using my lower legs as leverage against the leather seat, I lift my hips up and then stand up over Madden, my feet on either side of his legs. He looks up at me, placing his hands on my knee and sliding them up to my thighs; grinning wildly, he grabs the fabric from my thong that laces my outer thighs and starts pulling it down my legs. I hold my breath as I feel the fabric sliding down my skin, and then I raise one foot at a time, kicking off my thong to the floor of the limo.
Never taking my eyes off his, I take my hands to my shoulders and, doing it as slowly as I can, I push the straps of my dress down my arms. The front of my dress droops over my breasts, revealing the outer edge of my bra, and I smile as I see Madden’s eyes widening with anticipation. He’s enjoying my impromptu strip, no doubt about it.
“Enjoying the view?” I ask him with a purr, tugging on my dress and sending it down to my waist, my nipples becoming so hard against the inside of the bra that they might cut through the fabric.
“I always enjoy the view whenever my eyes are on you,” he tells me without thinking twice about his answer, and I can’t help but offer him a pleased smile. Now that the kind of answer a woman likes to hear, Madden, I think to myself as I take my hands behind my back and free the clasp of my bra. Moving my shoulders up and down teasingly, I let the straps slide down my arms and place both my hands over my breasts, grabbing the cups and stopping them from falling off my body.
Then, easing the pressure off my fingers, I start uncovering my breasts slowly. When my rosy nipples finally come into sight, the expression in Madden’s face becomes a priceless one. His eyes are wide with desire, and his parted lips give him the look of a man with a single-track mind. Right now, I can tell you that there’s not a single thought inside his eyes - he’s just enjoying the moment, living in the present tense.
Jesus, I don’t know what it is about Madden and Tristan, but sex with them (even though we never really did it) is akin to something transcendental. It just goes beyond the physical realm, forcing us to float up into some higher dimension where everything makes sense.
And, right now, what makes sense is being as wicked as I can possibly be.
Allowing the bra to fall from my breasts, I then sway my hips from side to side and let my dress fall down my legs. I kick it off to the side and now, completely naked (well, aside from my high heels), I offer Madden a devilish grin.
“You said you wanted my pussy didn’t you?” I ask him, my heart feeling like a war drum inside my chest.
“I did.”
“You said you needed it.”
“I did,” he repeats, his words growing heavier each time he says them.
“Then here it is,” I whisper, moving fast and raising one leg. I place my heel against the seat, next to his face, and then tangle my fingers in his hair and yank on it, pulling him toward me as I move my hips forward.
Allowing me to take control, he just takes his hands to my ass cheeks and opens his mouth wide, crushing it against my wet pussy without wasting a single second. I throw my head back and let a moan explode in my mouth, Madden’s tongue pushing its way past my inner lips and jabbing at my insides. More than kissing or sucking, he eats me out with an urgent need, doing it like a man that has just found the most marvelous thing in the whole universe.
“Oh, Madden,” I sigh, moving my hips and rubbing my pussy against his face, the tip of his nose brushing against my clit. He still has his hands on my ass cheeks, his fingers digging into my flesh and keeping me in place. “I… I… Oh, God, I love it,” I moan, yanking on his hair so hard that I’m surprised I didn’t tear any out off his scalp.
He doesn’t respond back - after all, his mouth is pretty busy right now - but I can almost feel that his answer would be ‘of course you love it.’
Gritting my teeth, I keep on thrusting against his face; still grabbing my ass, he spreads my cheeks wide and caresses my crack with one finger. He runs it up and down, always slowing down when he goes over my hole, and my mind starts boiling as I anticipate what his next move is going to be.
Now holding his hand still, he presses his index finger against my ass hole and, slow and carefully, he starts sliding it in. I hold my breath as he does it, my whole body tensing up so much that my muscles feel as if they’re about to pop like a balloon.
Sliding his finger in and out of my ass, a gentle rhythm to it, he then takes his other hand to my pussy and presses down on my clit. He strokes it at the pace with which he’s fingering me, and even his tongue seems to slow down so that all of him is in perfect sync.
I can’t believe I’m doing this right now. I’m sharing a limo with a billionaire, a man that could have any woman he wanted, and he’s perfectly content with not fucking me. Even though he’s dying to have his cock inside my pussy, he isn’t pushing the subject - he has understood the limitations I’ve set, and he refuses to push past these limitations. As cocky and arrogant as he might seem sometimes, there’s more to Madden than meets the eye.
“I think I’m gonna -- Oh God!” I cry out, a high voltage current running through my body, charging me up like a battery. Inside my skull, there’s a storm raging, and it’s scattering all of my sanity and throwing it against the walls inside my head. I feel a ball of fire growing in the pit of my stomach, and then that ball simply explodes like a supernova, its flaming arms spreading all over my body.
“OH GOD!” I shout, my throat suddenly feeling raw from the effort. “SO GOOD!” I continue, my muscles now going from tense to succumbing to a string of spasms.
I remain like that for God knows how long, the orgasm completely destroying my perception of time, and then I just collapse on top of Madden as the flames of ecstasy finally die out inside of me.
Rolling to the side, I lay down on the seat, my head against the handle of the door; I keep my eyes closed as I take long, deep breaths, my lungs feeling as if they’re on ice and fire at the same time.
“That was fucking amazing,” I hear Madden say, and I open my eyes to look at him. He’s still sitting, his mouth and chin glistening from my fluids, and there’s something in his eyes that I can’t quite understand. Is it… pleasure? But he was the one pleasuring me. “I could keep going forever,” he continues, never blinking as his eyes roam over my naked body.
