Page 90 of The Draft

I swallowed as I felt her fingers tickling up my arm. “It is.”

“So, there are a few more things I’d like to learn about you.” Her nailsscraped down my chest, and I growled, squeezing her ass again, feeling like I was drunk on Madison.

“Do whatever the hell you want.”

She nodded, and I instantly regretted giving her free rein because she shimmied her hips down, so her ass was resting on the edges of my knees and her gaze fell straight to my crotch.

I knew what she was thinking, and I wasn’t sure she was entirely ready for it. Scratch that, I wasn’t sure I was entirely ready for it.

She dropped her hand to my sweats, right across my erection, causing me to cry out.

“Oh, no. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You didn’t,” I said through a wince because, yeah, she was a little rough, but that didn’t mean I wanted her to stop. I placed my hand on top of hers, pushing her into my erection, showing her how I liked it. “Just keep doing what you think feels right.”

Watching me like it was an exam, she pulled my sweats down, all the way off, before tossing them across the room. I’d worry about where later since I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.

She bit back her smile as she took in my boxers before she ventured under the waistband, pulling the fabric down and setting my cock free.

My dick was standing at attention between us, and there was a moment of silence as she frowned down at it. “Oh…my…” She trailed off, staring at my cock like it was a science experiment. Seriously, with her brows furrowed, I almost felt like there was something wrong with it.

“Look at the size of that thing.” She scooted her butt a little forward, glared at my cock, and then at her stomach. “How did that not puncture a lung when you were inside me?”

I didn’t answer, too amused by her reaction. Then she flicked it and watched it bounce. Well, that was one way to clear my head enough to speak.

“Is this the first time you’ve seen a dick, Madison?”

“Up close and hard…yes. I told you that the other day, don’t you remember?” It was kind of hard to remember much when she was on my lap half-naked, inspecting my dick. She gave it another flick, clearly testing its…bounciness?

“Yeah, but I guess I thought you would have at least passed a few bases in high school with…” It was my turn to trail off because merely thinking about Madison with Henry had completely ruined the mood.

She bit her bottom lip and shifted with a smile. “It’s only been you.” I wish I could say the same, but it wasn’t like I had a huge back catalogue of girls in my history. “Dash, can I, can I taste you?”

I swallowed because that got my dick springing to attention again. With big doe eyes, how was I supposed to say no to the girl I’d imagined doing this with multiple times?

Her shaky hand wrapped around my shaft, and I closed my eyes, because even though she was a little haphazard with it, it felt damn good. Madison’s nails grazed my skin ever so slightly, and I liked it.

“Is this the right way?” she asked before she started to move her hand up my shaft, giving it a little squeeze. In all honesty, Madison could breathe in my direction, and I’d be hard, so to have her like this was blowing my mind.

I wrapped my hand around hers and squeezed slightly, coaxing her to add a tiny bit more pressure. When she began to maintain a steady pace, I loosened my grip and closed my eyes. Her little hand felt so good around me, I didn’t want it to end.

My hips bucked suddenly when I felt her kiss the tip. Opening my eyes, I looked at her, shocked. “Shit, Madison. I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked. With her hand still holding me in place, she swiped her tongue across the slit, and I couldn’t breathe for all of two seconds.

“No. No. Please. Do. Not. Stop,” I said through labored breaths.

“Okay,” she said with a smile. Then, she opened her mouth and took me in. Fuck. This was the best moment of my life. Her tongue tickled against my shaft, and when it hit the back of her throat, I tried to pull out, but she gripped my cock tighter, keeping me in place while she flicked her tongue across the top.

Her lips looked perfect with my cock wrapped around them. Combine that with the fact that she was still wearing my shirt and I was so ready.

“Fuck,” I hissed. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop. Seeing you like this is better than I’d ever imagined.”

Still holding my shaft, she popped my dick out of her mouth to say, “Oh yeah? Did you imagine it a lot?”

Her hand was pumping my cock, and I could barely get the words out because her tits were jiggling right along with the movement.

“Ye-Yes.”