Page 91 of The Draft

“What did you imagine?”

Trust Madison to ask questions at the most inappropriate times. “This, but way less hot.” It took several labored breaths and a lot of focus to get those five words out, and thankfully, it seemed to satisfy her.

Licking her lips, she asked, “Do you like it when I suck your cock? Or is it the deep-throating that’s getting you off?”

Breathe in. Don’t come on her face. But imagine what it would look like?

Heat burned behind my eyes because I had no idea Madison was a dirty talker, or that I so badly wanted to see how far I could take it.

“It’s the best view in the world, baby.”

“Ugh, I swear I could come just from that,” she joked before bringing me back into her mouth. Moving faster, she dropped one hand to my balls and scratched her nails across them. All the while, her tongue was tickling the top of my shaft when she wasn’t deep-throating me.

Shaking, I threaded my fingers through her hair, grasping a clump of it so I could guide her to the right spot. She kept up with the unrelenting pace, and I was so close. “Madison, I’m going to come.” I gripped her hair, ready to pull her off me, so she didn’t have to take any of my cum, but she wouldn’t let me.

She just made a disgruntled noise and kept sucking. That was more than enough to make me see stars even though it was daylight. I couldn’t think because I was too lost in the way Madison made me feel.

She swallowed every last drop of me, and when she popped me out, she licked her lips clean of me. “Delicious,” she said, visibly swallowing.

It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

I fell back onto the bed, and she crawled up beside me, trying to curl her body into mine. “That was the most amazing experience of my life,” I said, and she hummed, snuggling into me with a contented smile. Did she think we were done?

Rolling over, I encased her body with mine and kissed her. Then, sittingon my haunches, I took her in. “You’re beautiful.” Madison smiled but looked almost embarrassed by the admission. I couldn’t have that. I made a mental note to tell her she was beautiful every day I got the chance to from now on.

I toyed with the sides of her G-string, following the edge of the underwear all the way to the back, so I forced her to open her legs for me. Just a tiny piece of string was in the way of me having my fun, and I couldn’t wait to touch her.

Shivering with anticipation, she was catching her breath and I just watched, happy knowing that it was me doing it to her. Just as my fingers grazed the side of her panties, I dipped down and kissed her mid-thigh.

“Da-sh.” She could barely say my name, she was so lost in the feeling. I ignored her plea and kissed her all the way up her thigh until I reached the edge of her panties. She was right there, ready for me to taste, but I liked the idea of making her wait for it.

I backed up, letting my fingers tickle her knees, and when Madison realized what I was doing, she growled, pushed her hands through my hair, and pulled my face down until my nose skated across her center. She yelped when I pressed my nose down before lightly biting her panties.

“You like that?” I smiled, so tempted to lick her through the panties.

“Don’t be a pussy tease. Just touch me already.”

“As you wish.”

I picked up the edge of her underwear and shifted it to the side. Giving her no time to feel the cool air across her center, I kissed her clit. French kissing, to be precise. Licking, sucking, kissing. I was watching her body tremble, doing my best to coax out as much pleasure as I could from her.

With her hands still in my hair, she closed her eyes and squeaked out something inaudible. I was flicking my tongue quickly across her clit now, watching her try to hold back.

“Your tongue,” she panted out, scratching her nails across my scalp. Her legs were twitching, trying to shut, so I knew she was close.

Pushing her thighs down, I tickled her entrance with my index finger, causing her to lift her knees up and curl her toes. She was holding back, but I wouldn’t let her. When her eyes opened and she was watching me eat her out, I pushed my finger into her.

“Dash,” she breathed out. It was all it took before her pussy clenched around my finger, and her body convulsed. Her hips were pushing into me. Holding my finger in place, I let her ride out her orgasm while I gently lapped at her clit.

I might have just said that watching her give me a blowjob was the best experience of my life, but apparently, I was wrong. Watching her face while I made her come easily surpassed that.

When her legs fell to the bed and she was regaining her composure, I made my way to her, and lay next to her.

Finally, with wild hair and a satisfied smile, she looked at me.

“That was the best experience of my life.” I kissed her, skating my tongue across her lips before dipping it into her mouth, making sure she could taste herself on me. “I’m still hungry.”

Even in her delirious haze, her eyes nearly bugged out at the suggestion. “Um, what?”