Page 61 of Madden

I take the camera from her and set it on the bed. I grip her chin between my fingers and lift her mouth to mine. She moans, her lips vibrating against mine when I deepen it.

My dick strains against my zipper, where it has been all night since she came out wearing that sinful-as-hell dress.

The bright blue matches the color of her ocean-blue eyes, and something about the sight when she stares up at me makes me think about how badly I want to see her look up beneath those long lashes when she’s on her knees for me.

I slide my hands over her cheeks to push her hair back, tugging gently on the strands, and her moan turns into more of a low throaty groan.

She pulls back, fluttering her lashes, and whispers my name.

“Get on your knees for me, Brielle.”

Her breath hitches, and she nods slowly. I drop my hands to my side, watching her kneel for me, and dear God, seeing her like this weakens my knees.

Submissive. Compliant.

Mine.

I reach for the button on my pants, dragging the zipper down slowly, and her eyes burn into my hands as she studies me.

My dick is hard. When I tighten my fist, pumping it once, then twice, she quickly darts her tongue over her lips like she’s priming them for when I slip into her warm mouth.

“Brielle,” I command, and she lifts her eyes to meet mine. “I want to fuck your sweet mouth just like I will your pussy.”

Her breath grows heavy, and she nods.

“I want to watch tears form in your eyes and stream down your beautiful face.”

She darts her hands out to grip my thighs. I can’t help but groan when she complies by swiping her tongue over the tip. She hums in appreciation, dropping her mouth open and waiting.

She’s tempting me, and I love it.

“Look at me,” I order, and she obeys as I slide my dick into her mouth.

I roll my eyes closed, pushing my hips forward to thrust deep.

“Oh fuckkkk,” I mutter, forcing my eyes open to watch her.

I slide my fingers into her hair, pushing the strands away from her face, and she moans again.

When she reaches her hand up to touch my balls, I lock my knees to keep them from buckling beneath me.

“You like fuckin’ teasing me, don’t you, Brielle?”

Her eyes glisten as she watches me, saying without words exactly what I know to be true. Even when she was trying to fight it, keeping me at arm’s length, we both know she wanted this.

“Do you like having your lips wrapped around my dick, baby?” I ask, grabbing the camera from the end of the bed.

Her eyes flutter, and I thrust forward. She gags, and I murmur for her to relax her throat.

She breathes through her nose, taking me deeper. She struggles through each stroke, tears forming in her eyes.

I turn on the camera and aim the frame at her. Fuck, I swear nothing is more perfect than the sight of her on her knees for me.

“You look so fuckin’ beautiful with my dick in your mouth.”

Tears stream down her face as I piston my hips back into her and moan her name. When she reaches her hand up to cup my balls again, it takes everything in me not to stop where we’re at and order her onto the bed.

With one hand in her hair and the other focusing the camera on her face, I thrust deep into her mouth.