Page 98 of Madden

“Please, Madden.” She arches her back. I line myself up at her entrance and slowly enter her before leaning over her again.

She circles her arm around my neck, pulling me in to kiss her, and I’m lost.

My mind snaps me out of the moment, and I’m left with the searing pain in my chest knowing what we had will never be the same.

I tighten my grip on my dick, squeezing my eyes shut, desperately trying to bring myself back to that morning with her.

The sight of her legs spread open for me, her soft moans, and hell, even her breath against my ear.

I need her. I want her. Fuck, I love her.

I brush my finger over the tip of my dick, and the familiar tingle at the base of my spine causes my whole body to tense, but I don’t let up. I fist my dick hard and fast until my release shoots against the wall, and I sag in relief.

Then I open my eyes, and once again, I’m reminded she’s gone.