I scream out and nearly dislodge his dick as my body convulses on command. I cry out with every wave of release, which only spurs him on. He jackhammers into me until he curses, buries his head between my tits, and moans my name.

We’re a mess of breathless pants and sated whimpers as we cling to each other.

I’ve never experienced anything like this in my life.

I can’t fucking wait to do it again.

27. Maddie

Chapter 27

Maddie

I wake up to the sound of the doorbell. I’m disoriented enough that I have to sit up and rub the sleep out of my eyes before I can make sense of what’s happening.

“Stay put, baby girl. I’ll be right back.”

Dempsey kisses my bare shoulder before rising from the bed, pulling on his pants, and leaving the room.

I pout at his retreating form. Where the hell does he think he’s going? I check the time on my phone and see that it’s already ten. I can’t remember the last time I slept in this late.

After he fucked my brains out and made me question everything I know about sex, we stayed up talking for hours. Even when we were both yawning through every other sentence, neither of us wanted the night to end.

We talked about his job at The Oak, and I told him about my new apartment off campus. He told me all about his time at Harvard, and about the entrepreneurship contest he won his senior year. He talked a little about his mom, and I told him about my dream of living in a big city and making big bucks as a corporate lawyer.

It was like the perfect first date. Except we skipped the awkward small talk and just went right for the stuff that matters while lying naked in my bed.

And then, once we were too sleepy to keep our eyes open, he rolled on a fresh condom, sucked on my neck and tits, and fucked me so deeply I thought I wet the damn bed from the amount of pleasure that dripped out of me.

That’s right. Dempsey Haas made me come thrice last night.

No man has ever made me come even once during sex—a fact I didn’t share with Dempsey—and I’m mortified at the thought of what I’ve been settling for.

I enjoy sex, and I do orgasm, but I usually have to be very hands-on in my own pleasure with guys my age. Occasionally, I just fake it to get it over with, then rub one out while the guy’s in the bathroom or once he leaves for the night.

What can I say? I’m an independent woman. I don’t need a man to make me come.

Or I didn’t think I did until now.