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Chapters (40)
  1. Dedication
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Epilogue One
  38. Epilogue Two
  39. Books By Natasha Madison
  40. Acknowledgments

“Beau.” When she says my name, my cock wants out now. “I’m going to …” She pants now, and my finger thrusts into her even faster, and then I add another one. “Right there.” I look up at the same time she opens her legs even more and moves her hips up and down. “I’m going to …”

“I know,” I say, my fingers getting wetter and wetter. “Let go, baby. I have you,” I say, biting down on her clit, and she finally lets go. Her legs close around my head as she thrashes from left to right, her whole body trembling. I don’t let her go until she stops, and her eyes open slowly.

“Beau,” she says, and it’s everything I thought it would be. I crawl up her body, stopping to take one of her nipples, and then I claim her mouth again. But this time, she isn’t afraid or nervous. No, she puts her leg over mine and turns me to my back, our mouths finding each other right away. Her tongue slides with mine for just a minute more. “I’ve played this moment over and over in my head,” she says, kissing the side of my lips and then trailing them to my neck. “I’d watch you walk in and wonder what was underneath.” Her tongue circles my nipple, and she nips it. “I’d go home, and I would take my toy out.”

“Your toy?” I ask. My cock suddenly gets even harder, and I didn’t think that was possible.

“My toy.” Her tongue traces her lips. “Every single time, it was you. Every single time, I thought it was you.” She straddles me now, sitting on my thighs.

“If you think the first time we do this, it’s with you riding, then you don’t know me like you think you do,” I say, and her eyes almost light up.

“I’m okay with that.” She smiles and takes her hand to rub up and down my covered cock. “Just as long as you know that I’ll be riding you.” She squeezes my cock, and it’s my turn to moan. “But first, I want to take you in my mouth.”

“Is that so?” I ask, and she just nods her head. “You’re going to take me all the way?”

“I’ve been dreaming of this,” she says, pulling down my shorts and freeing my cock. She licks her lips as she eyes my cock. She puts her hands around the base of my cock, and my head goes back on the bed, and I close my eyes. “Bigger …” She moves her hands up and down. “Than my toy.”

“I’m throwing that toy out,” I hiss when she leans down and licks my head.