Chapters (40)
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Epilogue One
- Epilogue Two
- Books By Natasha Madison
- Acknowledgments
“You need to move,” she says as she adjusts herself for me. “I need you to move.” Her words come out breathlessly. I put one of her legs on my shoulder and fall forward again, putting my hands beside her hips and going even deeper than I thought I could.
“Beau.” She calls my name again, and this time, I move in her. My hips move up and down, playing with her clit at the same time, as I pull out and slowly enter her again. I try to go as slow as I can, but when she puts her hands on my neck and looks me in the eyes, her voice comes out in a pant. “Harder.” She tries to lift her hips off the bed to meet my thrusts, but I slam into her and then move my hips up and down, teasing her clit again. I bend my head, putting my forehead on hers as I slam into her over and over again. Our lips touch sometimes, and when they do, she slides her tongue into my mouth.
“Right there,” she says every time I slam into her. Each time harder and harder. “I’m going to,” she says, and I slam my mouth on hers. Our tongues tangle together while she spasms over my cock, and I empty myself in her. I bury my face into her neck, trying to get my breathing under control. She wraps her arms around me and hugs me close to her.
“How much time between?” she asks, and when I get up and look at her, she is smiling.
“What do you mean?” I ask, leaning down and taking her lips in a kiss.
“I mean, I could go again now.” She squeezes my cock with her pussy. “From the feel of it …” She squeezes me again. “You are also good to go.”
I move out of her and slam into her again, my cock still rock hard. “I think I’m good to go also.”
“Good.” She rubs her hands up my back. “It’s my turn to ride.” The last word is drawn out in a long moan. She wiggles under me, and I take my cock out of her. She gets on her knees now in front of me and shocks me when she leans over and takes my cock into her mouth all the way to the base.
“Fuck,” I say. My hand goes to her head, and my hips move on their own. I see her ass wiggling side to side, so I lean over and smack her ass. She just moans through it.
“Are you playing with yourself?” I ask. When she nods, I think I’m going to shoot down her throat. She lets go of my cock.
“Sit down with your head against the headboard,” she tells me, and I look at her. “I’ve thought about this for many years.”