Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
As she screamed and her body jolted with a seemingly endless orgasm, Madison knew she had just irrevocably given this man some part of her forever.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next evening, Matt stood just outside the suite where he and Madison had been holed up all weekend, squared his hat on his head, and let out a shuddering breath. In one hand, he held bags from the drugstore and burgers from a nearby restaurant. In the other, he clutched the door key, trying to clear his head before he entered the suite. But he felt her inside, waiting for him. The answering pang in his chest alarmed him.
This girl was ruining him, and he was letting it happen. Once he’d gotten his hands on her, his mental speed bumps had flattened. His emotional guardrails had melted away. He’d come at her full throttle—something he’d sworn he’d never do to any woman. He’d seen the devastating aftermath too many times.
Breathe. Slow down. Get your head together. He’d been telling himself that for twenty-four hours. But that seemed beyond him now. Madison was like a fever. And once they’d fallen into bed, the two of them had been inseparable in every sense. Every time he saw her, smelled her, felt her…he lost his goddamn mind.
After the first time they’d had sex, he had carried her to the tub, fully intending to let her soak…and to give himself some space to process the fact she had loved his insatiable demand as much as he’d enjoyed her pleading surrender. The thick satisfaction of knowing she had yielded every part of herself to him with barely any hesitation was perverse…and exciting as fuck.
Was this how his father had started down his dark path?
Instead of leaving Madison to the clawfoot, he’d hopped in with her, licked her swollen little pussy until she was on the quivering verge of coming again and begging for his mercy. Then he’d taken her, dripping and shuddering, on the bathroom floor.
She’d barely found her breath when he’d flipped her over and started the process again, thumbing her until she scratched at the hardwoods and screamed his name. Watching her was a deviant high that both thrilled and terrified him. She might be the death of him, but her lure felt impossible to resist.
After a long, slow screw in the shower, they finally emerged from the bathroom, exhausted and weak-kneed, and stumbled into bed still damp. Together, they had fallen asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.
Neither of them had moved until four that morning, when he’d awakened on fire for her. Compliantly, she’d spread her legs, and he’d driven her again to frenzied, entreating bliss, dangling her pleasure just out of reach for half a small eternity before settling her on top of him and slamming her down his aching cock for a hard, explosive ride.
They’d napped through the inn’s reputedly amazing breakfast. When they’d awakened, they had flipped channels while imbibing a bottle of champagne he’d discovered in the minifridge. After polishing that off, he’d been lightheaded and loopy. His cares had slipped away, and he turned Madison inside out again, until she pleaded with sweet tears. He’d rewarded her by fucking her ruthlessly. Then they’d slept more before awakening to chat about nothing important.
He was beyond hooked and halfway in love with this woman he had met yesterday. Worse, the thrill he got from bending her body to his will and unraveling her was even more sickly exciting than it had been the first time. He had to stop; Matt knew that. He had never wanted to be like his dad. But every time he thought of Madison naked, waiting, and aching for him, his concerns evaporated, and he took her like a man possessed until she yielded completely and beseeched him for another of the crushing climaxes slowly destroying them both.
Matt was afraid and appalled. He had to do something.
Suddenly, the door to the suite wrenched opened. Madison stood in the opening, all smiles, pink and naked and alluring as hell. “You’re back.”
“How did you know I was here?” There was no peephole in the door.
“I felt you.”
As if they were hardwired together. He understood that. Knowing she felt it, too, broke down his good intentions. That explained why his trip to the store around the corner for more condoms and the diner down the street for their first meal in twenty-four hours had seemingly dragged on forever. The separation from her had been an actual physical ache.
Holy shit.
“What do you want first?” He shouldered his way inside, holding up both bags.
They both needed food, but every cell and nerve ending in his body prayed she chose sex. He required her again, like water. No, like air. Like he might die if he didn’t have her now.
It made no sense.
Madison locked the door behind him as she eyed the sacks. Her breathing turned choppy. Her nipples hardened. A glance down told him that her cunt was swollen and slick for him again.