I drag my tongue along my lips, humming my approval, before leaning in, wrapping my lips around as much length as I can on the first pass. I pull back, relax my jaw, and open up to take him deeper.
I gaze through my lashes, watching as he clasps the car with a vise-like grip, holding himself back from blowing right away.
“You look like you missed this, Mads. You love taking my dick down your throat.” He thrusts, causing me to gag and my eyes to water. “There’s my girl.” He thrusts again, and by his dark expression, I know he’s getting off on my struggling.
He always has.
I pull back to take a breather, running my flattened tongue his entire length, then circle the tip.
“Yesss,” he hisses before I advance forward again, wrapping my lips around him while his salty come trickles down into the back of my throat, bobbing my head forward and back.
He’s close.
“Mmm,” I purr around him.
“Mads…fuck!” he chokes out. “I’m coming.”
He grabs my ponytail with one hand and takes over, holding me in the position he wants. He bucks forward, groaning loudly, his body jerking, as his warm come coats the back of my throat.
It doesn’t stop me; there is a want—no, a need—to extract every last drop from him.
Against his hold, I push further, causing him to hit the back of my throat. A “fuck, fuck, fuck”is mumbled, but I don’t register anything as I suck up to his tip, circling the head one last time before pulling back.
I kiss the side of his length, smiling as his breath hitches, then rest my forehead against his stomach, catching my breath, swallowing every last drop of him.
Nate strokes the side of my face, both of us catching our breath, taking in the moment.
He’s right, I do love this…his taste, his pleasure, making him come undone.
Mine.
He cups my face, angles it up to look at him, and there I find a very amused, cheeky smirk, taking me in before jumping down off the side of the car, his penis still semi-hard, hanging out of his shorts.
He kisses me, regrettably quick, before his eyes narrow in on my legs, pressed together, soothing the deep ache pulsing through me.
One swipe and I’m done for…and by the look in his expression, he knows exactly that.
“Open for me, Goddess.” His voice is low but demanding.
My legs spring open, and he reaches forward. Like a professional, he hits my throbbing center immediately. His fingers drag along my core, already soaked from one pass, and after a second of him rubbing my clit, my eyes are rolling back, my legs trembling, and I cry out, riding out my pleasure in an embarrassingly quick fashion.
My head is thrown back on the seat, my eyes are closed, and all I can think of is how I want to go inside and do this all over again.
Nate’s voice is dangerously low. “You just opened Pandora’s box, Mads. Today’s just begun for you and me.”
My lips tilt in a smug grin. “I was planning on it.”
27
Maddie
We pullthrough the charming town of Sag Harbor, which I remember from the years of being with Nate is his favorite place in the Hamptons.
Historic houses protected by the town, unique boutiques, stunning art galleries, and, of course, this is where his precious boat is docked.
The town is tree-lined, like it’s picked right out of a storybook, with a hotel dating back to 1846.
It’s nothing like what I expected.
