Page 97 of False Start

She would always be my number one priority.

“Come here,” I rasped against her neck, dropping down so I could maneuver my arm between her back and the mattress. Iheld her against my chest, rolling until she was on top, until my back was against the headboard and she was straddling my lap.

I was still inside her, and when her hands found my shoulders for balance, I flexed my hips just enough to drive in another inch.

I knew she’d feel me deeper this way, knew it would also leave room for me to play with her clit and coax another orgasm out of her.

“Ride me, Madelyn. Let me see you wild and undone and taking what you want.”

Her eyes were heavy and heated as she stared back at me, lips parted, chest heaving. Her thigh muscles engaged, lifting her off my lap until only the tip of me was inside her, and then she sank back down.

In the most slow, torturous pace.

“You love feeling every inch of me, don’t you?” I mused, smirking as she threw her head back and let out a moan once she was fully seated. “Naughty fucking girl.”

I spanked the side of her ass, and her eyes flew open, connecting with mine in a mixture of shock and pleasure. I gripped her ass in both hands, helping her lift and slide back down again, and we picked up the rhythm, her rolling her hips to catch friction against me while I rocked in as deep as I could each time she sat in my lap.

“God, look at you,” I said, shaking my head as she took over the pace. I let my hands roam, cupping her breasts in my palms and groaning at how they were the perfect handful. I slid my hands down next, one finding her hip as the other traced the faint lines on her stomach.

Instantly, Madelyn stilled, her brows furrowing as she covered that hand with her own to stop me from tracing the scars.

I met her worried gaze with one of nothing but admiration, lifting her hand to my lips to kiss each knuckle before I moved us back to run the length of those scars together.

“These are beautiful, Mads. You’re so strong, so fucking sexy.”

For a moment, I was sure she didn’t believe me.

So, I snaked one hand between her legs, thumbing her clit while my other hand slid up and over her breasts until I could wrap it around her throat.

“Look at me,” I commanded, and when she did, I squeezed with just enough pressure to make her moan, working her clit in a smooth, slow circle.

She bucked against the movement, riding me with more passion, telling me she was close.

“You,” I repeated, rocking my hips up to meet hers. “Are.” Another flex, another roll of my thumb. “Sexy.” A squeeze of her throat. “Every inch of you. Every scar. Every mark of motherhood. I’ve never been more turned on in my fucking life, Madelyn. You’re the only one who undoes me like this.”

Madelyn let out a whimper, squeezing her eyes shut and riding me harder, faster, her hands braced against my chest to help her set the pace.

I kept that pressure on her neck, kept my thumb teasing her clit until I could feel her slowing, losing control, so desperate for her release she didn’t know if she should move faster or stop moving altogether.

When she couldn’t keep the pace, I took over, bending my legs so she could rest against them as I bucked my hips. I fucked her hard and deep and mercilessly, my grip on her throat never relenting. And when she caught her second orgasm, I smiled in victory, feeling the way she hugged my cock, the way her entire body quivered with the release.

It was the most intoxicating sight, watching her lose control. Her breasts bounced wildly as she rode me, her head tilted back in ecstasy, mouth open and crying out my name. I kept that bruising pace until the moment she went lax in my lap, until she crumpled against my chest, panting, sweating, clinging to me, her pussy still tightening around my cock in little pulses.

“That’s my girl,” I praised, kissing her hair.

I let her rest for a moment, just barely moving in and out of her. My cock was throbbing now, desperate for a release, but I waited until she caught her breath.

When she started kissing me, started lifting herself off me and dropping back down, I gave in to my own need.

Flipping her onto her stomach, I kissed and sucked and licked a trail up her thighs, biting the lush round apple of her ass before I straddled her from behind. Gripping her hips, I arched that ass up for me, giving her a light spank before I positioned myself at her entrance again.

And when I slid in this time, we hit a new depth.

I knew she felt it, too — likely even more sensitive from her second release. She cried out my name, fingers twisting in the sheets as I withdrew and flexed inside her again.

“I’m close,” I promised. Hell, the truth was I could have come just from eating her out, from tasting her and feeling the way she trembled through her first orgasm.

My balls were tight with the need to release, my cock so sensitive that every thrust inside her felt like I was already climaxing. She was all I could feel, all I could hear, all I could see. She was all that existed.