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Madison

I’m panting as I grab at Myles and try to pull him over me. I snag his tie and tug it. “Off.”

He crawls over me, fully clothed. He hovers and plants a gentle kiss on my lips. “You want my tie off?” he teases.

“Everything. Myles. Now.”

He shakes his head. “No, sweetheart. You’re not ready for that.”

I rise onto my elbows and glare at him. “Don’t tell me what I’m not ready for, Myles.

That was the hottest experience of my life.

And I want to do that scene and ten thousand others like it again, but I’m not a schoolgirl in real life.

I’m a grown woman. You just ate my pussy.

Take your fucking clothes off and find a condom. ”

He smirks as I roll to my side, crawl over to the edge of the bed, and yank open the nightstand drawer.

Bingo.

Condoms.

I grab the box. It’s unopened. After taking off my socks, I plop onto my ass and tackle the cellophane on the box.

Myles hasn’t moved. I shoot him a glare.

He’s still leaning over the bed where I crawled out from under him.

I swear. No is not an option here. “What are you doing?” I finally manage to tear into the plastic with my teeth when it won’t comply with my fingers.

“Myles, I will not speak to you for a week if you don’t fuck me right now.

” I glance down. “Why is this box not open?”

He chuckles as he stands and starts to remove his tie. “Because it hasn’t been used?”

“Ha-ha. Don’t you bring women here for sex?”

We’re making progress when he pulls his tie off, but then he snatches the box from my hands and cups the back of my neck.

“I don’t have sex with every woman who comes to the club, Madison.

It’s been a damn long time. I had Easton put that in there earlier when he brought the schoolgirl outfit into the apartment. ”

I’m relieved for some irrational reason. “So, you did intend to fuck me.”

He growls. “Not today. Eventually.”

Nope. No, no, no. “Eventually is now. Why are you still dressed?” I yank the box back from him and open it before pulling out a foil package. Without hesitation, I open that, too, as if I know a single thing about condoms.

Myles stands and runs a hand down his face. “Madison…”

“Don’t use that tone with me, Myles. You’re starting to piss me off. We’re both adults. We just did a hot scene together. Now we’re going to fuck. Don’t overanalyze it.”

He narrows his gaze at me, but at least he removes his shirt. “Who’s the Dom in this relationship?”

“You are, Sir,” I say with saccharin dripping from my mouth as I bat my eyes at him. “Dominate me.”

Myles chuckles. “I don’t think you understand the meaning of the word submissive.”

“I understand it just fine.”

“I haven’t stretched you enough, sweetheart.”

“I don’t care. It will be tight the first time, no matter what.

You can’t stop it from hurting. Why are your pants still on?

” I don’t want to give him time to overthink this.

We’re having sex. End of story. I don’t want to go over my age and ten other arguments he might have for days and days.

This will change things between us. I want that.

His tiptoeing around the subject of sex ends tonight.

Myles grabs one of my ankles and tugs until I fall onto my back. The open condom flies to the floor. “Why are you being so sassy, naughty girl?”

I giggle. I finally believe he might comply. It was a crapshoot. He could have turned me down. “I’ll stop sassing you and be the most perfect submissive if you stop balking and take off your pants.”

As his hands move to the front of his slacks, I slide to the floor, kneel before him, spread my knees, and sit back on my ankles. I tip my head back and look up at my Dom.

He’s frozen.

One point to me.

“Madison…” His voice is husky. It makes my skin tingle.

I reach up and move his hands out of the way so I can take over unfastening his pants. He lets me. It makes me feel oddly powerful. It’s impossible to keep my breath from hitching as soon as I free his erection.

My mouth is dry. His cock is right in my face. And Myles stands very still as his pants and underwear fall to the floor. He doesn’t say a word or move while I stroke a finger up his shaft.

It’s big. That seems cliché in my head, but are they all this big? I doubt it.

I rise onto my knees, hold his shaft in my hand, and flick my tongue over the slit at the top.

The hiss that escapes Myles’s lips sends a shudder down my body. This is powerful. I do this to him. I make his cock hard, and he’s being a statue for me .

He doesn’t stop me until I’m about to slide my mouth down his length.

Finally, his hand comes to the top of my head.

He gently pulls my head back and removes the giant bow I forgot I was wearing.

I’m sure it looked ridiculous now that I’m naked.

“As badly as I’d like to have my cock in your mouth, sweetheart, not tonight. Not if you want me in your cunt.”

I push out my bottom lip.

He smirks. “I thought we were done with the naughty schoolgirl scene.”

“Can I suck you tomorrow?” I ask as if I have some negotiation leverage with this Dom.

He chuckles. “You’ll do as you’re told both today and tomorrow. I like you on your knees like this, though. That you can do anytime you want to.”

I smile, liking that I pleased him.

He leans over, grabs the box of condoms from the bed, and pulls a new one out. Handing it to me, he says, “Try again. We lost the last one.”

My fingers shake as I open it. “Which way does it go on?”

He laughs. “Whichever way you didn’t try first. I don’t think any man has ever guessed right the first time.”

I examine it and see why he would say that. It’s hard to tell and would be impossible in the heat of the moment. I pick a side, set it over the tip of his cock, and then grin when I realize I got it right the first time. I roll it down his length.

“Climb onto the bed, naughty girl.”

I rise and obey him, coming to my knees again on the mattress. “Is it a thing that I need to be on my back?”

He cups my face and kisses me. “No. Never. Not even this first time. In fact, if you really want to control your first experience, I can lie on my back, and you can take your time easing onto me.”

I flatten my hands on his chest and think about what he just said. “I don’t know if I want to control it. That seems like a lot of pressure.”

He kisses me again, this time lingering, so I’m panting by the time he pulls back. “We’ll have sex in every imaginable position over the course of our lives, sweetheart. How about you lie back and spread your pretty legs open this time?”

I’m kind of relieved that he’s taken the decision out of my hands. When I stretch out in the middle of the bed and open my legs, he lets his gaze slide languidly up and down my body. Over and over until I’m trembling from the intensity.

“Myles…”

“Give me a minute, sweetheart. I want to savor this. Memorize it.” He strokes his cock from base to tip gently.

I watch him, mesmerized. I’m growing more aroused by the second from nothing but his gaze.

Finally, he sets a knee on the bed and climbs between my legs.

I’m surprised when he lowers his body over mine and threads his fingers in my hair, dislodging the updo I’ve had it in all day. His shaft is lined up with my entrance. It’s nudging me as if it knows what to do without any guidance.

I thought he would need to use his hand, but apparently not. His cock knows where it wants to be on its own. Is it always like this?

“Take a breath, sweetheart. Try to relax.”

I inhale slowly, but relaxing isn’t in the cards. “Please, Myles. Stop stalling. Fuck me.”

He thrusts into me almost before the words are out of my mouth.

The breath whooshes from my lungs. My vision blurs. It’s too much. Way too much. Too tight. Too full. It hurts.

My lips tremble as I try not to cry out. Tears form in the corners of my eyes.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” he orders. “Look at me.”

I shake my head and squeeze my eyes closed. “Too tight.”

“I know, sweetheart. It will get better. I promise. Try to relax your cunt.”

I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.

“Madison…” His voice is filled with authority. “Eyes on mine.”

I clench my jaw as I try to focus on him.

“Good girl.” His thumbs stroke my cheeks. “Inhale.”

I manage to obey that command, too. Soon, the pain eases.

“That’s my girl. Again.”

I blow the air out of my lungs and draw it in again.

“Better?”

I nod.

He kisses me with such tenderness that my heart melts and my pussy relaxes around his enormous girth.

Setting his forehead against mine, he says, “I’m sorry.

I didn’t want to hurt you. It was probably stupid of me to think I could have spared you even if I stretched your cunt for weeks.

It was inevitably going to hurt the first time. I promise it won’t be like this again.”

Or we could not fuck again , I think to myself, even while I know I’m full of shit. Obviously, people have sex. Everyone has a first time. I’m lucky I’m with a man who adores me and is extremely patient.

“I’m going to ease out a bit, okay?”

I nod again. I can’t seem to speak.

Myles pulls his cock almost all the way out and slides it back in, perhaps even deeper. I can’t focus on that, though. I’m busy thinking about how it’s possible that there are so many nerve endings inside my vagina and how all of them are beyond happy with this movement he’s added.

“Again?” he asks.

I moan. “Please…” My voice is odd. It belongs to someone else.

Myles kisses me again and again while the tingling grows until I dig my fingertips into his shoulders and arch my chest against his.

“Good?”

“So…good.”

He suddenly thrusts harder, and I gasp as my pussy clenches around him, gripping his shaft impossibly hard.

“ Myles .” This orgasm is not like any I’ve had before. It’s so intense that I lose track of where we are. The room spins and fades, stars flicker in front of my eyes.

I’m trapped in heaven, having decided this is the best thing I’ve ever experienced. I don’t ever want him to pull out. That’s where my head is when Myles pushes really deep and grinds the base of his cock against my clit.

I scream.