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Zeus

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Let her go, a voice shouts in my mind, but I ignore it.

I've never given up on anything I wanted, and at this moment in my life, there's nothing I want more than Madison.

As I sit with her on the couch, her straddling me, she brings her arms around my neck.

It's a hesitant touch, I notice. The night I met her, I was so consumed with desire for her that I didn't realize how she had just surrendered herself, never taking control of the kiss. But now that I know the truth, it's easy to see her inexperience.

I never imagined she'd be untouched, even though she’s so young.

All my principles scream that I shouldn't accept what she's proposed because she's too pure for what I want from her, but my body thinks differently, every cell shouting "mine."

"I don't know how to do anything," she says, and I need to close my eyes for a moment.

Madison has no idea how her words drive me crazy.

"A month?" I ask, touching her cheek with the back of my index finger.

The deadline is more necessary than ever. I wanted her before, but knowing she's a blank canvas, that she's never been with a man, heightens my desire irrationally.

"Yes. It's what you proposed to me, but . . .”

"But what?"

"What if you don't enjoy being with me? You said you get bored quickly. And if . . .”

Instead of answering, I let my finger trail down to the valley between her breasts.

She moans and tilts her head back, grinding on my lap, massaging my very hard cock.

"Fuck, Madison!" I lie back on the couch and pull her to me, my mouth devouring her sweet lips, my tongue tasting her warmth.

Her T-shirt rides up, and as my fingers glide over her skin as soft as silk, she whimpers. "You make me all tingly . . .”

My hand moves forward, caressing the firm flesh of her abdomen, right near her breasts, but I don't push farther. I want her eager, trembling, and despite how strongly I desire her, today will be light contact only.

I slide my other hand down her back, the tip of my finger trailing along her spine until it reaches the waistband of her jeans. I slip inside slowly, and I almost growl when I encounter the barrier of her thong.

"We're going to be together for a month, but I'm going to have you completely, Madison. I'm going to possess every inch of you."

She sits up, straddling me, and places both hands on my chest. She shifts against me, and her eyes open wide as if surprised by the pleasure she's discovering. This time, as she moves forward and back on my length, she knows what she's searching for.

"Feel good?"

She bites her lip and nods, her head signaling a yes. "You're going to . . . hmm . . . We’re . . .”

"No."

She lowers her face, hiding in that wild thicket of her hair. "Why not?"

"Is that what you want?"

"I can't know. I've never done anything like this, but this”—she resumes her movements—"feels so good."

I move my hands upward toward her ample breasts, and with my thumbs, I caress her erect nipples through the fabric of her bra.

I'm attuned to her reactions, and I go crazy when she pleads, “More."

"More of what?"

She doesn't answer but raises her arms and takes off her T-shirt.

Madison is beautiful in her innocent sensuality, her face flushed with desire, her lips swollen from my kisses.

"Pull the straps of your bra down for me. Show yourself."

"I've never let a man see me naked before."

"I know. I'm going to be your first everything."

The words root themselves deep within me, perhaps more so than in her.

"Show me those beautiful breasts, Madison," I ask again, committed to keeping it strictly physical, not allowing the girl who has enchanted me since the first time I saw her to reach anything in me beyond the physical.

She gazes at me as she reaches behind her back. "I've never done a striptease at the club, but I really want you to see me naked."

The sight of those perfectly round globes, with large, swollen nipples, overwhelms me.

"Just see?" I ask with my hands on her ribs.

She shakes her head from side to side, then takes one of my hands and places it very close to her breast, over her abdomen. "Whatever you want, Zeus. For a month, I'm yours," she finally responds.

I move my finger slowly, watching her squirm. "You have no idea what I want to do to you, Madison, or you wouldn't surrender like this."

"I'm not afraid of you."

"Why not?" My hand moves up, and she inhales sharply when I pinch the hard nipple of her left breast between my thumb and index finger.

"If I were afraid of you, I'd never let you touch me. I trust my instincts. It's not my body you can hurt, but this," she says, taking my hand and pressing it against her heart. "And I won't allow that."

"I have no intention of hurting you. The idea is just to give each other pleasure."

She leans over, her breasts brushing against my chest."I love the way you look at me."

"How do I look at you?"

"As if you want to devour me whole."

"I'm not going to devour you, Madison, but I'll have you completely. Every part of you will belong to me."

I grab a handful of her hair, forcing her to look at me. I bring her close to me and take her mouth, thrusting my tongue inside, licking her as I intend to do with her pussy.

She's restless, wild, and wants more.

I lift her up, and her breasts hover over my mouth. I run my tongue over one, then the other, but it's not enough. I clamp down and suck greedily.

We both moan, and when I graze her nipple with my teeth, she cries out. She holds on to my hair, preventing me from pulling away. Her other arm is propped up next to my face, serving as support.

Without stopping, I open her jeans and slip my hand over her panties.

She moans loudly, and her grip on my hair tightens when I touch her clit through the fabric.

I've never fought such a great internal battle. I want her naked, open so I can devour her virgin pussy until my thirst is quenched, but I know that if I undress her, I won't be able to stop.

I don't want her first time to be like this, because I'm feeling so unstable right now, I'm not sure I could be gentle. We're temporary, but I want her to have good memories when she looks back.

Despite this determination, I can't resist touching her inside her panties. I clench my jaw as I feel the dampness with the tips of my fingers, and she doesn't make it easy, moving her hips forward and backward against my hand, trying to ride it.

"That's right, Madison, grind against my fingers. Take what you want."

"What do I want, Zeus?"

"To come and come hard."

And it doesn't take long. She's deliciously sensitive. I only need to manipulate her clit for less than a minute, never stopping sucking on her breasts, and she cries out, surrendering. She comes so much that she wets my hand entirely, and needing a taste, I bring my fingers to my mouth.

"Is it good?" she asks.

I pull her mouth to mine and make her taste herself. "I'm going to drink you for hours."

In response, she bites my lower lip, whimpering.

I tighten my grip on her hips. "You take the pill?" I ask.

She's looking at me, but she buries her face in my chest. "No, and I don't plan to," she mumbles.

"Why not?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Look at me, Madison. You're an adult. Discussing how to protect you is necessary."

That seems to annoy her because she gets off me, grabs her bra and t-shirt, and gets dressed at record speed.