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Zeus

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

"Madison . . .”

This isn't what I had planned. I intended to taste her fully first. However, since we met, nothing has followed a straight line.

"I told you that I would be the best student."

Her soft tongue circles the swollen head of my cock, collecting the pre-cum without wasting a drop, and I'm no longer capable of thinking clearly.

Then she opens her lips and takes me in slowly, hesitantly.

"It won't be all your way. If you want to learn, you'll have to be a good girl and do as I like. Open your mouth."

I need to regain control of myself, so I grasp her jaw with one hand. With the other, I grip her hair.

Desire for her spreads with a wildness I've never felt.

She must have taken those videos seriously, because she doesn't pull back as my cock slides into her warm mouth.

Seductively, she sucks me in, inch by inch.

Madison seems determined to drive me crazy.

I tighten my grip on her hair, and she moans. Her tongue licks my length.

A shock of lust surges through me as I watch her taking me in.

"Just like that. Suck it nicely," I command, moving my hips forward. "I'm going to fuck your mouth before I eat your pussy."

My words seem to excite her, and she tries to take more of me.

I grasp her hips, guiding her movements, and she moans loudly. Her lips are wrapped around me.

I reach the back of her throat, but when I feel her gag, I pull out.

"No," she protests, pulling me back in again.

"You need to relax your mouth. I don't want to hurt you."

Obeying, she lets go, allowing me to control the movement.

I establish a slow, steady rhythm, giving her time to adjust.

She moans around my cock, causing my legs to tremble.

When I sense that she's not just letting me fuck her mouth but truly sucking me, I increase the speed.

The sounds she makes while sucking me dry shatter what remains of my control. I'm eager to fill her with my cum, but today is her first time, and she deserves more than just satisfying me before experiencing her own pleasure.

So even though I'm craving more, I pick her up and carry her to the double futon a few steps away, which acts perfectly as a bed, its mattress soft and thick.

"Open your legs for me," I order after laying her down.

My staff lit the torches I keep on the beach, so even though I can't see her as well as I want, when she hesitantly spreads her thighs as instructed, I notice the glistening of her arousal.

I don't let her get accustomed to the position, because I'm starving.

I go to her and place her thick legs over my shoulders.

"Watch as I devour you."

She props herself up on her elbows, and as I part the lips of her untouched sex and begin to lick her, she cries out with pleasure.

She squirms, consumed by desire, but I don't stop. I suck on her clit and gently finger her, alternating with licks and nibbles on her swollen labia. She moans, calling my name, and all that's going through my mind is that I want to hear that sound forever.

She locks her legs around my neck, using her heels on my back as leverage to lift her hips, and she comes hard, but I don't stop licking her.

"If you keep doing that, I'm going to pass out. It's too much."

"I'm nowhere near finished."

I devour her, wanting to imprint her taste on my memory, because even now, I'm certain that no matter how many times she fills my mouth with her nectar, I'll never have enough.

When she warns me that she's about to orgasm again, I reach my limit.

"Give me more, Zeus. I want to be yours."

A warning signal lights up in my mind because I know we're mixing everything up, but it's not only her who wants more. I've never felt so connected to a woman.

Madison is surrendering to me, and at least for today, I don't want to let my rational side take control. I want nothing more than our bodies intertwined in this fever that's driving me mad.

When I lean over her, her hand touches me and rubs gently, but I grasp her wrist.

"No. I need to be inside you."

She looks at me, seeming as hungry as I feel, and when I kneel on the futon, between her legs, she licks her lips. "I can still taste you on my tongue."

Damn, this woman is sexy! She seems to know just what to say to drive me wild.

"I don't want to use a condom this time. I'm clean."

"Why?"

"I want to feel all of you. Your flesh opening up for me."

She nods, giving me permission. "You make love to me without even touching me," she says in a tone that seems somewhat accusing.

My erection brushes against her abdomen, and I brace myself on my forearms without putting my weight on her.

"Ah . . .”

"Fuck, I could live just for those moans." I grip her hips, rubbing my length between her wet folds, and the sensation is delicious. "Feel how crazy I am for you."

"Are you really?"

"From the moment I saw you, I knew you were mine, Madison." I have no filter left between my brain and my mouth. Desire for her has knocked down all my barriers right now. "Feel me. Look at what you do to me."

She grinds against me, and every time she slides her pussy along my cock, she moans loudly.

I grab her breasts, alternating between sucking on them and biting the sensitive nipples. I devour her because she's become my favorite sustenance. I don't want to waste any of what she offers me.

My rational side no longer exists. It's just our skin touching, our scents mingling, the licking and sucking.

"I'm going to come again," she warns.

"Not yet," I say, lifting myself to align my cock with her entrance. "Look at us, Madison. I'm going to make you mine now."

She spreads her legs wider to accommodate me fully, since I'm large. "You're handsome."

I can't even smile at the compliment. I'm so tense it's painful because I know I can't fuck her the way I want to this first time.

I kiss her mouth, stroking her lips with my tongue, and when I sense her surrendering, I start to push into her untouched center.

"I want you. I'm not scared."

I move my hand between our bodies, rubbing against her sensitive bundle of nerves, and thrust in a little deeper.

She caresses my abdomen, her nails lightly scratching, and I groan with desire.

I pull out, then push back in, and she moves her hips, grinding. Slowly, I make her body accept me, but when I encounter the barrier of her innocence, she tenses beneath me.

I kiss her mouth, my thumb touching her clit, and I feel her relax.

Every time I enter and withdraw, I test my self-control. I'm like a ticking bomb.

"I want to," she simply says, as if giving me her consent, and my willpower dissolves.

I grit my teeth. "Look at me, Madison."

She obeys, and then, finally, I take all of her, traversing the road of damnation in her slender body, becoming the master of that inviolate sanctuary.

She grips me, closing herself even more around me.

I stroke her patiently, not moving, feeling her pulse as she clenches, milking me.

She opens her eyes.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

There are tears on her cheeks, and I lick them away.

"It's subsiding."

I lower my head and take a whole breast in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the nipple, and after a while, she starts to move her hips.

She pulls me by the neck to kiss my mouth, and I thrust my tongue persistently, coaxing her until she's ready to handle more of me.

"Your pussy is so fucking good."

"Ooohhh . . .” She locks her legs around my waist.

"I'm trying to be gentle, baby."

"I'm already yours, Zeus. Show me how much."

"Don't provoke me. I have a limit."

I pull out almost entirely and then thrust back inside, deeply but not forcefully.

Her body is consumed by fire beneath mine, burning and pulling me into that blaze between her thighs.

I grip her hips tightly, keeping her ass in place as I bury myself inside her.

"I like the mix of our scents," she says.

"I like us mixed together. A lot."

I don't know if I'll ever be able to erase from my memory the expression of desire and trust I see on her face.

"Don't hold back anymore," she pleads.

I penetrate her deeply, our hips colliding. I unite our mouths, seducing her with my tongue as my cock does in her sex. I feel her opening for me, taking everything, and it drives me crazy.

I stop kissing her to look at her, and she stares back at me. For minutes on end, I possess her without breaking our gaze.

The connection is intense, and I know I should do something to break it, but I don't want to, because I've never felt like this before.

Every now and then, she licks her lower lip, and when I change the angle of my hips, she moans loudly.

"Mine," I say without restraint.

She neither confirms nor denies it; instead, she bites my chest, as if needing to occupy her mouth to refrain from replying to the demand.

I suck her neck and then look at her again. "When you're protected, I'm going to fill that pussy with my semen."

She inhales deeply but doesn't respond, even though she can't hide the excitement my words cause her. The silence she imposes on herself makes me want her surrender, so I thrust deeper and faster, making her spread her legs to the limit.

She cries out and asks for more.

"Moan louder, show me how good it feels."

Every time I thrust, she tightens around me almost to the point of pain.

"I want to fuck you all night."

"Ooohhh . . . I'm going to come."

I tease her, whispering in her ear that she'll be told when she's allowed to come, and as I expected, it drives her crazy. Defiantly, she finds my hand at her sex and tries to touch her clit, but I withdraw it and hold it above her head.

"I'll give you what you want, but I can't resist seeing you this wild. You're delicious, Madison."

I lick and suck her mouth, ears, and neck.

Our bodies are sweaty but relentless in the pursuit of pleasure.

She takes me inside her, fully surrendering. She doesn't hide her moans anymore, doesn't restrain her cries.

Like me, Madison wants everything from both of us.

I ride her, thrusting deep, and she endures, asking for more.

I feel her tense as her orgasm hits hard, and only then do I allow myself to take what I need.

I fuck her without interruption, either thrusting or grinding my hips in circles.

"Zeus!"

I grip her ass tightly, almost lifting her off the futon, pounding inside her relentlessly.

"I'm going to come hard," I warn.

I wait until the last second to pull out because I don't want to leave her soaked warmth, and only when I reach my limit do I kneel and masturbate until I spill on her stomach.

"Madison . . .” I moan. I can't move. I don't want to look away from her body covered in my cum.

And suddenly, as if a meteor has struck me, I know the tables have turned.

Everything I planned will have to wait.

My only certainty right now is that I won't let her go in six months.