MadisonI swallowed hard. "Just tired. Someone kept me up rather late last night." "And early this morning," he added with a smirk. His fingers inched higher on my thigh. "Perhaps you need more coffee to stay alert." "What I need is for my boss to keep his hands to himself so I can focus on work." Instead of withdrawing, his hand slid higher, disappearing under my skirt. "Are you sure about that, Ms. Harper?" My breath hitched as his fingers traced the edge of my panties. "Alexander, we're almost at the site." His eyes darkened with desire, but he didn't remove his hand. Instead, he leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. "Change of plans. We're stopping for coffee first." "Coffee?" I squeaked as his finger dipped beneath the elastic, teasing me. "Yes, coffee." His voice was low, controlled. "I find myself needing the... stimulation." I bit my lip to suppress a moan as he withdrew his hand, adjusting my skirt with infuriating casualness. "You're terrible." "So I've bee
MadisonWhen I unlocked my apartment door, I was immediately hit by the smell of coffee and bacon. Mom was up and cooking, which was both a relief and a concern. "Madison?" she called from the kitchen. "Is that you, honey?" "Yeah, Mom," I answered, dropping my purse on the entryway table. "You're up early." I found her at the stove, spatula in hand, looking better than she had in weeks. The color had returned to her cheeks, and she moved with more energy than I'd seen since before her diagnosis. "Thought I'd make my baby girl some breakfast," she said with a smile. "You're always rushing around these days." "Mom, you shouldn't be on your feet so much," I protested, moving to take the spatula from her. "The doctor said—" "The doctor said moderate activity is good for me," she interrupted, swatting my hand away. "And standing at a stove making breakfast counts as moderate in my book." I sighed, knowing better than to argue. "Fine, but let me help at least." Mom waved me away wit
MadisonHe rewarded me by returning his attention to my clit, sucking it between his lips while sliding two fingers back inside me. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chanted, feeling my orgasm building rapidly. Alexander looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. "Let go, Maddie. Let me see you fall apart." His fingers curled inside me, hitting my G-spot with unerring accuracy. Combined with the relentless attention from his tongue, it was too much. "I'm coming!" I cried out, my back arching as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He didn't stop, continuing to lick and suck as I rode out my orgasm, prolonging it until I was pushing at his head, too sensitive to take any more. Alexander crawled up my body, his cock hard against my thigh. "That's one. I think we can do better." He flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my hips up, positioning me on all fours. "Wait," I gasped, still reeling from my orgasm. My body trembled, caught between desire and the nagging thoughts about Katherine's call
MadisonBefore I could process this, his tablet chimed from the bedside table. I looked over to see the same name flashing on the screen. Katherine was apparently trying every method to reach him. I picked up the tablet, intending to silence it, when I noticed the notification showed multiple missed calls from the same contact over the past few days. Three yesterday. Two the day before. My finger accidentally swiped the screen, opening his photos app. I froze. Staring back at me was Katherine, the mysterious ex-girlfriend I'd been so curious about. She was even more stunning than I'd imagined. Long blonde hair, piercing eyes, and a smile that lit up her entire face. Alexander had his arm around her waist, looking at her with an expression I'd never seen on his face before. I swiped again, unable to stop myself. More photos. Katherine in a bikini on a yacht. Katherine and Alexander at some gala, her in a red dress that hugged every perfect curve. Katherine asleep in what looked lik
MadisonHe delivered a sharp slap, making me yelp. The sting quickly transformed into pleasure that radiated through my core. "You like that?" he asked, delivering another slap to my other cheek. "Yes," I admitted, pushing my ass back toward him. "Yes, what?" His voice dropped an octave, demanding. "Yes, Mr. Knight," I corrected myself, knowing exactly what he wanted to hear. "Good girl," he praised, running his fingers through my folds. "Still so fucking wet for me." I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance, teasing me with shallow thrusts that barely penetrated. I whimpered, trying to push back and take him deeper, but his grip on my hips kept me immobile. "What do you want, Madison?" he asked, his voice dripping with fake innocence. "You know what I want," I replied, frustration building. He leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back as his lips brushed my ear. "Say it. Tell me exactly what you want." "I want your cock inside me," I whispered
MadisonAlexander watched me with hungry eyes, occasionally thrusting up to meet me halfway. His fingers dug deeper into my hips, controlling my movements as I rode him. "Fuck, Madison," he growled, his voice strained. "Your pussy feels so good around my cock." I threw my head back, letting the pleasure wash over me as I ground down against him. His cock hit that perfect spot inside me with every thrust, making my thighs tremble. "You like being filled with my cock?" Alexander's voice was low, dangerous. "Yes," I gasped, my nails digging into his chest. "God, yes." Without warning, Alexander sat up, wrapping one arm around my waist while his other hand tangled in my hair. He pulled my head back, exposing my throat to his hungry mouth. "I need to taste you," he murmured against my skin before biting down on the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. I cried out, my inner walls clenching around him. He chuckled darkly against my skin. "Such a responsive little thing," he