Madison Bailey Sex Novels & Stories

One after the other, he continued, waiting for Madie's count and thanks before hitting her once more. Soon enough, they reached ten. Ten hits and her ass were red and shaking by his hands. Ten hits and her upper body was already against the bed, her pants and groans enveloping the room. Ten hits and Dario could see how wet she was, the little wet spot in the middle of her pink underwear the evidence of her naughtiness. Madie was a moaning mess underneath him, and he was cursing inside his head as she watched her stretch and groan and clutch everything she could, just like a cat in heat.

“And I understand that you want to believe the best about her.” Something in Bailey’s tone made me immediately relax. Made her sound reasonable. Kind. “I wanted to believe the best too, Vahlia.” Vahlia narrowed her eyes. “But?” Bailey hesitated. As though debating whether she should continue. Then she sighed. “I wasn’t planning on showing anyone this.” My attention immediately shifted. “Showing what?” "Lucian and Maryelle proving all the rumors of their inappropriate connection were true."

"So? It can't hurt. Having it on record. Unedited. Unfiltered. Me. Explaining everything." She considered. "Okay. When?" "Now. While I'm. While I'm clear. Sure. Before I second-guess." "You sure?" "Yes. Set up your phone. I'll. I'll talk. To the camera. Like it's the board. Like it's everyone who needs to hear." She did. Positioned her phone on a stack of books. Angle right. Recording started. I sat. Faced the camera. Took a breath. Started. "My name is Dr. Elliot Hayes. I'm a physicist. Researcher. And I'm making this statement. Voluntarily. To address claims that Dr. Delilah Santos exploited me. Used her position as a sex therapist to. To manipulate or coerce me."

And I certainly was, but hey I’m a people person. Well, mostly females. After thumbing through way too many stuffy attorney profiles I finally found it. Intern … I called it. Bailey Kline. Bailey … oh that’s fucking hot. I read her profile and licked my lips. “Bailey is a sophomore at Cal State, majoring in communications. She joins our team under the supervision of her uncle and founding partner Gregory Kline. She enjoys reading and spending time with her family, especially her mom to whom she is very close.”

"must be like a dream to be hanging out with us celebrities. Make sure to not put dirt in my house." "My name is Bailey. And I stopped being a mystery after celeb news revealed my identity. And just because I'm not filthy rich like you, doesn't mean I'm dirty. " I answered with crossed arms. "Cat fight is about to start." Some guy announced. "I don't fight." I said to him. "If you're trying to make me feel less cause I'm not famous. Try again. Fake Barbie." I smirked. She stormed off. "Girl, you just did what all of us couldn't cause she's the directors daughter. It was so delicious to see her angry. Respect." Liam said. He was also in the movie.

She was in her sexy lace underwear, still wearing her strappy heels when she pushed him to the kitchen counter and start to unbutton his shirt then kissing and licking his chest sensually. "I would like to say that you're wearing bright red sexy briefs, but knowing your style I'd say you're wearing grey briefs or maybe a black one...mmm, I think I'm going to go with black briefs." She sexily whispered as she was stroking his bulge and unbuckle his belt while kissing and licking his manly chest. Then she shrieks when she found out that she was right. He laughed to her enthusiasm and squeezed her ass and whisper in her ear huskily.

Brian was even more furious. Brian William was known for his talents in sex. He had never encountered such an embarrassing problem. He felt right when Madeline lay down on him. But when Madeline touched his manhood, he just couldn’t get hard. How could it be possible? Wasn’t he cured? Madeline still tried to calm Brian down. Her expression carried a sense of sympathy. Brian was a famous playboy in Florida. Although he had other sex partners, he was a gorgeous guy who was good at sex. Madeline did quite like him.

It showed their bare shoulders, their skin touching, and the undeniable evidence that they had just had sex. She opened her messages, her thumb hovering over Lauren's name. She had already gotten her contact from Corinne. There was no need for a caption; the image would speak volumes. She hit send. The phone made a soft whoosh, signaling that it had been sent. Madison set the phone down and curled up against Colt’s side. She placed her hand over her flat stomach and closed her eyes. "Soon," she whispered into his hair. "Soon, we will be together forever.”

She sighed, and I ground my molars together as Mason moved to grab said bags before whispering to her. “Let’s head down to the car. I don’t think what’s about to be said is meant for little ears.” I heard them moving behind me and the ding of the elevator opening. I didn't like that Mason was taking Bailee out of my sight when she already looked so shaken, but I knew it was the right choice when Caleb shouted as the elevator doors started closing. “Have you been fucking him, too? You insecure, pathetic bitch! Just because I found someone else…”

Of course my cock hardens at the thought and I have a feeling this workout is about to be cut short. Madison walks closer to Moon. “Gabriella is the child whisperer as well as the food Goddess. We decided that the mental abuse being thrown at us in her territory was too much to handle, so we came looking for some eye candy,” she informs her husband. Moon grabs his wife and does exactly what I want to do to Celina. “Oh, big boy, what strong muscles you have,” Madison teases. She shuts up when he kisses her.