100 NIGHTS OF SIN
him. "You're next." Madison's tongue found a rhythm—circles and flicks and long, slow licks that made my thighs shake. I ground against her face, using her. "That's it," I moaned. "Just like that. You're good at this, Madison. Who knew?" She made a sound—humiliation or arousal, I couldn't tell—and doubled her efforts. Her hands gripped my thighs, holding me open, and she sucked my clit into her mouth. "Oh fuck—yes—" My orgasm built fast, coiling tight in my belly. I fisted both hands in her hair, held her in place, and rode her face. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't—fuck!" I came hard, thighs clamping around her head, back arching. She kept licking, kept sucking, drawing it out until I was ov