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muttered in my ear.
Don’t stop now.
I wanted everything he was giving me and more. “Don’t
move.”
His body warmth left me for a mere second. I heard the
sound of his belt unbuckling, his zipper being pulled
down… and then he was on me again.
Crowding into my space, pressing against me, filling my
senses with his touch… his scent… his… everything.
His hard length jerked between us, and the tip of his
cock pressed against my core. He guided his length toward
my center, slowly rubbing the head around my clit.
My fingers dug harder into the metal railing, as Maddox
thrust inside slowly...so slowly, punishing both of us. I felt
him, inches by inches, until he was deep inside of me. Jesus
Christ! Over the last two days, I’ve had Maddox inside of
me multiple times, in multiple positions, but every time felt
like the first.
His breathing was ragged, his chest heaving with each
breath. My eyes widened, as he rolled his hips slightly,
making me feel him. All of him. There was no space
between us. And I couldn’t breathe.
I was stretched fully, but the discomfort was barely
there. He slowly pulled out and pushed back in a second
later, with the same slow and torturous movement.
My gaze found the lit-up Eiffel Tower in the night, as
Maddox took me from behind.
Oh God, this was his surprise.
Romance and dick on the side, he promised.
Yeah, he delivered.
Maddox grunted my name, the sound so primal, my
womb clenched in response. His slow pace picked up, his
thrusting became jerkier. Harder. Deeper. His fingers
wrapped around my hair, curling his fist around it, until his
knuckles dug into my scalp.