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Broken Enagement: A Second Chance Secret Baby Romance by Gage Grayson, Carter Blake (138)

Ethan

The boxer-briefs I have with me on this honeymoon are supposed to be breathable, whatever the fuck that means. Despite that claim, and their ridiculous prices, when Maddie pulls my cock out into the wonderful, air-conditioned atmosphere of the honeymoon suite, it feels like my cock can breathe for the first time since we left the damn elevator.

Maddie leisurely pulls down my pants and underwear while eyeing my cock: wholly engorged, pointing somewhere towards the top of the wall behind me with its generous length, throbbing, hard, and deep violet in color.

At the same time, I’m joyously watching Maddie, the appetite in her eyes setting me on absolute fucking fire, filling me with a never-ending, superheated eruption of molten lust.

And we’ve barely even fucking started.

I’m thinking about the way Maddie’s dexterous tongue felt out on the beach…a nice, slow buildup…

Not tonight. Maddie assertively grabs the base of my dick and spits on the tip before taking a good portion of it right into her mouth. She’s wasting no time, moving up and back down again with purpose and speed, grabbing my balls with a firm squeeze, painting what feels like a frenetic fucking Jackson Pollock masterpiece with her tongue.

“MmmmMMmmmM.”

I’m making all kinds of new noises tonight, and right now, it sounds like I’m singing that goddamn Crash Test Dummies song from the nineties.

I can’t help it, and my moaning continues as Maddie throws me a lightning bolt of eye contact while steadily increasing her suction.

I close my eyes, again feeling like I’m about to fucking pass out, and try to concentrate on the pure fucking pleasure she’s providing. I feel Maddie grip my cock tight with both hands as she shifts position.

I’m no longer watching her, but I feel her slowly tracing patterns across my cock with her tongue. The sudden change of pace, and just the insane fucking way that feels, inspires an especially weird and intense hum from me.

Looking at the ceiling, I can tell I’m out of Maddie’s mouth entirely, though both her hands are working my shaft powerfully.

“You told me to let ya have it. ‘All of it,’ you said.”

The way Maddie softly delivers these words stands in stark contrast with this crazy fucking blowjob, but before I can think much about it, Maddie wraps her lips around my cock and takes me deep into her mouth, all the way down her throat.

She must know I’m about to start that fucking moan again, because she starts humming.

That’s right, she starts humming, almost in harmony, and the feeling of those humming vibrations makes me too fucking close to blow my load.

“FUCK!” I growl.

Maddie lets my cock out slowly until it’s again enveloped by the cool, conditioned air.

One hand clapping, motherfucker, runners at the corners, come on!

There’s no stopping it. I hear my come hitting the wall―and ceiling―behind me. No fucking joke.

I’m still absorbed by the ceiling’s snowy hue when I smell, hear and feel Madeline lying down onto the floor next to me.

Already, the fever of desire is beginning to retake me, my cock still rock-hard and ready to go again.

I turn onto my left side to face Madeline, whose emerald stare―now iconic in my consciousness―pierces me with both aching thirst and tenderness.

I softly brush away the last few wisps of golden hair from her face.

Maddie starts laughing hard, and so do I, until our laughter trails off together. Then we soak up the silence, and each other’s close presence, for a few fleeting moments.

Maddie brings the intermission to an end by brushing her fingers delicately across my abs.

“You got your clothes back, that’s fair...but the dry cleaning is extra.”

Maddie’s staring at me with conviction, and her hand is now traveling all over my abs and pecs. She’s not fucking joking.

“I’ll get out my checkbook.”

Maddie gives me a very business-like nod. The exact type of nod I’ve seen a million times in my career, the type of nod that means That sounds good, let’s move forward with that. It’s uncanny.

Maddie rolls fluidly onto her back as I inch down the floor into my favorite place to be in the world.

I move all the way past Maddie’s feet, get up on my knees and see that she’s lying with her hands behind her head, looking like a supremely relaxed and confident fucking badass. She gestures with her head down towards the area of her crotch.

“Could you get those?”

I slide off her lacy panties as I watch her try to fight a grin from spreading ear-to-ear.

Not only is Maddie unsuccessful in stopping her grin, but she also can’t stop herself from playing with her definitively wet pussy as I lower her panties down past her feet and throw them across the room.

“Hey, I’m gonna need those,” Maddie protests laughingly as she lightly rubs her clit.

“Would you like some help?” I offer.

“Would you be so kind?”

“I would abso-fucking-lutely be so kind, any fucking time you want.”

Maddie puts her hand back behind her head.

Staying where I am, I start rubbing the tops of Maddie’s feet, just the very beginning of the warmup, staying there for a good half minute, then moving up to her ankles, tightening my grip a bit, but keeping the massage therapeutic, trying to channel out every last bit of tension.

I notice Maddie propping her head up slightly, watching me as I work, her eyes drifting unhurriedly up and down my chest, my stomach, lower. It’s the same type of studying I remember Maddie doing outside the hotel after our first night together.

Just like then, it’s a challenge to stay in the state I’m in. I’m ready to fuck her brains out, but I want to take my time.

But since I don’t have the tools for a proper massage, and this isn’t an evening for painfully slow buildups, I migrate further up Maddie’s legs.

“Ooh.” Maddie lets out a quiet, subdued moan as I reach her inner thighs. “That was nice.”

Was nice, she says. I take the hint and reposition myself with steady determination.

I lock eyes with Maddie, moving my fingertips around thighs, letting them get achingly close to the borders of her lips.

As I get so close to feeling her pussy, and she maintains her green-eyed gaze, I feel my cock getting even fucking harder. Maddie finally breaks eye contact to take in the show, giggling with delight.

I lower my head down slowly, my dick continuing to harden at the sight of Madeline’s beautiful pussy. These are the moments that I live for, quite literally. All the garbage, the inescapable daily annoyances, and the cumulative fucking stress and the endless bullshit that we all deal with…at this moment it is all more than fucking worth it.

It’s even more worth it when Madeline lifts her knees up further and throws her legs wide open, allowing me to lie down on my side and go the fuck to town.

I start licking around the perimeter like usual, but she’s already thrusting her cunt towards me. I use my sideways position to perform a leisurely, diagonal run of my tongue from the far lower left side of her pussy lips, running up to the upper right.

Maddie squeaks abruptly.

“That’s good...” she says in a somewhat higher register than usual, “Let’s continue down this road.”

I move the softened edge of my tongue down the crease of her right thigh and I start another diagonal run in the other direction.

“Oh, fuck, Ethan! How is that possible―never stop doing that, oh my god!”

I want to take Maddie to the same heights she took me and then some, and I think that’s a sign I’m getting close. I make a couple more slow laps across the entirety of Maddie’s wet pussy as she moans and sweeps her hands wildly across the carpet.

I slow the pace of my tongue more as I move into more of a classic figure-eight pattern, which is accompanied by the fucking perfect sound of Madeline screaming so loud that I swear I hear the furniture rattle.

“Keep going, keep going, I promise I won’t scream again,” she pleads.

I’m also pretty sure she knows I’m going to keep it up regardless, and I do, and she belts out another blood-curdler that may be loud enough to hear in both Japan and California.

As Madeline raises her cunt further into the air, I get up on my knees and move my tongue up through the center. I gently press part of my tongue against her clit, then thrust my tongue inside her dripping cunt before Madeline comes crazy fucking hard.

I wait until her climax subsides, keeping my tongue pressed to her clit as she writhes under my touch. Pretty soon, she recovers.

“Okay,” she breathes, “that was good for dry cleaning.”

Reading my mind, Madeline hoists herself up and excitedly races to the sofa. The sofa is covered with a large bedsheet for some reason, and as I watch Maddie sit her bare ass down on it, I realize why.

Madeline pats the spot next to hers, and crosses her legs in a way that could drive a lesser man fucking insane.

I stride over, cock in hand, as Madeline watches in sheer glee.

“Let me get that for ya.” Madeline reaches her hand out as I get closer, opening and closing it as if that’ll get me there faster.

I stop right in front of where Maddie is sitting and free my cock for her to grab.

Which she does, the feeling sending fiery shivers of pleasure in each and every direction. Madeline keeps her hand wrapped tightly around the middle of my cock as she eases onto her back. Somehow, we get ourselves into a decent position despite there not being too much space on the sofa.

Of course, it helps that Maddie lifts one leg straight up into the air so I have room to kneel on the end of the couch and we can fuck like crazy.

Does that all sound romantic? Well, the moment I take that magnificent plunge into the realm of overpowering, ineffable carnal oblivion, feeling Madeline’s dazzlingly beautiful spirit coursing through every fiber of the immense pleasure we are giving each other and building together, I’m finally beginning to understand what the word romance might actually mean.