Again, using her own lube, Trigger rubbed her juices on her ass and then tried to penetrate it with his cock. He was too big. Maddy was getting frustrated, afraid that he would give up. She should have known better.
Slapping her ass so hard that it stung and she yelped, Trigger pulled her cheeks apart again. “That’s it, open up for me.”
The head was in and Madison tensed. “Ow!”
Then he pushed forward, bracing her against the back of the sofa so she couldn’t escape. “It’s okay, baby. It’ll feel awesome in just a minute. Give me a minute. Oh, I want to ram it inside you so fucking hard, but I won’t. Loosen up now.”
Maddy found that he was right; a moment of pain and then it was all pleasure. She’d never before felt such pleasure. Not to mention that she could feel every exquisite ridge and bulge on his shaft, the shape of his cockhead, each and every time he came close to climax and his dick engorged, she could feel it all.
Soon, she was moaning and using her legs to leverage against the sofa so she could push backward, meeting his every forward thrust, opening up to him more and more. The only sounds were their lovemaking and their moans of ecstasy.
“Do you want me to cum in your ass, Maddy?”
He thrust hard into her and she yelped. He had swollen so large that it was becoming painful, but the pleasure was still there, also. She didn’t want him to stop yet. She wanted more. She wanted him to keep taking her until she couldn’t stand on her own anymore.
Another hard thrust. “Where do you want me to cum, baby? I can’t take it anymore. You make me want to cum so bad.” He had leaned o
ver, his body melded to hers, his ragged breath in her ear, moving her hair.
“Cum in my ass, Trigger. I want to feel you, baby. Cum in me. Cum for me.” She forced herself back onto his shaft and began to work her ass up and down on him.
Moaning, he stood straight and let her work, his entire body tensing as his orgasm built and then exploded. The hot flood of semen was a shock as Maddy felt every burst. She orgasmed again before they were both finished.
Resting against the back of the couch, they both gasped for breath and their skin gleamed with sweat.
Maddy’s heart raced and pounded in her chest like a wild frightened beast batting at a cage to be free.
Chapter 8
The next morning, Maddy woke before sunrise. Disoriented and sore from head to toe, she rolled onto her back. A scream of shock nearly tore from her throat before she remembered that Trigger had stayed the night with her. He was resting peacefully in the dark, under the thick comforter.
The need to pee was overwhelming, but she feared that it would be painful to move. Sliding easily and quietly to the edge of the bed, Maddy stood. She had been right. It was painful to move. Her muscles hadn’t had that kind of workout in forever. Neither had the rest of her, including her mind and heart.
Stopping at the doorway, she looked back at the dark shape in her bed and smiled. Biting her lip against the emotions that threatened, she turned away and tiptoed to the bathroom.
Neither of them had bothered with clothes the night before as they had made love twice more before actually being able to fall asleep. Maddy had been seriously dehydrated after the first bout of fiercely intense lovemaking and had downed two bottles of water. Then she had drunk two more just before they fell asleep. She was paying the piper now, though. Her bladder felt as if it had been used as a soccer ball.
Tiptoeing back to bed, she slid under the cover and snuggled her back against Trigger’s chest. He was warm, strong, and safe-feeling. Those girly emotions welled up in her chest again and she tried to squash them. She couldn’t afford to fall in love with the man just because of how good his lovemaking was. Could she?
Unable to sleep now because of these thoughts, she rolled to her back and stared up into the darkness and listened to Trigger’s even, deep breaths.
Would it be the worst thing in the world for her to fall in love with Trigger? Did it really matter why two people fell in love? Love was love. Right?
Madison thought so. And what’s that old song say about it? Love is all you need. Tossing and turning a few more times, Madison considered Trigger and whether she loved him or was just infatuated with him. Staring at him in the dim just before sunrise, she thought she was just infatuated with him. He was truly amazing at lovemaking. He was gorgeous and sexy. He liked art, and even did sculptures of his own, which boosted high on Maddy’s respect list.
But did she love him? Could she love him? Could she risk that he wouldn’t love her back?
In the moments just before sunrise, Madison Smith smiled at Trigger Daniels and decided to just be happy in the moment; to enjoy his company and his lovemaking while she had them.
Maddy was content, for now, to be Trigger happy.
END