Sweetest Sin||BookOne

Ten Days

Reece

Madison squats above me and takes the length of me inside her in one smooth motion. She makes it look like art when I know I stretch her to the max. After six years of consistently pounding this pussy, the damn delicate thing is still so tight. I would have thought I'd molded her to my dick but everything about Madison is stubborn. Even her pussy. She won't change or mold for anyone, not even something that hammers her insides more than ten times a week.

"Baby," I sigh as Madison rides me. She sets a fast and hard pace immediately making my toes curl. "Fuck! Fuck!" I hiss as I grip my wife's hips. She has her head thrown back and her sharply filed nails digging into my pecs. The pain is going to make me cum so fucking hard and so fast that I would be embarrassed if I knew I wouldn't still be rock hard.

"You want to please me right?" Madison asks as she slows down and begins to gently rock against me. I groan at the loss of my impending orgasm but I can still feel it at the base of my spine.

"Yes, ma'am. Always." I lick my lips as I stare up at my Maddy. She takes my left hand and slides it across her stomach, up between her breasts and ultimately stopping at her throat. She then manipulates it so that it's wrapped around it.

"Maddy, wha--oh fuckkkk," my train of thought stops abruptly when Madison begins to impale herself on me again. I surprise myself when I wrap my hand around her throat tighter and she cries out as she comes undone. Her orgasm seems to not only shock me but her as well. The feeling of her pussy squeezing me has my hips coming off the bed as I let go inside my wife. 

"Goddamn," I breathe out as we collapse against the bed.

"How...many days...has it been?" Madison says as she tries to catch her breath. I know exactly what she's talking about and I frown as I think of Jameson. The stubborn-stubborn man. He and my stubborn wife a destined to have a blow out at some point. That if he decides to come back around. 

"It's been ten days, but who's counting," I sigh and I move to sit up. My amateur's joke earns me a genuine giggle from Madison making me smile.

"We are both counting, which is ridiculous. He's made his decision so it's time to move on. Let's get up and go on a date with the guy we met from Tinder."

"Who Raphael? You sure about him? He seems kind of...weird." I say as Madison stands on the bed and playfully jumps off. My cum is running down her leg but she doesn't even react as she heads towards the shower. Her lack of comment is all the answer I need. I guess we are going on a date with Mr. Tinder.

***

I want to break his fucking arms. As I watch Raphael grope my wife ass while they dance, I have to make myself remember this is part of finding our third. But this asshole wants one thing and that's my woman. I'm not surprised at all that this happened. This is usually how it goes with the men. They pretend they will get down with the both of us, but when we meet them, I'm brushed aside. Madison doesn't look like she's enjoying the dance and when her gaze meets mine, she stops all together. I see her say something to Raphael causing him to scowl.

"I'm not fucking gay!" He shouts loud enough for me to hear and right in my woman's face. I stand up to storm over but before I can, a figure I know all too well is picking Raphael up and hauling him away from Madison.

Jameson disappears outside the club as I pull Madison back over to our booth. I swear a second later Jameson is standing over us, hands clutched in fist, with a look of murder in his eyes.

"UP!" He shouts at us. "GET YOUR SHIT AND LETS GO. NOW!" To my surprise I'm not the only one scrambling to get Madison's purse. She is also scrambling for it while trying to stand up. Jameson grabs both our hands. He drags us out of the club and right toward a SUV. A man steps out the front seat and opens the back door.