by Alexis Angel
Never taking my eyes off his, I take my hands to my shoulders and, doing it as slowly as I can, I push the straps of my dress down my arms. The front of my dress droops over my breasts, revealing the outer edge of my bra, and I smile as I see Madden’s eyes widening with anticipation. He’s enjoying my impromptu strip, no doubt about it.
“Enjoying the view?” I ask him with a purr, tugging on my dress and sending it down to my waist, my nipples becoming so hard against the inside of the bra that they might cut through the fabric.
“I always enjoy the view whenever my eyes are on you,” he tells me without thinking twice about his answer, and I can’t help but offer him a pleased smile. Now that the kind of answer a woman likes to hear, Madden, I think to myself as I take my hands behind my back and free the clasp of my bra. Moving my shoulders up and down teasingly, I let the straps slide down my arms and place both my hands over my breasts, grabbing the cups and stopping them from falling off my body.
Then, easing the pressure off my fingers, I start uncovering my breasts slowly. When my rosy nipples finally come into sight, the expression in Madden’s face becomes a priceless one. His eyes are wide with desire, and his parted lips give him the look of a man with a single-track mind. Right now, I can tell you that there’s not a single thought inside his eyes - he’s just enjoying the moment, living in the present tense.
Jesus, I don’t know what it is about Madden and Tristan, but sex with them (even though we never really did it) is akin to something transcendental. It just goes beyond the physical realm, forcing us to float up into some higher dimension where everything makes sense.
And, right now, what makes sense is being as wicked as I can possibly be.
Allowing the bra to fall from my breasts, I then sway my hips from side to side and let my dress fall down my legs. I kick it off to the side and now, completely naked (well, aside from my high heels), I offer Madden a devilish grin.
“You said you wanted my pussy didn’t you?” I ask him, my heart feeling like a war drum inside my chest.
“I did.”
“You said you needed it.”
“I did,” he repeats, his words growing heavier each time he says them.
“Then here it is,” I whisper, moving fast and raising one leg. I place my heel against the seat, next to his face, and then tangle my fingers in his hair and yank on it, pulling him toward me as I move my hips forward.
Allowing me to take control, he just takes his hands to my ass cheeks and opens his mouth wide, crushing it against my wet pussy without wasting a single second. I throw my head back and let a moan explode in my mouth, Madden’s tongue pushing its way past my inner lips and jabbing at my insides. More than kissing or sucking, he eats me out with an urgent need, doing it like a man that has just found the most marvelous thing in the whole universe.
“Oh, Madden,” I sigh, moving my hips and rubbing my pussy against his face, the tip of his nose brushing against my clit. He still has his hands on my ass cheeks, his fingers digging into my flesh and keeping me in place. “I… I… Oh, God, I love it,” I moan, yanking on his hair so hard that I’m surprised I didn’t tear any out off his scalp.
He doesn’t respond back - after all, his mouth is pretty busy right now - but I can almost feel that his answer would be ‘of course you love it.’
Gritting my teeth, I keep on thrusting against his face; still grabbing my ass, he spreads my cheeks wide and caresses my crack with one finger. He runs it up and down, always slowing down when he goes over my hole, and my mind starts boiling as I anticipate what his next move is going to be.
Now holding his hand still, he presses his index finger against my ass hole and, slow and carefully, he starts sliding it in. I hold my breath as he does it, my whole body tensing up so much that my muscles feel as if they’re about to pop like a balloon.
Sliding his finger in and out of my ass, a gentle rhythm to it, he then takes his other hand to my pussy and presses down on my clit. He strokes it at the pace with which he’s fingering me, and even his tongue seems to slow down so that all of him is in perfect sync.
I can’t believe I’m doing this right now. I’m sharing a limo with a billionaire, a man that could have any woman he wanted, and he’s perfectly content with not fucking me. Even though he’s dying to have his cock inside my pussy, he isn’t pushing the subject - he has understood the limitations I’ve set, and he refuses to push past these limitations. As cocky and arrogant as he might seem sometimes, there’s more to Madden than meets the eye.
“I think I’m gonna -- Oh God!” I cry out, a high voltage current running through my body, charging me up like a battery. Inside my skull, there’s a storm raging, and it’s scattering all of my sanity and throwing it against the walls inside my head. I feel a ball of fire growing in the pit of my stomach, and then that ball simply explodes like a supernova, its flaming arms spreading all over my body.
“OH GOD!” I shout, my throat suddenly feeling raw from the effort. “SO GOOD!” I continue, my muscles now going from tense to succumbing to a string of spasms.
I remain like that for God knows how long, the orgasm completely destroying my perception of time, and then I just collapse on top of Madden as the flames of ecstasy finally die out inside of me.
Rolling to the side, I lay down on the seat, my head against the handle of the door; I keep my eyes closed as I take long, deep breaths, my lungs feeling as if they’re on ice and fire at the same time.
“That was fucking amazing,” I hear Madden say, and I open my eyes to look at him. He’s still sitting, his mouth and chin glistening from my fluids, and there’s something in his eyes that I can’t quite understand. Is it… pleasure? But he was the one pleasuring me. “I could keep going forever,” he continues, never blinking as his eyes roam over my naked body.
I smile, finally realizing that, even though he was pleasuring me, he was pleasuring himself at the same time. No, he wasn’t stroking himself, take your mind out of the gutter. What I mean is that he drew his own pleasure from mine. And that… Well, that’s something I didn’t really think would happen. Specially with a man like Madden, used to having women throwing themselves at his feet.
“You were amazing…” I whisper as I sit up on the seat, turning to him and placing one hand on his face, my eyes still on his.
“I know,” he laughs softly, placing one hand on my waist and pulling me into him, his lips coming for mine. I close my eyes and let him kiss me, the softness of his touch making my skin prickle.
I press my forehead against his and, taking one deep breath, I run one hand from his knee to his crotch. I curl my fingers around his cock, grabbing it through the fabric of his boxer briefs. Without even thinking of what I’m doing, I stroke his cock through his underwear; of course, that isn’t enough - for the both of us.
Moving in a hurry, I squeeze his cock, feeling it like a shoe salesman. My movements are crazy and erratic, but I don’t care - right now, I just need to see and feel his cock. And so I hook my fingers on his boxer briefs at the same time and pull them down; he raises his body a few inches from the seat, allowing me to push his underwear down to his knees, and then sits back. His cock springs free fast, pre-cum glistening on the tip, and I hear a whisper inside my mind: let him do it, let him fuck you. You know you want it, Megan.
Sweet Jesus, even my mind seems to be working against me. It hurts, but I can’t let that happen - no matter how bad I want it to happen. Swear to God, I have no idea how I’ve managed to restrain myself this far.
“I can’t let you fuck me, Madden,” I tell him with a smile but, truth be told, I’m saying this just to stop myself from doing something crazy. “A cock this big wouldn’t fit inside me.”
“Oh, it’d fit, I swear,” he laughs back at me, and that’s when I grab his huge member and feel the warmness of his flesh. Flicking my wrist, I let my fingers move up and down the length of his shaft, and it doesn’t take long for me to be stroking with the fury of a madwoman. I don�
�t know, but it’s almost as if my frustration from not having him fuck me has taken over my hand.
“Maybe it’d fit in my mouth?” I ask him with a purr, but I already know the answer - if a cock as big as Tristan’s fit inside my mouth, Madden’s will fit as well. But there’s nothing like going for it and trying, right? And so that’s exactly what I do: I let my gaze fall from his eyes to his cock, and my mouth follows suit shortly after.
I part my lips and rest over the tip of his cock; slowly rolling them down, I take the whole head of his cock into my mouth and I suck on it, feeling the saltiness of his pre-cum coating my tongue. With a heavy sigh of pleasure, Madden rests his hands on my head and I immediately know what he wants - and I give it to him.
Throwing all restraint to the wind, I move my lips down his cock as fast as I can and take his long inches inside me, the tip of his monstrous cock slamming against the back of my throat. Then, without a break to my movements, I start bobbing my head up and down as fast as I can, the sound of my lips moving over his flesh filling the whole limo.
“Fuck, Megan, that feels so fucking good,” he groans, feeling the motion of my head with his fingers. I hear him throw his head back against the headrest, his cock throbbing hard against my tongue, and that just makes me go even harder.
I suck on him greedily, devouring his cock as if I needed to do it in order to survive. And it feels amazing - in a way, I can see how he took pleasure from pleasuring me… And that’s because I’m feeling the same thing right now. That’s how sex should be, I think - more than being about your own pleasure, it should be surrendering to that intimate connection between two people, a connection that strips all possessiveness away from pleasure. It belongs to no one and, at the same time, it belongs to everyone involved.
God, I never thought that having a twelve-inch cock buried deep inside my mouth would make me this inspired.
“I want your cum… All of it,” I say between breaths as I take his cock out of my mouth. I don’t wait for his reply and I just take a deep breath and gobble up his whole cock again, moving my lips down until they’re against the skin at the root of his cock.
Now using both my mouth and my hand, I suck and stroke him at the same time, hell bent on pushing him to the point of no return. And I feel that he’s really, really close - his breathing is growing more ragged with each passing second, and he’s running his fingers through my hair as if he had no idea what to do with his hands.
“You want my cum… You’ll get it,” he says with a groan, and a fraction of a second later his cock twitches inside my mouth. Next thing I know, Madden groans even louder, and his cock starts gushing his seed into me; it’s warm, salty and gooey, and it’s everything I want right now.
It doesn’t take long for my mouth to be filled to the brim, but he stills keeps on cumming, each time his cock twitches unleashing a new dose of cum over my tongue. I feel strands of it escaping from between my lips and dripping down his shaft, but I remain in place as he cums, refusing to let go of his cock before he’s through.
“That was fuckin’ incredible,” Madden sighs all of a sudden, his cock spasming one last time over my tongue. I keep it inside my mouth a couple of seconds more and then, sure that he has given me all his seed, I finally slide his cock out of my mouth.
Sitting up straight, I look into Madden’s eyes and do what I wanted to do ever since I felt the tip of his cock with my tongue - I swallow. The raw taste of his semen goes down my throat before finally landing on my stomach, and I run my tongue over my lips to pick up any stray bead of his cum.
“Of course it was,” I laugh, allowing myself to act a bit like him. Sometimes it feels good to be a bit cocky.
Without saying a word, Madden just throws his arm over my shoulders and pulls me close softly; I rest my head against his shoulder and close my eyes, enjoying the closeness between our bodies.
Shit, this feels so good.
Megan
The ride up the elevator to the hotel suite is full of tension. I have no idea what I should do once we’re back in the room. Part of me wants so badly to give in and let what happened in the limo just continue right on through the night. It would be so easy.
Madden opens the suite with his key card and ushers me in ahead of him. I walk into the living area and turn to face him as he walks slowly toward me. Almost stalking, as if I’m his prey. When he reaches me, the corner of his mouth ticks up, his eyes gleaming with lust.
“You were amazing tonight, Megan.” He lifts a hand to my neck, stroking gently across the sensitized skin, sending chills through my body. Leaning in even closer, pressing his still-hard cock against my hip, he lowers his mouth to my ear, nibbling on the lobe as his warm breath causes my blood to rush through my body, pounding in my ears so loudly I can barely think.
“Come to my room with me,” he whispers softly. “I promise you won’t regret it.”
I’m so close to giving in, but those words bring me back to my senses. Because that’s the thing. I would regret it. Forever.
Not sleeping with Madden, or even giving him my virginity. But giving up on the chance to change my life by winning this reality show.
That’s something I would absolutely regret. This is my last chance. A get out of jail free card. If I fuck this up, I have nothing left. At all.
So I go against everything that my body is screaming for me to do and place my hands firmly on Madden’s chest, leaning back and giving him a remorseful smile.
“I can’t, Madden.”
He lowers his lips to my neck, gently lapping at the pulse point that’s thundering in time with my heart. “Just say yes, Megan.”
My fingers clench in his shirt, gripping the fabric tightly as I pull him to me, in spite of my brain saying no.
“I promise I’ll make it worth it for you.”
I have no doubt that sex with Madden would be better than I can even imagine. But it’s not worth throwing away my chance at a decent life. He isn’t promising me a life of security. He’s promising me one night of hot sex. That won’t last past dawn.
With what feels like superhuman effort, I pull back, taking two quick steps away. “I’m sorry, Madden. I really, really can’t.”
The disappointment on his face is clear, and I can’t help adding, “But if it makes it any better, I really, really want to.”
He smiles slightly, closing the distance between us again. “Somehow, that actually does make it better.” He shakes his head. “You’re a strong woman, Megan. And I have to respect you for that.”
I smile, pleasure flooding my body at his words. Who knew that Madden’s respect would make me feel so happy?
“I’m going to my room now, and you can go to yours,” he says, “but if you change your mind…”
Then he leans in and gives me a slow, soft kiss, so different from anything I’ve experienced with him before, and I melt a little more. Before I can change my mind, I turn and head for my room.
But I stop at the door and turn back to him. “Thanks for an incredible night, Madden.”
He flashes his dimples. “You know where to find me if you want me to make it the best you’ve ever had.”
Laughing, I slip into my room and shut the door, then lean against it heavily, blowing out a breath. That was really damn close.
I rub my hand over my eyes, trying to process everything that’s happened in the last twenty-four hours.
This time last night, I’d barely become the last virgin standing. And now I’ve almost turned in my v-card more times than I can count.
Stripping out of my dress, I climb into the bed, exhausted in every way—mentally, physically, emotionally. I don’t even bother with washing off my makeup, that’s how crazy I feel right now. My mind is at war with my body.
But even that doesn’t fully explain how I feel. My mind and body are both at war with themselves, too. Torn between Tristan and Madden. I’ve never understood how a woman could be torn between two men. It seemed impossible. But what’s
really impossible is figuring out which of them I want more.
Because if I make it through the rest of this crazy reality show with my virginity intact, I have to choose. I have to pick which man is my one true love.
Coming into the game, I never expected it to be so hard to choose. I never saw Tristan and Madden coming, though. And to complicate it even further, it’s not just a matter of picking which guy I like the best. To my complete surprise, I’m starting to feel things for both of them. Real things. True feelings.
They’re amazing men, each in their own way. I have no idea what to do. Part of me wants to give in and let them have their way with me. But I fight that part with everything I have in me—because I have to win. I just have to.
But if I have to choose between them at the very end? I don’t see how I can. Madden showed me tonight that he can be caring and sweet, even as he’s being over the top flirtatious. Then there’s Tristan. So full of passion. So intense. So kind and caring.
They both manage to make me feel better than I’ve ever felt in my life. I thought going on this date was going to help me figure things out, but now I’m only more confused than ever. One of them will have to go at the end. And just the thought of that has me feeling sick. I don’t want to let go of either Tristan or Madden.
Ironically, I think I’m going to end up totally screwed, even if I never get fucked.
The Biggest Licker Season Update
Chase: Hello and welcome to another installment of our analysis of Biggest Licker – the most popular reality show on TV. I’m your host, Chase Worthington.
Nadia: And I’m your co-host, Nadia Moore. We have a lot to cover today as we get ready for today’s televised episode of Biggest Licker.
