Logan's POV
"Yes! Yes!" Let's go shopping." Madison giggled and embraced me. "Let's also bring her along; that's a good suggestion." She seductively touched my nose before leaning in for another kiss.
"We'll change our outfits then." Thatcher and Julian got up and left. I also tried to leave with them, but Madison held me back.
"No, not so fast Prince Charming, you're owing me something. Remember what you promised me?" She said, her eyes glinting with playful mischief. "You promised me good sex." She held my collar and pulled me back.
Yeah, I remember promising her yesterday; that was the only way to appease her. She was really pissed off by yesterday's incident and couldn't let us go unless we fucked her. We've been taking things pretty slow with her, but she hates that. She's eager to have a taste of our dicks, and to be honest, I'm also very eager to have a taste of her cherries.
"Here? Do you want it h...?" I started to ask, but she silenced me with a finger on my lips.
"Yes, here. Right now. Let's do a quickie before your brothers return." She didn't waste a second and started to undress me. She removed my singlet and worked her way to my pants. She tried to take off my shorts, but I stopped her.
Her stepsister is still here. Does she want to do this in her presence?
"Ask her to leave, then," I whispered, and she immediately obeyed. She turned to her stepsister and shooed her away.
"Wait at the door; do not come in until I say so," Madison ordered, and the girl did just that.
As soon as we were alone, Madison pushed me onto the sofa and straddled my lap, her fingers tracing a slow, teasing path down my abs to the hardness pressing against my shorts. Seeing how hard I was made her smile; she cupped my cock through my shorts and kissed it, then playfully ran her tongue over my tip.
"I love you so much." She happily embraced my standing dick, but I was not really in the mood for such teasing. I was already fucking hard and needed a release, so I did what I know how to do best.
I wrapped my hands around her waist and lifted her. Before she could protest, I swiftly switched our position, placing her on the sofa and coming on top of her.
"Ohhh," seeing how desperate I am, she teased me again. "You should never have held back from the start," she chuckled and started taking off her dress, but I slapped her hand off.
That is my duty. Undressing her is my duty; she shouldn't do that.
She grumbled out some words, clearly displeased by my behavior; however, I didn't stop or try to appease her but went on to undress her.
I took her crop top and her pink bra off. I also ripped off her pink matching panties before finally coming face-to-face with her pussycat. And moon goddess, she was freaking wet! Satisfied by the sweet scene, I spread her sweet folds apart and settled myself between her legs.
"Are you going to...?" She was about to say something, but her words dissolved into a sharp cry as my cold tongue swept over her swollen clit. I took my time, savoring her taste, rolling my tongue around her most sensitive spot, licking and sucking until her hips bucked beneath me. Driven by a grave need, I pressed my tongue inside her, tasting the slick sweetness she offered, feeling her body respond with trembling urgency.
Her moans filled the room, her hands tangling in my hair, urging me on. She tasted incredibly delicious, and before I could control myself, I was aggressively tongue-fucking her. My tongue kept going in and out of her hole as I continuously drew out more of her creamy juice.
It didn't take long before her legs began to shake and her moans started to fill the entire house. But I didn't stop there; I took a step forward by inserting my fingers into her wet pussy. I began finger-fucking her, and a few seconds into this act, she started begging for my giant cock.
"Oh, fuck...yes Fuck me! Fuck me, please..." Her thighs shook, and her body vibrated as I increased the pace at which I was fucking her.
"Please fuck me..." She begged while aggressively pressing down on her throbbing clit to reduce the tension there. She was fucking wet, and her hole looked nice and ready for my big cock, so without wasting more time, I repositioned her to a more suitable position and took out my hardened cock.
I ran my hands through my thick length, prepping it for the mission ahead as my precum oozed out of my tip. Madison's eyes glittered when she saw my phallus; she leaned closer and tried to touch it, but I slapped her hand away again.
This is not the time for that.
Annoyed by my actions, she pouted her lips and began grumbling some words, but I immediately shut her up with a kiss.
As our lips met, I positioned myself at her entrance. She opened her mouth to speak, but I pressed forward, sliding into her in one deep, satisfying thrust. Her gasp—half surprise, half pleasure—echoed in my ear.
"Fuck, yes..." she moaned, her nails digging into my back as I began to move, each stroke deeper than the last. Her cries grew louder, her body arching to meet every thrust. I lost myself in the rhythm, the heat, the intense need that burned between us.
"Ohh shit. Fuck. Shit."
We were still tangled together when Julian and Thatcher returned, their voices distant. "Meet us in the car when you're done," they called, barely breaking our focus.
Driven by a grave desire to finish up, I flipped our position. I sat down on the sofa and made her sit on my dick.
With her sitting on my phallus, I began to fuck her from below. I started off slow but slowly increased my pace. Each thrust became more demanding, and the room filled with the sounds of our skin moving against each other. My release came hard and fast, spilling into her as I groaned her name. Even as I finished, Madison shuddered on top of me, her own climax washing over her.
Breathless, I lifted her to the table, laying her out and helping her find one last trembling release before collapsing beside her. For a moment, we simply breathed together, the world reduced to the heat and the quiet afterglow between us. In the aftermath, I pressed my forehead to hers, breathing her in, letting the moment settle over us—wild, spent, and utterly alive.
**
After showering, we joined my brothers at the garage, ready to head out, but Madison's sister's sudden appearance changed the atmosphere.
"She can join us in the car," Julian suggested, but Madison disagreed.
"In the car?" No way! She doesn't deserve that."
"She is supposed to come with us," Thatcher reminded her.
"I know, but I don't want her here," she pouted.
"The mall is pretty far though; she'll be late if we leave her," I also chimed in, but she surprised me by saying, "She can stay in the boot," she said firmly.
"In the boot?" I stared at her, displeased by her suggestion. I was about to complain, but Thatcher beat me to it.
"Okay, she'll stay in the boot then, as you wish," he said, agreeing to her request. This made her happy. A smile covered her face, and she quickly leaned in and gave him a kiss.