Chapter 22 All night long-BLACK POV
In a world that is perfect and just, there would just be me, a mere boy, who loves a girl and we would be together just like this. Her clutching my T-shirt, begging to see me.
Madison Smith was always supposed to be mine, but in high school a senior is not supposed to be mixing with a freshman, and by the time she was old enough for me, that asshole had his clutches so deep into her that she would never have seen me.
It pained me so much, and Benedict took every opportunity to remind me that he won.
For him it was always a damn competition about who would come out top. He never really loved her, she's a pawn on his chessboard that he uses whenever he deems necessary.
The worst part is, is that she's blind to it all. She thinks he's this sweet boy who does everything for her, someone who is her best friend when he's the biggest snake to ever live.
I can't wait for the day I expose him to the world, but I have to be patient and careful. If I reveal things too soon, my whole plan might come crashing down.
Benedict Cargill is the type of man that you carefully gather every single piece of evidence together, so when you ruin him, there are no questions left of his guilt.
Madison is just another woman trapped in his web, and she doesn't even know it.
"Is it because I know who you are?"
Her voice is shaky, and even though it's pitch black inside the bedroom, the emeralds that are her eyes are still shining, searching for my true identity.
"Ssshhhh." I lay my finger on her full, pillowy lips. "No talking, no asking questions. When I come to you, we fuck. You got it?"
She must be as hungry for me as I am for her, because what woman just nods her head at the words I just said.
I shouldn't have touched her in the first place. I should've stayed the course and waited for the perfect time, but I lost it when that motherfucker tried to take from her in that alley.
I'm usually cool, calculated, and methodical. That night I was anything but, and I did something that could have exposed me, but luckily I know how to cover my tracks as if I never even existed.
Even though the woman in front of me had my entire attention ever since I first saw her get out of her mother's car, she never spared me much of a glance. I can become invisible when I need to be.
She trembles in front of me when I slowly undo the buttons to the little yellow sundress she's wearing, and I push the fabric off her shoulders. She's not wearing a bra, and the perfection of her body is enough to bring me to my knees.
Madison Smith is a swan, the kind that you watch and admire from afar. The most beautiful one that glides effortlessly on the lake and that you're too scared to frighten because she might fly away.
I encircle her elegant neck with my hand, and I tighten my grip slightly, making her mouth fall open and her eyelids fluttering closed. I want to squeeze the unblemished skin until my fingerprints remain and she wears my ownership like a trophy.
This is why I'm finding it so difficult to stay away from her. She unknowingly submits to my unspoken demands.
Her large, rosy nipples pebble like pearls when I threaten to cut off her air supply. My swan likes my dominance, and if it's even possible, it makes my dick even harder.
I have to taste her, so I brush my lips lightly over hers and she moans in my mouth.
Thoughts of her with Ben in this same position threaten to spoil this moment, so I loosen my grip on her neck before I end up killing her in rage.
There are other, much better ways to punish her for ever letting that filth take what was always supposed to be mine.
My hands are rough when I squeeze the small globes of her breasts in my hand, my thumbs brushing lightly over her nipples before I twist them between my fingers.
Madison doesn't have a chance to protest, because I stick my tongue into her mouth and twirl it with her's. She tastes like mint, innocence and sin wrapped into the most perfect package just for me, and I want to drown in her forever.
I have to be inside her, and soon. I've denied myself too much, too long, but first there's a position I need to see her in before I fuck my pussy.
I step away from her, leaving her gasping for air and unzip my pants, freeing my dick from the tight constraints.
"On your knees, now."
I almost cum right then and there when she drops to the ground like a queen worshipping her king, those emeralds shining expectantly up at me.
"Open up your pretty little mouth wide and stick out your tongue."
I stuff her mouth full of me before she has a chance to think about it and her hands slam against my thighs when I hit the back of her throat.
I throw my head back and groan at the warm cavern of her mouth all around me, and I stand still as she tries to suck, but just being inside her one way or the other has me in bliss.
I'm stupid for denying myself this, but I have to think of the bigger picture. If I play my cards right, I will get to fuck her every single day of my life.
I look down at the girl I've pined after since I was seventeen with her mouth stuffed full of my hard cock and her hands squeezing my thighs while she struggles not to choke.
If I die tomorrow, I would die a happy man, but first....
I take her dark,silky hair and wrap it around my fist and force myself down her throat. She struggles against me for air, but I pull out of her and she coughs as she tries to get back control of her throat.
"Take off your panties and lie on the bed with your legs wide open for me."