Page 68 of When Forever Falls Apart

“Have I been with anyone else? The answer is no. You’ve kind of distracted me,” I answer honestly.

A smile creeps onto her lips, relaxing her expression, and without another word, she nods, granting me the silent go-ahead to fuck her until we both come.

In a swift move, I protect us both and position myself on top of her. As raindrops begin to pelt against the roof of the boat, I beg of her, “Look at me, Madelina. When I’m fucking you, eyes on me.”

I slide in slowly, biting down hard to control myself as her pussy tightens around me. My gaze never wavers, watching every emotion on her face while I enter, in and out, desperately trying not to blow inside her just yet.

The boat begins to rock from the wind as the eye of the storm lingers above us. The old vessel creaks and groans as gusts of wind whip around it, but Madelina’s moans are all I can hear among the barrage of noise.

“Elliot,” she groans, arching her back and exposing her tits for me to devour. “I’m going to—”

My mouth wraps around her nipple, tugging it with my teeth while she rides out her orgasm, the clench of her pussy around my cock sending me straight to the finish line.

“Fuck.” A forceful grunt escapes as I thrust against her to hear the sound of her wet pussy slapping against me.

Stars blind me, a burst of euphoria spreading to every inch of my body. I barely catch a breath, swallowing with a dry throat as I collapse on top of Madelina.

I remove myself from inside her, falling onto my back before I subtly slide the condom off and dump it in the trash can beside the bed.

The storm begins to batter us, and without thinking, I turn to wrap my arms around her to protect her from the unpredictable weather.

A few minutes later, the wind eases, and the only sound loud enough to catch our attention is a familiar snort.

“Was that…” Madelina trails off only to gasp, pulling the sheet toward her chest to cover her bare tits. “Oh my God! Margaret Anne. Have you been watching the whole time?”

I slide myself up to see Margaret Anne hovering at the door. She must have wandered in before the storm, which doesn’t surprise me. Dogs can sense changes in the weather.

“I highly doubt she knows what she was looking at,” I say, then follow by kissing her shoulder.

“So, why haven’t you brought girls here before?” Madelina questions once again. “Aside from Margaret Anne, but she doesn’t count. No offense, your highness.”

“It’s Cinnamon Springs. Not Paris,” I retort.

Madelina falls back onto the bed with a sated smile. I lean into her mouth, kissing her lips once again, the rise beneath the sheets warning me I’m ready for a second round.

“Why do you look so pleased to know you’re the only woman who has been in this bed with me?”

She shrugs, unable to hide her glee. “Let’s see… You’re hot. You know how to cook. You speak French, and you dance. Plus, did I say you’re hot? You’re ticking all the boxes.”

“Is that so?”

In an instant, her expression shifts, caught in a moment of vulnerability. “I mean, it’s just… no strings attached, right?”

I kiss her lips, desperate to be inside her again. “You can shut up now because I’m going to fuck you again.”

“I guess that’s not against the rules…” Madelina grins mischievously, but this time, she playfully pushes me back, climbing on top with a confident sparkle in her eyes.

This definitely isn’t breaking any rules.

This time, we take things slow, switching positions every so often so I can devour her in every possible way. And when I realize I’ve run out of condoms, the rookie mistake invades my thoughts, forcing me to reluctantly pull away.

“Madelina,” I pant, struggling to catch my breath. “I don’t have any condoms left.”

I gently shut my eyes, momentarily lost in thought as I ponder driving into town. Outside the boat, heavy raindrops remind me that the storm still lingers. My gaze shifts to the clock perched on the bedside table. Its glowing light shows me it is just past eleven o’clock, and everything would be shut anyway.

The nearest gas station, Gordon’s Gas Stop, crosses my mind, but it’s on the interstate. Considering Gordon works the night shift, it would be awkward as hell if I rocked up to buy condoms. Gordon’s brother is the town pastor, so his family are very religious, and small-town people love to talk.

“I’m not on birth control…” Madelina admits with reluctance. “I stopped, after Myles.”