her that there’s more to life than what she’s had.
And this space . . . I rarely bring people up here. This penthouse is my inner sanctum, and even my own family members are rarely up here.
“Wow,” Madison says when I flip on the lights, looking around the large open-concept room. “Looks like a mansion in itself.”
I chuckle, shrugging off my suit jacket and looking over at Madison. From the first moment I saw her this evening, I’ve had a hard time keeping my eyes off her. The dress may not be her typical style, but she wears it well and looks absolutely stunning. Her breasts press together and up, the line of cleavage tempting me to lick her, to see if her skin is as satiny as the dress fabric. “It does give me a good place to crash,” I say carelessly.
“Crash?” Madison asks, looking at the television on my wall. “I’ve seen movie theaters with smaller screens than this.”
She goes around the main space of the penthouse, oohing and ahhing over things.
“What’s this?” she asks as she toes a box near my exercise corner. “Looks like something you’d trip over.”
“Attachment for my workouts,” I explain. “It just sort of works like a big rubber band. Come on, let me show you the best view.”
I lead Madison over to my western wall, which goes straight up for two stories in nothing but glass. “Above us is the floor where I have my bedroom and bath, but . . . Alexa, blinds.”
I don’t actually have blinds in my windows, but instead, there’s an electronically controlled layer in the window that can act like sunshades, going from totally clear to opaque at my command.
The windows clear, and Madison gasps as she sees Bane before her. “You can see most of the city from here!”
“Well, the western half,” I agree, looking out. In the middle of my view is, of course, the Danger Building, spearing the heavens. But the rest of the city spreads out around it on all sides.
“It’s gorgeous,” Madison whispers, her breath catching as the moon comes out from behind some clouds and illuminates the city even more. “I never thought this city could be so beautiful.”
“Amazing, isn’t it?” I ask, my eyes on Madison.
Madison looks at me, a blush pinkening her cheeks as she realizes I’m talking about her, not the cityscape.
“What else would you like to see?” My voice is husky, need deepening it.
“You said your bedroom is upstairs?” she asks, and I nod.
I reach out, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her tight against my body. Madison arches her back as my lips find the silky curve of her neck, and I suck, nibbling and tasting her skin as she reaches back, running a hand through my hair and holding me in place against her. I reach up, finding the zipper on her dress and tugging it down, letting it fall to the floor. “I’m going to make you scream my name as you come.”
“Fuck, yes,” Madison gasps as her softly tanned skin is exposed to the soft moonlight and my exploring hands. Her dress had a built-in bra, so there’s nothing to remove as I cup the soft weight of her tits, rolling her nipples between my fingers as I nibble on her ear. Pressing her against the glass, I let her feel the hard length of my cock against her ass.
“You’re a naughty girl. A T-back? It’s like you were hoping to get fucked tonight.”
“I am,” Madison groans, planting her hands on the glass and pressing her ass against me. “I’ve been thinking of this moment for days.”
“Me too,” I growl, stepping back. “Which is why I need that sassy, smart mouth wrapped around my cock, tasting me like you wanted to last time.”
Madison obeys, turning and dropping to her knees in the puddled satin of her dress as I undo my pants and take out my cock. She licks her lips as I come into view and looks up at me.
I growl, reaching down and grabbing a handful of her beautiful hair, its softness spilling over my fist. “Now open up and get me wet while you rub that sweet little pussy for me.”
Before Madison can reply, I slide my cock deep into her mouth before holding it there, letting her have a moment to adjust before pumping in and out slowly. She swallows eagerly, slurping and sucking as her eyes flutter closed, her breasts shaking with each stroke.
“That’s it,” I