Chapter 137: Madison

I’m in ecstasy. Hamilton’s buried deep within me as my muscles stretch to accommodate his length and girth. I love the fullness. I feel complete. I relax my grip on his butt, ready for him to move. When he remains motionless, I lift my head, searching his face.

Hamilton’s eyes are closed tight, his brow beads with sweat while his jaw clenches tight as his shoulders and arms strain.

“Ham, what’s wrong?” Fear floods my brain, worried he’s hurt himself.

He merely shakes his head, not opening his eyes.

“Hamilton,” I plead. “Look at me.”

Slowly, his lids raise, revealing fear. I lift my hands to his jaws, rubbing my thumbs back and forth.

“What’s wrong?”

Again, he shakes his head, rolling off of me. I dig my heels into his glutes, hugging him tight as he rolls to his back. I smile proudly at my success in the maneuver. Hamilton caresses my cheek with his left hand while his right plants on my hip.

“I...” his voice cracks. “I don’t want to hurt you.”