Book 2, Chapter 28: Mini Golf with a Twist, Part II

**Third Person**

“What are you going to do, little butterfly,” Damien teased.

“This,” Madison responded before kissing the button on his jeans. He was already sporting a hard-on, but her proximity was going to make him cum like a teenager in heat if she didn’t hurry up. Her kiss turned into her taking her teeth and using her mouth to undo the button. She then reached for the zipper with her mouth and brought the zipper down painfully slow. Damien’s breath was ragged.

Madison pulled down Damien’s jeans ever slowly, torturing both of them and swirling the air with their arousal. She made sure to kiss his bulge over the fabric of his boxers as she lowered the denim down his legs. She traveled her kisses down his thighs as she helped him step out of the constricting material. She paid extra attention to the giant purple bruises that had formed on the inside of his thighs, making him hiss.
Madison smiled wickedly as she began to rise and said, “Well, time to go!”

“Oh no, you don’t,” Damien rasped out, shoving her back down on her knees and holding her ponytail firmly in his grasp. “You are such a cock tease, and it’s time to put your mouth to better use.”

“Yes, Master,” Madison responded, happy her plan worked. She reached the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, releasing Damien’s monster erection. It hit Madison in the face, and she grinned. She stuck her tongue out, licking up the precum that was already leaking. His smooth mushroom cap was bright red. She teased the aching tip, sending pleasurable tingles to Damien’s toes. Madison then kissed her way down the shaft, sucking and nibbling the veins to his balls.

She put his balls into her mouth, sucking them gently and playing with them in her mouth, making him jump with excitement.

“FUCK, Baby girl, yes…” he moaned. She released his sacks and traveled back up the hardened shaft. She spat on his engorged member before she took him entirely into her mouth, relaxing her muscles as he taught her, breathing through her nose before burying his hot phallus down her throat. She began to gag a bit, making Damien roll his eyes back, feeling sweet warmth around him. She started a steady rhythm of thrusting, hollowing her cheeks, and massaging his stick with her tongue and lips. She would occasionally deep-throat him, looking up at the man holding her head steady, making it even more sensual. She placed one hand on his muscular thigh to steady herself while using her other hand to massage the base of his cock and his balls.

“Yes, baby girl… Fuck, yes! You are incredible!” Damien sang her praises as she continued to suck his soul. He was getting high on the bliss of her lips being wrapped around his enormous cock.

He couldn’t get enough of her hot mouth, fucking her without reservation. Their combined moans of pleasure sent tingles down his spine. Before he knew it, his balls were tightening, and with a final harsh thrust deep down her throat, Damien let out a guttural scream as his load shot out of him like a rocket at sundown. She happily continued to suck him gently as his seed flowed out of his tip, his orgasmic spasms continuing to rock his core.

When he was somewhat lax, and no more cum escaped, she kissed his tip before pulling his boxers back up. Damien claimed her lips and held her close, momentarily reveling in their after-glow.

“You are one naughty little butterfly, Zemra ime,” Damien breathed, kissing her forehead.

“Well, you made a point to six me at hole six, so it was only fair that I nined you at hole nine,” Madison retorted with a shrug. “All is fair in love and war, my big Sugar Bear.” She used his earlier words against her, making Damien laugh boisterously.

“You are quite the little comedian these days. What an interesting choice of vocabulary, love,” Damien teased.

“Why, thank you, sir! I’ve been working on my jokes… Want to hear one?” Madison asked playfully.

“Sure! Why not,” Damien responded.

“Did you hear they are making a sequel to the movie 21?”

“No, really?”

“Yeah, it’s going to be called 42!”

Damien just looked at Madison like she had just grown wings. Then he busted out laughing.

“That was actually pretty good, butterfly. I’m impressed.”

“Thanks! Here’s another one. What do you call an old Spanish cat who has big hands?” Madison asked. Damien shrugged, looking at the love of his life with such admiration.

“A Grande paw!”

“Oh, good lord, you are just as bad as your father!” Damien groaned.

“Which one?” Madison asked, snickering.

“All of them!”

“Yeah, Papa Ben and I have too much time on our hands…. Dad jokes are the best… Okay, one more! What is a cow's favorite activity to do on Saturday night?”

“I don’t know, Zemra ime… What?” Damien feigned ignorance.

“Going to the MOOvies”

“BAH! You are terrible!” Damien groaned through his chuckles.

“That’s not what you said a few minutes ago…”

“Oh, you little vixen!” Damien said, chasing her around the hole. It wasn’t much of a chase being in a small confined space. When he caught her, he kissed her cheek and said teasingly, “For your insubordination, you shall now drop and give me fifty push-ups, baby!”

Madison gives a fake salute when she faces him, grinning happily. Damien didn’t miss the sparkle in her eye, sensing she was about to cause some mischief. He loved that his little brat was coming out to play.
She didn’t drop to the ground, instead dropping her hands to under her breasts and started pushing up the twins and counting “one, two, three…”

“MADISON!” Damien groaned in laughter.

“You said drop and give you fifty push-ups. You didn’t specify what to drop and what to push up!”

Both of them fell down, holding their stomachs and tears bursting from their eyes. Only when Madison started wheezing did they begin to settle down.

“You are getting too bold, baby girl. We may have to consider some more appropriate punishments…”

“I wouldn’t mind you whipping me into shape, Master.” Madison made sure to emphasize whip and then winked at her man, making him roll on the ground to cover his massive erection. She was always quick with her erotic banter. That girl was going to be the death of him.

Luckily, they could calm down enough to progress with their game. Damien lost his watch in hole ten, and Madison wiggled out of her bra in hole eleven. Now that they were on hole twelve, Damien was left in only his boxers and Madison her top, which barely concealed her lady bits.

This hole was designed to go under an artificial waterfall. Most of the course was in a tunnel with fake vines in the way. The entrance to the tunnel had a roaring waterfall on one side and a rock formation on the other.

The inside of the tunnel was painted like the night sky, and the reflection from the lighted waterfall bounced off the rock to make it look like the light was dancing.

After three strokes, both Damien and Madison sunk their balls in the hole. A tie.

“Well, how about we call it a tie,” Madison noted. Damien agreed, and they both stripped their last bit of clothing.

There, under the dancing lights, surrounded by a roaring cascade of water, in a small cocoon of peace, they stood a few feet away from each other, naked. They both began to roam over each other’s bodies, drinking in every beautiful feature.

Without saying another word, they collided with each other. Damien scooped Madison into his arms and pinned her against the rock wall. Their kiss was full of fire. Neither of them could pull the other closer. Madison had her hands in his hair, while Damien used one to knead her backside and the other roughly playing with her breast. He made quick work of pinching and twisting her hardened nipples. He broke the kiss to travel down her jaw and suck on her sweet spot while he traveled his hand down to her core. Madison moaned and tilted her head to the side to give him more access while grinding her hips against his erect member.

“So wet for me,” Damien teased.

“I need…” Madison whispered.

“Tell me what you need, Zemra ime,” Damien demanded, attacking her neck and leaving love bites on her silky skin.

“I need you inside me… please,” Madison begged.

“Please, what?” Damien teased, pinching her nipple hard, sending Madison closer to the edge.

“PLEASE, MASTER! FUCK ME!” Madison screamed, her need growing too much.

“Gladly!”

Damien kissed her again, pushing her further into the wall. He reached between them and lined his throbbing cock with her wet hole and pressed inside of her harshly. He bottomed out, and she screamed in pleasure as her walls stretched to accommodate his delicious girth.

“Fuck baby girl, you feel so damn good. So hot and wet for me,” Damien complimented as he thrust in her slowly, letting her feel him in her belly.

“Damien, please. Fuck me like you mean it,” Madison pleaded, claiming his lips again and swirling her hips to get the friction she desired. Damien moaned at the sensation. He gripped her hips and happily obliged his lady. He thrust into her like a rutting wolf, pushing the boundaries of ecstasy as they both climbed higher and higher.

Madison’s walls began to pulse when they both finally tumbled over the edge, milking Damien’s seed into her waiting womb. Her walls squeezed him, making him twitch upright again.
Damien dropped Madison’s shaky legs only to turn her around, place her hands on the wall, and use his foot to spread her legs apart.

“I’m just getting started, baby,” Damien whispered in her ear before shoving his erection back into her soaking wet channel. He fucked her from behind, using his hands to play with her bouncing breasts and rub her swollen bundle of nerves, sending her over the edge in euphoric bliss. He would change her position slightly, creating a deeper angle to make them both scream in pleasure. Madison came not once, not twice, but four times before Damien finally emptied his seed into her womb, howling with delight.

They both settled against the wall, snuggled into each other, coming down from their high. Damien happily rubbed her back in soothing circles and kissed her head sweetly as they basked in the aftercare. The serene atmosphere created that perfect, blissful, ignorant bubble.

Damien got up and went to the end of the tunnel, returning with a pair of fresh clothes for both of them and two bottles of water. Madison chugged her water, feeling particularly parched.

There was a sundress for Madison, except for undergarments, and a pair of pants with a polo shirt for Damien. Before they exited the hole, Damien claimed her lips one more time. “I love you, Zemra ime. I always have, and I always will.”

“I love you too, Damien Abizi."
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