Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
I give her some time to recover, my head resting on her thigh, my heart pounding like a jackhammer. When she goes still, I slide my way up her body and kiss her hard, but she quickly wiggles out from under me and pushes me onto my back.
“My turn,” Maggie says, a hazy glow in her eyes.
“Didn’t you just have your turn?” I mock.
“Just shut up and enjoy this.”
My blood surges as her fingertips graze my neck, and my pulse speeds up when I notice the wicked gleam in her eyes. The memory of what she did to me in the shower earlier, with her lips and tongue and hands, floats into my head and my dick begins to ache. I’m so turned on I don’t think I can handle another blowjob, no matter how incredible it is. I won’t last long at all, and I still want to fuck her.
“Don’t worry, I’ll stop before you come,” she mocks back, as if she’s read my mind.
A second later her mouth clamps down on my neck. She sucks on it, the pressure of her lips causing a shiver to sizzle down my spine and grab hold of my balls. Closing my eyes, I lose myself to sensation, to the feel of Maggie’s lips trailing wet kisses along my flesh. Her mouth travels toward to my chest, where she nibbles on one flat nipple, then down to my abdomen, where she licks the line of hair leading down to my crotch. When she finally reaches my cock, I’m harder than ever and so close to exploding I can barely move.
One lick, one light kiss to my pre-come-soaked tip, is all I’m willing to allow. Any more and I’ll be shooting my load in her mouth, when all I want to do is bury my cock inside her.
Laughing quietly, she puts me out of my misery and climbs back up, straddling me with her long legs. “You’re close, aren’t you?” She leans toward the nightstand and reaches for the condom box.
“What the hell do you think?” I growl. My cock twitches as she covers it with a condom.
“Pity. I expect my boy toys to possess stamina,” she says with mock disapproval.
Before I can offer a comeback, she sucks the breath right out of my lungs by impaling herself onto my dick. White-hot pleasure slices into me like a knife.
“Jesus,” I grunt.
“Still close?” she teases.
I manage a nod. Shit. I’m impossibly turned on, and dangerously close.
I rise up in an attempt to kiss her, but she shifts her head so my lips connect with her cheek, and makes a tsking sound. “None of that,” she chides. “I’m still having my way with you.”
Then she presses her mouth to my jaw, planting barely-there kisses. She grinds her lower body against mine but doesn’t ride me the way I want her to. When I make another attempt to kiss her, she allows it, but this time her tongue is in charge, exploring my mouth with precision.
I groan, the guttural sound filling the bedroom.
Maggie breaks the kiss with a faint grin. “You know,” she muses, “I recall you telling me I wouldn’t be so smug once you had your way with me…and yet I’m still feeling smug.”
“Yeah, what about now?” Without giving her time to react, I dig my fingers into her hips and thrust upwards, driving my cock deeper inside her.
She gasps, her eyes wide with pleasure and surprise. “Now…I’m feeling less smug,” she admits, then cries out when I give another hard thrust.
“And now?”
“Now…I’m…um…” Her expression glazes over as she struggles to speak.
I thrust again.
“And now?”
She gives a breathy moan. “Now I just want to fuck you.”
And she does. She rides me so hard I can barely see straight, her pussy clamped so tightly around my dick that I’m mindless with intense pleasure bordering on blissful pain. I lock my gaze to hers and watch as her expression changes from needy to satisfied, and then she’s coming again, her inner muscles squeezing my cock and triggering a climax that turns my vision into a mist.
Maggie collapses on top of me, her breasts crushed against my damp chest, her breathing ragged. After a moment she moves off and lies flat on her back, those gorgeous tits rising and falling with each breath. I stay quiet, trying to control my own breathing, trying to recover from the body-numbing release.
“So…anytime I want it?” she asks, and her voice is a bit wheezy
I find myself laughing. “That’s what I promised, didn’t I?”
“Good.” She rolls over, presses her cheek against my chest and promptly falls asleep in my arms.
17
Ben
It only takes three days for me to realize that Maggie Reilly needs a lot more than sex. She needs a goddamn vacation.
I honestly can’t understand how she lives the way she does. Her life revolves around work and school, and while I admire her self-discipline, it’s almost superhuman. She spends the mornings studying and writing papers, and the afternoons at the community center where she volunteers. Then she comes home and buries her nose in a textbook for a couple more hours. By the evening, she’s getting ready to go to work, where she spends the night waiting tables. She returns around two a.m. and goes straight to bed. She eats only when I force her to, and shoots down my suggestions that she take a walk or watch Netflix with me. In fact, the only time she actually seems grateful for my company is when we’re in bed together.