“You’ve killed me. I’m dead.”
Gently, I remove my hand and lick her cum off my fingers.
When I look up, I see her watching me. “You’re a dirty boy. I like. Now come here.”
I crawl up the bed and sprawl out on my side. Resting my head in my hand, I take in the ethereal creature lying in my bed. A dark flush stains her cheeks, and her eyes are drowsy.
Leaning down, I kiss her. “We can call it a night if you… if you’re tired.” My balls might explode, but I don’t want to pressure her if she’s not comfortable doing more.
“Shut up and lie back.”
Laughing, I obey, because she’s hot as fuck when she’s bossy. A naked Magnolia crawls over me. “Condom?”
Please, God, let me have one in my suitcase. I point toward my bag. “Toiletry bag.”
I watch her trot her beautiful ass across my room, but when she bends over, I groan and kick off my swim trunks. With a tight fist, I jerk off while Maggie shakes her round bum one way and then the other as she looks for the foil package.
Finally, she holds up her hand. “Found it!” She settles over me again, rips it with her teeth, and tries to roll it down my length. “Why doesn’t this work?” Frustration furrows her brow, but I’m distracted by watching her handle my cock.
My brain cells eventually kick in. “Maybe it’s backwards.”
She flips it around. “You’re brilliant.”
I am, aren’t I? Because I’m pretty sure this is the smartest thing I’ve ever done.
When she sinks over me like a wild goddess, all tousled and slick and very, very tight, my breath catches in my throat. It’s a heady realization that I, a lowly man of no means, might be able to bang the fuck out of this gorgeous woman.
Thank you, universe.
Time to make her come again.
Slowly, she lifts herself up and down, and I watch those beautiful tits bounce. Her wild, damp hair clings to her skin.
She’s a vision. So beautiful. So sensual. A fantasy come to life.
Reaching under her, I grab the round globes of her ass and help her ride me. I bring her down harder. Faster. She moans and reaches between her legs to frantically rub her swollen clit.
The bed squeaks and lurches under our weight. We’re a tangle of limbs and slick skin and desperation to get closer.
It isn’t until she’s chanting my name and pulsing around my cock that I finally let myself go. I moan her name and hold her tight as my release hits.
We’re a cosmic explosion. An interstellar collision of heat and particles that’s all-consuming.
And somewhere deep inside my chest, I know I’ll never be the same again.
13
OLLY
Is someone knocking?
Groggy and half-asleep, I squint into the harsh morning light, and I’m immediately reminded of exactly what happened last night.
Maggie is sprawled over me. Her tits are pressed to my chest. One slender thigh is tucked between mine. And one round ass cheek rests under my palm.
Is it possible to wake up like this every morning of my life? I chuckle to myself as I spit out a strand of her hair.
She shifts and groans and wiggles closer, which my morning wood finds enticing.
