“Please.”
I tear off her panties and groan when her legs drop open. Mesmerized, I watch her hand dip into the shadowed valley between her legs. Her touch is eager, a swift swirl, and I’m frozen as I watch the erotic vision before me.
But when she pushes two fingers inside, it’s too much. I slide down my boxers and take myself in hand as I watch her. I’m supposed to be doing something, but for the life of me, I can’t remember what.
“Christ, you make me hard, Magnolia.” I get more turned on when I realize her eyes are glued to my hand as I shuttle up and down my cock. “Do you touch yourself like this when you’re all alone?”
She nods.
“Do you think of me?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“What do I do?”
Her chest heaves as those sultry eyes meet mine. “You fuck me hard.”
I swallow. How have I stayed away from this woman for so long? She’s my kryptonite.
Pushing her hand away, I take a long, slow lick from her slick hole up to that pretty pearl.
Her gasp is muffled. I look up her gorgeous body and realize she’s covered her mouth with one hand. She writhes on the bed when I press two thick fingers inside, and it only takes a few thrusts as I lick her to make her come.
Her little muffled cries almost send me over the edge. After I work her down, I squeeze my dick hard to back away from the ledge.
The smile on her sleepy face keeps me from asking for more.
After I wipe my face with my arm, I lean up and kiss her forehead and then slide out of bed.
“Where are you going?” she asks, her voice raspy.
“The bathroom. I figured you must be tired. We’ve had a long day.”
She pats the space next to her on the bed. “Come here, Michael.”
The way she says my name no longer carries disdain. Tonight, it sounds like a promise.
I sit next to her, my heart pounding when she rolls over so her face is almost in my lap. She turns her head up to give me a devilish smile. “I’m sorry I can’t go deep for obvious reasons, but let’s see if you like this.”
Pretty sure I’m going to love anything that involves Maggie and my dick.
She takes me in hand and gives my tip a swirl of her tongue that has me groaning. She shushes me with a giggle.
Quiet. Right.
I lose all verbal skills the moment she sucks me into the warmth of her mouth. She doesn’t go deep, and I wouldn’t want her to. I’m just thrilled her morning sickness isn’t an issue at the moment.
She pauses to lick her hand, places it on the base of my dick, tugs me in a rhythm that makes my toes curl, and then she tongues my slit.
“Fuck, Maggie.” I grip her hair hard. “Shit. Sorry.”
With a mouth full of me, she smiles. “Is okay.” I slide out with a pop. “You can pull my hair. I kinda like it.”
My dream girl likes when I fuck her hard and pull her hair.
I wonder if she’ll let me smack her ass.
Trying not to come, I attempt to distract myself by checking out her rounded bottom, but that just makes me want to lean over and bite it.
