“Mags, I’m gonna come, so you might wanna…”
She slides off me.
Before I give in to the twinge of disappointment that she took her mouth off me, she fucking straddles my lap.
“We’re already pregnant, right?” she whispers. “We should make the most of this. I’m negative. I had every test known to man done at the OB-GYN appointment.”
“I’m good to go, too.” In a sex haze, I watch as she slowly lowers herself onto my eager dick.
I’ve never gone without a condom.
Her tight, wet heat makes my cock pulse.
I grip her hips to still her. “You feel so fucking good, Mags. Don’t move or the ride will be over before we get outta the gates.”
When I don’t think I’ll embarrass myself, I grab her ass in both hands and yank her as close as she can get. Her big tits press into my chest, and I lean down to nibble her shoulder. Her neck. That little spot behind her ear.
By the time we kiss, I’m ready to fuck.
Two thrusts later, though, the loud squeak of my bed has me cursing.
“What if we do it on that?” she asks, pointing to the faded, wing-backed armchair in the corner.
Never losing our connection, I hoist her in my arms, trudge across the room, and settle into the chair.
She groans the moment I’m seated and immediately starts moving. “Yes, yes,” she chants.
Her beautiful tits jiggle in my face, beckoning for attention. I grab one and squeeze, which has her fluttering on my cock.
“Can you come again?” I grunt.
“Maybe. This angle is really working for me.”
We should take this chair back to Charming with us.
I reach between us and rub her clit while she bounces on my lap. Unable to resist the temptation of those rosy nipples, I suck one into my mouth, which sets her off.
The fluttering tight ripple on my cock is nothing like I’ve ever felt before. I press my mouth to her shoulder as my release overpowers me.
“Oh, my God.” She groans. “I can feel that. You pulsing.” Maggie shivers and shakes in my arms as I come.
As incredible as tonight has been, as good as she felt without a condom, it’s nothing compared to having Maggie drape her sated body over me in bed when we’re done.
37
MAGGIE
A knock on the door has me cracking my eye open.
I’m sprawled on top of Olly, naked. In his childhood bedroom. In his parents’ house.
“Kids, brunch is in ten!” his mom shouts from the hallway.
I yank up the sheets, mortified that Mrs. Oliver might see us like this. Her son doesn’t budge.
“Olly!” I whisper-hiss. “Olly! Wake up. Your mom wants us to come eat.”
He yawns and smacks his lips. “Not hungry. Had some late-night pussy for dinner.”
