Fuck, she’s perfect.

Maggie’s lips were everything Trevor had imagined them to be. Silky, and smooth. Like he was fucking kissing a cloud. He reached behind her moving his hands to her ass so he could pull her closer to him. He shamelessly ground his erection against her stomach, not giving a fuck that the action made him look like an eager teenager. Right now, he had one goal in mind. And, that was fulfilling every fantasy he had about her.

“Trevor,” she moaned into his mouth.

“That’s right,” he answered. “Say my name.”

Maggie was setting him on fire, he didn’t know how much longer he would be able to hold on. Then, when she started to grind her hips against his, he nearly snapped. He couldn’t get inside of her fast enough.

He felt her hands move up his chest. For a split-second, he thought she was going to push him away. Panic seeped into him. He should have known better than to assume anything with Maggie, though. Instead of pushing him away, she grabbed onto his shirt and pulled him closer to her. Molding his body against hers.

Fuck yes!

Taking that as his sign to proceed he started pushing them back towards her bed.

He kissed her everywhere he could. Her lips, cheeks, and jaw line. He started kissing down her neck as he felt the back of her knees hit the bed.

Thank fuck.

He pushed her down onto the bed, straddling her hips with his knees.

“Goddamn,” he growled before placing his body on top of hers, seeking out her mouth with his own. He couldn’t get enough of her.

He wanted to fist pump the air when he was rewarded with her instantly opening her mouth. Her tongue shot out, exploring him. He knew his girl would be just as feisty in bed as she was when she was verbally kicking his ass.

He pulled away from her when he felt her nails, as they dug into his back. Pleasure shot through him. Yes, he thought, but wait until my shirt is off to mark me, baby. Mark me and mark me good. That thought nearly knocked the wind out of him. He never let any of his partners mark him. There was just something about her. He wanted her to mark him where everyone would see it. However, when he looked down at her, what he saw in her eyes was as good as a cold bucket of water being thrown on him.

“Maggie,” he said softly, trying to understand the terrified look in her eyes.

“I haven’t done-“

“Shit! You’re a virgin?” he asked, half sickened half amazed. How was anyone still a virgin at her age? At least he understood where that look was coming from now.

“No, you idiot!” She slapped him on the shoulder. “It’s just… well… you know… I haven’t done this a whole lot,” she explained.

He visibly relaxed worried it was him that was scaring her. Then something revved up inside of him. The thought of her being inexperienced set a new fire in him. Surprisingly, the thought of another man seeing her, touching her curves, kissing her made him want to break something. He felt a new wave of possessiveness shoot through him. He leaned down, covering her body with his. Gazing into her eyes he softened his expression. With her being inexperienced, he didn’t want to scare her off with his dominance.

“You’re in charge,” he remarked. “I do something you don’t like, you let me know right away and I’ll stop.” He waited for her nod of acceptance before he placed his lips on hers again. Fuck! She felt so good. Her body cradled against his own, cushioning all his hard planes.

He sat up still straddling her hips. He couldn’t wait anymore. He looked down at her dress and made the split-second decision. “Off,” he growled. He took hold of her dress and ripped it apart, right down the middle. The material easily split, baring her heavy breasts and rounded stomach to him. His insides roared with the sight in front of him.

“You Neanderthal!” Maggie cried as she hurried to hide her stomach from him.

Oh, hell no! He’d been dreaming of her body for weeks now. No way in hell was she going to deny him that view. He grabbed both of her hands quickly pinning them above her head.

“Don’t hide from me.”

“You ripped my dress, you jackass!”

He looked at the destroyed material. “Yup,” he agreed. “I did and I’d do it again.”

Moving so he could pin both of her arms with one of his hands he pulled slightly away from her body. He gazed down at her. Her breasts were pert, her nipples standing at attention. The light pink coloring beckoned him to taste.

He shrugged.

He wasn’t going to deny himself. Not now, not ever. He leaned over, wrapping her right nipple into his mouth.

“Oh, god,” she moaned. Oh, he wanted to hear more of that. He increased his suction causing her to let out another moan. “Dear God.”

“Trevor will do,” he said from around his treat. Ignoring her glare, he went back to his task. He sucked hard, letting her taste hit his senses. He wanted more of her. After another second, he released her peak with a wet pop.

He then kissed down her body. Her tummy amazed him. Where he was used to hard bones protruding out, here he found a rounded cloud, and softness. Hips that he could hold onto for days as he pounded into her. It was an eye-opening moment for him. To have someone under him that cushioned him so well, sent shivers down his spine.

He quickly let go of her pinned hands and ripped the rest of the dress in two. This left her laying before him, in nothing but black-lace panties.

He couldn’t have stifled the groan even if he wanted to. Instead, he reached for the material. One goal in mind. “Hips up,” he got out through clenched teeth. To his surprise she actually obeyed him. That was a first. But, he didn’t have time to bask in the victory. No, right now he was on a mission. A mission that a nuclear war wasn’t going to stop him from.

“Holy fucking shit!” he said once she was bared to him. He moved his fingers to lightly brush against her swollen lower lips. “You’re fucking bare,” he growled. For some reason, he thought her inexperience would have also resulted in her grooming habits. Seeing her pink lips swollen with need, glistening with her juices, almost had him shooting his load right then and there.

“Thank Lexi for that,” she groaned as his fingers danced along her opening.

“What?” he asked not really listening. He was so transfixed by

her pussy, nothing could tear him away.

“She’s an evil woman. My poor clit will never recover.”

“I don’t care what she is,” he remarked. “She’s my new fucking hero.” He brushed against her clit, causing Maggie’s hips to jump off the bed. “I think your clits just fine,” he said, with a chuckle.

“Shove it,” she mumbled.

Ignoring her, he bent down licking her from top to bottom.

“Mmm,” she moaned in pleasure.

Her taste erupted against his tongue. How in the hell did she taste like fucking honey? That’s not possible. He’d tasted many women in his day, and not one of them tasted anything even close to this. Something snapped inside of him. He pulled away. “Next time will be better, I promise, but right now I have to have you.”

Next time?

There wasn’t going to be a next time. No friggin’ way. Maggie was about to inform him of that when he jumped from between her legs and disrobed faster than she’d ever thought possible. When he pushed his pants down, her eyes widened. Holy Crapolie!

He was huge. How the hell had she missed that the day she walked in on him. Hell, how had she missed that ever? There were tons of movies he had to wear tight pants in. She watched as his arousal bounced from his movements. The head already glistening with need. Oh god, he was so thick, how the hell was he even going to fit? Nope, not gonna happen.

She watched him reach into his pants and pull out a condom. After rolling it on, he crawled back onto the bed with a purpose. “I promise next time it’ll be better. I just have to be inside of you right now.”

With that, he spread her legs and in one swift movement plunged into her. At first, she wanted to cringe. She’d never felt fuller in her life.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled. He leaned over her body, bringing his lips to hers. “You’ll stretch, give it a second.”

She nodded not trusting her words.

“God, baby, you’re fuckin’ perfect.”

She wasn’t, but this was not the time to argue.

She felt his body shake as he ever so slowly pulled himself out of her. He was almost out completely before he charged back inside of her. “Oh god,” she moaned. He started moving faster. When he hit that special spot inside of her, she let out a yell.

“That’s it, that’s your spot,” he said. He started moving faster, hitting her spot with every thrust.

“I’m gonna… oh shit… oh god…”

He reached between them pinching her clit. The sensation caused stars to explode behind her eyelids. Her whole body started to quake. “Trevor!”

He thrust faster and harder inside of her. “Yes, baby, yes!” he hollered as he pushed one more time before stilling.

After emptying himself, Trevor collapsed on to his side next to her on the bed. Rolling away from her she saw him dispose of the condom. When he was done he rolled back onto his side, moving to kiss her neck.

Maggie blinked.

What in the fuck did she just do?

Trevor moaned as he leaned into her. She could feel his erection rubbing against her hip.

How was he still hard? Fuck, she still couldn’t breathe right yet, how was he ready for round two?

Round two?

She internally groaned. There should have never even been a round one.

What the hell am I doing? She moved away from him. Her body instantly protested, clearly feeling the loss of him. She placed one of her hands on her chest trying to control her erratic heartbeat. This was Trevor McCain, the bane of her existence. This should not have happened. It was a hard and fast rule written in the, “Don’t Do Anything Stupid” book.

Struggling to catch her breath, she looked over at Trevor. She’d never seen him like this before. His face was hard, but not in the “I hate you” way it normally was. No, this was the, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk for a week” way. She wanted to slap herself when a shiver ran through her body.

No, bad, Mags. Bad! She scolded herself.

“What the fuck!” Trevor hollered as he jumped. Maggie afraid of what was going on she quickly turned to face him.

“What the fuck is wrong with that thing?”

That’s when Maggie looked at the end of the bed. Pocket decided to grace them with his presence. And, from the way he was staring at Trevor’s feet, she could only surmise that Pocket decided Trevor’s toes were the enemy and he needed to save them all from them.

“Pocket!” she scolded, but secretly she gave the cat a mental high five. Not only did he attack Trevor, he also defused what could have been a very awkward situation.

“What the hell is it doing?” Trevor asked staring at her cat like it was from a different planet.

“He’s saving me,” she replied.

“Holy fuck. Stop staring at my dick like that,” he growled trying to push the cat off the bed with his foot. If she was being honest, Pocket did look like his dick was the next anti-Christ and he was sent to kill it.

Trevor pushed Pocket with his foot again. That’s exactly what Pocket wanted to happen. He pounced on Trevor’s foot, kicking and biting the only way Pocket knew how.

“That’s it!” Trevor said. He jumped and grabbed Pocket. “I swear to god you’re some kind of fucking alien creature.” He moved to her bedroom door. Pocket now attacking his hands and arms, like he was vanquishing a demon.

Stifling her laugh, she watched as Trevor carefully - well as carefully as he could- put Pocket out of the room closing the door so he couldn’t come back in.

When Trevor turned to face her, his expression nearly knocked the wind out of her. Pure lust was staring back at her. Even after her cat tried to exorcise the demon out of him.

“Maggie,” he said, taking a step closer to her.

“Trevor, stay right there,” she warned. She pulled the cover over her body as the gravity of the situation started to sink in. Holy shit!

To his credit, he stopped. A pang of disappointment ran through her. She wanted him to stop. Well, at least she thought she did.

“I want you again,” he remarked, his eyes showing her everything he wanted.

She looked at him dumbfounded. “Umm?”

“No,” he growled. “I need you.” He took one step closer to her. “You’re a fucking pain in my ass,” he said. “You’re loud, blunt, annoying, but all I want to do is to fuck you from here until next week. I want to feel your curves around me. Listen as you scream my name.”

“Nope. You’ve lost your mind and you’re delusional,” she countered.

He moved his hand to his crotch, pumping it up and down a few times. “Do you think this lies?” he asked.

She didn’t quite know how to respond. She watched as he pumped himself. If she wasn’t already laying on the bed, her knees would have given out.

This was wrong.

Here was Trevor McCain, the Trevor McCain, standing in front of her, wanting her, no needing her as he liked to put it. This was the man that got his jollies off by messing with her life, humiliating her in front of everyone. The same man, that not only an hour ago told her she was screwing some guy on the dance floor.

Fuck!!

What the hell had she just done?