Maggie

I laid there, pressing my cheek to his chest. It felt incredible to be with him, just laying on him listening to his heart thunder as we caught our breath. Nothing about this moment felt out of place. I knew from the first time I saw him that we were meant to be together. It was nuts and I should be running, but I didn’t want to go anywhere he wasn’t.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and started to rub my back slowly as time slipped by. “Um…that feels really nice,” I moaned, snuggling closer into him not knowing how long we stayed like that.

“How are you feeling, Mags?” he questioned. I felt him looking at me. When I raised my head to see, he was staring with intent.

“I’m feeling great. A bit sore, but wonderful.”

My smile and sleepy eyes were all the proof he needed. “That’s good, babe. I want you to remember who you were screaming for with every step you take.”

“Speaking of taking steps, I should get going. I don’t want anyone getting any kind of ideas.”

“A bit late for that, sweetheart. These walls are paper thin. Everyone in town probably heard you coming.” I blushed at the thought of seeing some of the people in town and them nosy bitches who share everyone’s business sneering at me with their judgmental looks.

“Then I better get out of here before more people are hustling and bustling through town.”

“I like that little twang you got going on. It’s sexy,” he growled, swiftly picking me up and sitting me on his thighs just below his hard cock. I felt the stickiness between us that coated our privates and I wanted to feel him in me again.

“Put it in me, Maxwell,” I begged, grinding my hungry pussy along his thickness. He lifted my hips like I didn’t weigh a thing and staked me onto his pole. I grunted as he groaned. The fullness was more than I had expected and his cock was pressing against my cervix. In truth, it hurt more than it felt good, but I was craving, searching for that feeling he sent through me so many times. With his hands on my hips. He guided me up and down. My pussy got wetter every time I slid down his length and the ache transformed into need. I was so close in a matter of seconds, I wondered if this was normal. I’d never heard a woman getting more than one. I was working on number five or so in little over two hours.

I leaned forward with my hands splayed on his chest, using him to steady my movements as I took over. His eyes were focused on my tits that were pressed together. Even from my view they were sexy. Taking my hands off his chest, I rocked my hips and grabbed my breasts, tweaking my nipples. A low rumble escaped his throat. “That’s it, Mags. Take it. Take what you need because I’m close as fuck.”

He cupped my ass with his strong arms and started fucking me hard. I started to take control, but it wasn’t enough. I found myself pinned below him as he rutted into me. The dominating look in his eyes pushed me over the edge. As we came down, he rolled us to the side. My body fit perfectly against his. I snuggled into him as he wrapped his arms around me.

“Thank you, Mags. Let’s nap for a little while, but then I’ve got some important things to do,” he told me. I hated that we would spend more time apart.

“Oh yeah, and I have to go to work on the ranch,” I said, having almost forgot about that.

“No, you don’t work on that ranch anymore,” he hissed.

I turned around in his arms and started to argue my point. “I can’t leave them stranded. There’s ten hands to feed.”

He took my mouth, silencing me briefly. “I don’t care. Isn’t there anyone else eager?’

“There is, but I promised that I’d help her, and then I’ll find another job afterward.”

“You can do it today, but…” he gave me a wink. “The only job I want you to have is the one on your knees in front of me,” he growled. My body, despite the exhaustion and aching, liked the idea. I don’t know when or how but, suddenly, I was a pushover. I wanted him to claim me.

“You’re a dirty man, aren’t you?” My lips twisted to the side, rubbing the hair on his chest. He was so perfectly built. He had broad shoulders, large muscles, and a waist that tapered off before getting to the thick length between his strong legs. I moaned as I ogled his body as best as I could. His cock was pointing up in between us and I licked my lips. Taking it as a challenge, he kissed me hard. How was that possible? No wonder he made it that long in the sun, the man wasn’t human.

“I’m going to blame it on your Texas sun. It brought me to you. And Mags, you give me a thirst only you can quench.” He kissed me again, those lips softer than they looked, but powerful as they owned my mouth with his tongue pinning mine, dominating the kiss. We broke the kiss, needing air. It was time that I got ready to go or I would never leave.

I sighed and pulled back to get off the bed. He shook his head and tugged me tighter to him. “Relax, I don’t have a meeting for a couple of hours yet.”

We fell asleep like that and I never felt so cherished. When I woke up, it was to the sound of pounding on the door. “Mason,” my father roared. “You damn well better be in there alone or a ring better be on her finger.” My dad could be a bit old-fashioned. I never minded until now, but that was because I didn’t care for any boys in school. This man, I wanted to have it all with. I knew I was in love with him and I couldn’t wait to marry him.

“Give me a minute,” Maxwell grunted, sitting, then getting off the bed with me still wrapped up in his arms. He sat me on the small vanity in the bathroom while he ran the water for a shower.

I watched him grab a towel and wrap it around his waist before going to the door. I quietly listened against the bathroom door. “What do you want, Mr. Davidson?”

“Where’s my daughter?”

“Do you really want to know? Listen, we have a lot to discuss, but I promise that nothing has changed what we already talked about. She’s mine and I won’t ever give her back. I’ve already called my parents and they’re going to be here any day now for the wedding.”

“I’m leaving, but you better be ready to have another chat.”

“Before we continue this any further, I need to jump in the shower. I’ll stop by your place in two hours so we can do as planned. There’s something very important I need to do, first.” I heard the door close, so I rushed into the shower, hoping he didn’t notice I was spying on him.