Feeling Maggie whimper under my tongue, the sound echoing in my ear, is pure liquid desire and heat being poured into my body. If I were a car, it’s a shot of nitro and my engine’s ready to tear up the pavement, but I hold back. I want more of those throaty sounds from her, want to make her moan and scream my name.

I know that we shouldn’t, not in the middle of this shitstorm. She’s going to regret this later, regret me and probably hate me. But I’m a fucking selfish man, and if she wants this now, wants me to make her forget everything else for a little while, I’m going to fucking make her forget it all.

It’s cheap medicine for reality, but it’ll work. The side effect is that I’m going to make it so that even after this is all done, she is mine, marked body and soul. Then again, I’m pretty sure that the reverse is true, that I’m going to be marked by her as well. A small price to pay for having an honest to God Angel.

I roll onto her, forcing her legs wide around my hips as I press my cock to her pussy and cage her in with my arms. I can feel the heat from her pussy, the thin cotton the only thing between us as I kiss her neck and tug at her ear with my teeth.

She reaches up, her little nails leaving pink lines where she scrapes my arms, tugging me toward her. I lower my body, covering her lips in a searing kiss that leaves us both panting. She looks at me, her eyes full of want and fear and pain and more.

Grabbing her hands, I push them to the bed above her head, her back arching beautifully to press her full tits toward me. “Angel, tell me to stop and God help me, I will. But if you’ll let me, I’ll make it all better, even if only for a minute. Let me make you forget.”

Her eyes are sparkly, the tears replaced with heat, lust, and need. Her voice is breathy, but I hear her clearly regardless. “Yes, Shane. Yes.”

That’s all I need to unleash the last of my personal restraints, knowing that I’m going to give her everything she wants. I kiss her again, fast and hard, my mouth claiming her perfect lips hungrily before I move along her neck, dipping down to her chest.

Her nipples are hard beneath her tank top, and I take advantage, taking one then the other into my mouth through the thin cotton to suck and bite at her. This poor shirt’s going to have to go in the trash. I’ve stretched it out so much, but that’s okay. I’ll tear the damn thing to rags if it makes her happy.

She gasps, arching into me once again. I release her hands, yanking the straps of her tank down her arms, freeing her tits to my hungry eyes before pinning both of her tiny hands with one of my larger ones.

“Fuck, Maggie,” I rasp, taking in the sight. I hadn’t seen them yesterday, only felt their soft weight in my hand as we dry-humped, but they’re perfect, soft and full and delicious looking. “Look at these pretty nipples, all pink like candy, making me want to eat you up.”

“Please, do . . . all you want,” Maggie says, and I remind myself again that maybe she knows, but she may not, just how intense her words are to me.

I lower my head to take her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around again and again to drive her wild before finally sucking her deep, swallowing and feasting on her succulent body.

She cries out, begging for more. I keep suckling her, back and forth between her right and left, as her hips buck beneath me, asking desperately for attention and rubbing along my hard cock.

But her moans are getting sharper, and I lift my head up to look into her unfocused eyes, challenging her. “Are you gonna come just from me sucking on your tits?”

She shakes her head, lifting her hips to grind against me. “More,” she begs, but now that I know how close she is, I want to see this up close. “Please.”

I lower myself down, but this time, I keep my eyes on her face as I swirl my tongue around her nipple and she picks up her head to watch me.

“You like watching me lick you?” I ask, teasing her nipple lightly. “A voyeur?”

Her eyebrows pull together, her eyes locked on my mouth. “Or maybe . . .” I murmur before I grab her nipple between my teeth, biting just hard enough to keep it in my mouth as I pull, blending a sharpness with the pleasure to see how rough she likes it.

“Ahhh!” she cries out as her head falls back. I know she’s on the edge, needing just a bit more to get there.

“Or maybe if I suck hard enough, the pleasure will shoot right down to your empty pussy, clenching on nothing and wanting my cock so damn bad that you can’t help but come. Let’s see.”

At the same time, I pinch her left nipple between my fingertips and suck her whole right areola and as much pale skin as I can into my mouth, drawing hard and deep. I grind against her soaked pussy, thrusting my hard cock to slide over her clit through her panties, pushing her over.

Maggie bucks wildly, crying out as her orgasm washes through her, and I have an up-close view of her face as the bliss overtakes her.

It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Her fingers clench on my arms before going totally straight, her body shaking uncontrollably like a guitar string. She’s still shuddering, her eyes closed as I release her hands, moving down her body. I pull the tank over her hips and off, tossing it to the floor before focusing on the soaked mess of her panties.

I trace a light touch through the moisture, pleased that it’s because of me, that I did that to her. “God, I’m hungry for your taste again. So sweet, and so dirty for me. Lift your ass for me, Angel.”

The meaning of my words hits her hard, and she stops, fresh heat in her eyes as she lifts her ass just like I commanded. I pull her panties down and off too, my cock surging so hard I nearly come just from the evidence of her first orgasm and the anticipation of what I’m going to get when I lick every drop of it until she coats my mouth with her second.

I press her thighs open wide, hovering so she feels my breath, and look up at her, my voice a throaty growl of need. “Tell me, Angel. Tell me what you want.”

She squirms beneath me, wordlessly lifting her hips toward me. I shake my head, pinning her hips with my hands, and blow a hot, open-mouth breath across her lips, knowing she’s watching me tease her. “Say it.”

“Lick me, Shane,” Maggie says, spreading her knees out wider and mewling her need. “Please.”

I raise an eyebrow at her, moving toward her inner thigh, right on the crease of her center, and licking a slow line with the flat of my tongue, watching as she jumps. “Here?” I ask before doing the same thing to the other side. “Or maybe here?”

She groans in frustration, and I have mercy, giving her the words. I trace her lips with the tip of my tongue before looking up again. “Tell me, ‘Lick my pussy, Shane’ or maybe, ‘Suck my clit.’ Tell me what you want, Angel. Unleash the dirty side of you, and I’ll give you everything.”

Her voice is stronger than I would’ve thought, need giving her power as she mimics my words, looking at me with a sexual energy that has me breathless. “Lick my pussy. Suck my clit, Shane. Make me come all over your mouth. Make me your Angel.”

Fuck me, hearing those dirty words come out of my sweet girl’s mouth is almost enough to make shoot my load into the bed I’m grinding against, but I manage to fight it off, needing to give all I have to her.

I growl, diving in and running a flat tongue from her entrance up to her clit, repeating it again and again as I watch her. I pay attention, stroking her pussy just the way she likes, switching when she needs it, and giving her everything she wants. She’s frozen, her body rigid, hands full of the bedsheet, and her mouth dropped open in an ‘O’ of pleasure as her tongue curls up in her mouth.

When I focus on her clit, I thrash my tongue across it, fast as a fluttering hummingbird’s wing, and she squeals, her voice high and tight, she’s so close again. “Oh, God. Shane, don’t stop! I’m coming.”

I pause just long enough to look up at her, demanding. “Give it to me, Angel. Come all over my mouth so I can drink down your sweetness.”

I press her hips down, not letting her move an inch and ravishing her clit with my tongue. It’s only seconds before she shatters, crying out above me as her body shudders, her pussy getting wetter with each spasm. I clamp my lips over hers, drinking her honey and swallowing every delicious drop. She’s heady, a liquor that I’ve never imagined before. It makes the world disappear, leaving me with just her while at the same time energizing me. My cock strains even more with every moan of satisfaction Maggie gives me as I sweep over her sensitive skin.

She collapses against the bed, spent as I pull away and sit up. I consider for a second that she might be done, not able to take more after coming twice so hard.

Instead, she inhales deeply, smiling and opening her eyes. She looks hazy, satisfied, but at the same time playful. Somehow, I’ve tapped into an inner well of sexual energy that maybe nobody’s ever seen, and here’s the innocent vixen that I’ve known she’s had inside her all this time.

Maggie sees the need on my face and sits up, kissing my lips tenderly. “Now it’s your turn . . .” she murmurs as she reaches for my boxer briefs, pulling them down to let my cock free.

“Oh, fuck, Angel,” I gasp as she wraps a soft hand around me. “See what you do to me?”

Maggie looks down, gasping softly and looking surprised at my size, like she hasn’t already sucked me off. “Oh, Shane,” she says breathily.

I help her lie back before drawing my head through her folds as I squeeze tight at the base my shaft, staving off the orgasm that’s already drawing too close. I rub the tip of my cock over her clit before pausing at the entrance to her pussy. “I’ll try to be gentle, Maggie. I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m on the fucking edge.”

“Don’t you dare,” Maggie says, grabbing my forearms. “I’m not that fragile, remember? You won’t break me.”

“I might,” I rasp. There’s more honesty in those words than I’d like to admit, but if she wants to take me, I can’t hold back. I drive into her with one thrust, balls-deep, and she cries out as I grab her thighs, pulling her hard to me. It takes all of my willpower to freeze, letting her adjust and trying not to come from the tight grasp she has on me. “Fuck, Maggie. You’re so damn tight.”

She smiles, her voice cracking as the pain and pleasure mix for her. “Or you’re just big. Really . . . big.”

“You okay?” I ask, giving her a few tiny thrusts, testing to see if she can relax a bit but bottoming out deep inside her.

She moans, biting her lip as her head drops back, and I can feel her pussy walls already quivering around me.

“Damn, Angel,” I half tease, my cock throbbing as she clenches me hard, her body massaging my cock even though I’m not moving. “Are you coming on my cock already?”

She nods, crying out as she begins to squirm on the bed, moving back and forth and fucking herself on my cock. I hold myself still, looming between her thighs, watching as she takes my cock, disappearing inside her and coming back out coated in her cream. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

Her energy gives out, the orgasm depleting her, and I take over. Rolling her legs up until I can wrap my hands under her arms, I grab her shoulders for leverage.

I pound into her, pulling and pushing her tiny body under mine and using her pussy to jack myself off as I bury my face in the curve of her neck.

Sucking the tender skin into my mouth, I mark her, needing proof that she’s mine, even if only for this moment. Maggie’s crying out, holding onto my neck as I drive her harder and harder, my hips slamming against her and shaking the whole bed.

“Shane! Please, come. I need you to come,” she begs. Her voice drops off. Her brain’s so overloaded that all she can do is moan wordlessly even as her pussy squeezes me even tighter.

Anything my Angel wants, I’ll give her. With a roar, I explode, my cock pumping jet after jet of hot cum deep inside her, triggering her once again, and her walls flutter, milking me. She cries, no words possible for either of us as we’re both destroyed and remade in the energy of this bonding.

We ride out the waves together, finally crashing to the bed spent. I lift up, not wanting to crush her small frame with my heavy ass, but she pulls me back down, snuggling beneath me.

I chuckle lightly, not wanting to move, not wanting to disturb my still semi-hard cock inside her. “You sure I’m not smothering you? Can you even breathe?”

In response, she takes an audible breath and blows a weak raspberry against my neck. “Yes, I can breathe. It smells like you, manly and salty and sexy.”

I bury my face in her hair, feeling a wide smile overtake my face. “Well, you smell like cupcakes and sugar. Is that just you? Or do you buy special soap that makes me want to eat you all the time?”

I move to nibble at her earlobe and she giggles. “A lady has to keep some secrets to maintain an air of mystery.”

She says it lightly, teasing, but a beat later, even as we’re still connected as one, the reality of the secrets we are both keeping presses down heavily. We both pause, and I pull back to look at her face.

She lied to me about her name. She’s probably lying to me about why she’s working at Petals, and fuck knows, I’m lying about shit.

But for a moment, we escaped. Just the two of us . . . until reality crashed back in like it always does. We release each other, both of us needing a moment now, and I quietly roll off her to grab a washcloth from the bathroom. Running it under the warm water, I clean myself before coming back with another fresh cloth for Maggie.

I wipe her down, letting her know that while I’ve still got issues, there’s something that I don’t want to let go of between us. She watches me silently, her face promising me things I’m not ready to trust just yet, but I want to. When she’s all clean, I toss the rag toward the bathroom door before lying down. I feel like that rag, wrung out and used, and I imagine Maggie feels the same way.

“Come here, Angel.”

She scoots closer to my open arm, curling against my side like a kitten and placing her head on my chest as I hug her to me. We might be hiding things, but right now, we both need comfort. And I can give that to her. I’ll give her anything.

Her voice is a whisper, but there’s steel in it, her bravery shining through, even in the face of a problem she never imagined she’d face. “Shane? What are we going to do?”

I squeeze her tighter and kiss her temple softly. “Right now, we’re going to sleep. We’ll figure out the next step this afternoon.”

She sighs softly, and in moments, I feel her relax, drifting to sleep. I lie awake, though, mentally running through every scenario, every possible outcome, the risks of each making me tense.

We’re going to have to trust someone, but if we choose wrong, it’ll likely be the death of both of us.