GODDAMN! MAEGAN MIRACLE EXERTING HER power over me and making me squirm was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. The look in her eyes spoke volumes; she had me right where she wanted me and she planned to enjoy every second of my torture.
She took her time working my pants to midthigh before reaching for the waistband of my underwear. Maegan unwrapped me like a highly-anticipated present, slowly revealing the head of my dick then the long, thick shaft, which sprung forward proudly to greet her when she freed it from its prison. Maegan tucked my underwear beneath my sac and stared at me with wide eyes.
“Oh my.”
Look, I don’t mean to sound like an arrogant prick, but a man knows when he’s hung. I was huge everywhere so it only made sense that my dick was proportionate to my body. I worked several hours a week to maintain a hard physique, and I didn’t have to be narcissistic to know that I looked good. I didn’t need to be a psychic either to know that Maegan’s reaction was delight and not fear.
“I need you to touch me now, Freckles.”
Maegan tore her gaze away from my cock and looked into my eyes. Her wicked smile said that she heard the hint of desperation in my voice. Instead of reaching for my cock that bobbed between our bodies, she cupped my heavy sac in her hand and firmly massaged my balls. Maegan broke eye contact and pressed her mouth to my sternum then kissed a path along the swell of my pectoral muscle as she massaged and tugged on my boys. My fists flexed in her hair as I fought the urge to take control, but I held back. I couldn’t say why, but I almost felt like I was being tested, and failure wasn’t an option here. Instead of pushing Maegan’s head down toward my dick, or pulling her up toward my nipples, I let her start back in the center of my chest and repeat the same exploration on the other side while I breathed heavily through my nose like a horse who’d been rode hard.
Damn, I wanted to be rode hard and put away wet—so fucking wet. Be patient. Don’t rush her.
“You’re beautiful,” Maegan whispered reverently against my skin in between her tiny kisses that created huge sparks. “Flawless.”
I’d received my fair share of compliments from the ladies, but no one had ever called me beautiful. Maegan’s praise meant more to me than any I’d ever received; it made me want to beat my chest. Just when I thought I couldn’t take another second without her tongue on my heated flesh, she eased her tongue out between her lush lips, curled it upward, and teased my hard nipple. Around and around, she swirled her tongue around the pebbled flesh, moaning like my flesh was the best thing she’d ever tasted.
“You’re killing me, darlin’.”
“I haven’t even started yet, darlin’.”
I had a feeling I was going to love her brand of torture, but my hands were no longer willing to remain idle. I slid them down her sleek back and cupped her luscious ass in both hands and squeezed. It was hard to say what my favorite part of Maegan was—her tight ass, delectable pussy, or her bountiful tits. I was going to need many rounds of energetic sex before I could choose, and even then, it might prove to be too difficult of a task.
I teased the crack of her ass with my middle finger, pressing playfully against her furled hole with each pass. Maegan didn’t shy away from my boldness, she embraced it and stepped up her game too by reaching behind my balls to tease my taint. If she kept it up, I would splatter her tits with cum long before I wanted to.
As much as I loved the feel of her pink tongue rasping over my nipples, I was ready for her to wrap those lips around my cock. I scooted out of her grasp, stood up, and shucked my jeans, underwear, socks, and shoes. I wrapped my hand around my cock and began slow, steady strokes that threatened my sanity. I swiped my finger over my leaking slit, gathering my slick pre-cum then smeared it on her full bottom lip.
Maegan’s eyes widened in surprise, but her tongue darted out to capture the proof of my excitement from her lip. I brought my thumb up to her mouth and rubbed her wet lips before I slid the tip of my thumb into her mouth. “Suck me.”
Maegan’s chuckle vibrated against my thumb, but she wrapped her lips tightly around my digit and worked it in and out of her mouth. My eyes nearly rolled in the back of my head from anticipation of having her suck my dick into her mouth just like that. Maegan pulled off my thumb, curled her tongue around the tip, then sucked it back in again.
In her bright green eyes, I saw her challenge me to take what I wanted. “Lie on your bed, and I’ll give you just what you need.” I retrieved the condoms I tucked away in my wallet and tossed them on the bed.
She did as I commanded, spreading her legs and toying with her wet cunt in a way that made me insane to sink my dick inside her tight heat. Damn, I wanted to pound that pussy, but instead of suiting up and claiming that hot haven for my own, I straddled her chest and rubbed my seeping cock against her mouth.
Maegan’s tongue darted out to lick the slick trail I left behind. I continued to paint her lips with my spunk while she licked them like it was a tasty lip gloss she couldn’t help but devour the second she put it on.
“Open for me, Freckles.”
She smiled devilishly before she opened wide enough for me to ease my swollen head inside. Maegan wrapped her lips tightly around the crown and sucked, rubbing her tongue against that sensitive spot beneath the crown.
My entire body shook from restraining myself, fighting the natural urge to push my cock as far into her mouth as she could take. Burying my cock in her throat was the single most important thing in my life right then, but I wouldn’t sacrifice the trust I saw in her luminous eyes. So, I waited until her lips softened then eased my erection further inside her wet, hot mouth. Maegan’s tongue provided mind-blowing friction against the underside of my cock, making it nearly impossible to hold back when I wanted to rut until I came down her throat.
I rocked my hips forward and back, in and out, while Maegan sucked and moaned around my flesh like she couldn’t get enough of my cock. It took everything I had in me to pull out of her mouth, but there was so much I wanted to do to her before I busted a nut. I wasn’t some randy teenage boy who couldn’t control myself; I was the man who was going to give Maegan the lay of her life.
My cock glistened with her saliva when I withdrew it from her mouth. I scooted back a little further, took her glorious tits in my hands, and pushed them together. I thrust my cock between the large, firm mounds while circling her nipples with my thumbs.
“So fucking hot,” I said, watching the head of my dick disappear into her cleavage and pop out the top. My body shook hard with want and need. I felt my orgasm building inside me and there was no fucking way I was coming anywhere other than inside her pussy our first time together.
I released her perfect mounds to reach for a foil packet, making quick work of tearing it open with my teeth and rolling it onto my cock. Then I was between her legs with my swollen dick in my hands, rubbing and teasing her cunt instead of pushing hard inside her like I wanted.
I released my cock to part the lips of her pussy and tease her opening with my thumbs. “Fucking t-t-tease,” Maegan stammered between gritted teeth. “Fuck me, dammit!”
“So impatient, Freckles.”
“Fuck me, Elijah!”
I buried my cock in her pussy in one hard push. Maegan cried out in ecstasy and dug her fingernails in my ass, pulling me deeper inside her hot channel. I knew I wouldn’t last long and wanted to see her come apart beneath me with my dick inside her pussy. Making her scream my name took precedence over my own needs. I reared back and slammed inside her again and again. I didn’t have to worry about trying to read her signs, she made her desire known.
“Yes! Fuck me, Elijah!” She pulled my head down for a hot kiss, but ripped her mouth away so she could groan loudly. “Right there… Oh my God! I’ve never… Yes! Fuck, yes!”
Her pussy spasmed around my cock, and I couldn’t hold back another second. I pinned her hands above her head as white-heat burned me from head to toe and bolts of both pleasure and pain zapped my balls. I finally knew what it meant by something hurting so good.
“You feel so goddamned good,” I gruffly said as the pleasure built, pulling my body taut. And like with a rubber band, my body snapped when the pressure became too much. “Maegan!” I roared her name, rutting inside her and riding out my orgasm as I flooded the condom.
I collapsed on top of her but braced the bulk of my weight on my elbows. I loved the feel of her lush tits pushing into my chest as she labored to catch her breath. I reluctantly pulled my softening dick out of her tight heat, but I needed to dispose of the condom.
“There.” Maegan pointed to a trash can beside her nightstand. She lay sprawled across her bed wearing nothing but that pearl necklace and a satisfied smile. Seeing her looking so deliriously happy made me want to strut my stuff, but it would take a while before I had the strength in my legs to pull it off. She looked pretty damned pleased with herself too, as she should. “I’m going to be walking funny for a week after the orgasms you gave me last night and tonight.”
“How many?”
“A lady never tells.”
“There was nothing ladylike about you just now when you demanded I fuck you. So, Freckles, tell me. How many times did I make you come?” Finding out became my number-one mission and I wasn’t above playing dirty to get the answer.
“About every four hours throughout the night,” Maegan said. “I would come, fall asleep, dream of you, then wake up hot and sweaty with a throbbing clit that wouldn’t let me rest until I rubbed one out again. How about you? Did you jerk off last night while thinking about me?” So much fucking boldness, and not a drop of shame for the way she felt. She was pure perfection.
“Until I thought I would pull my skin off. Damn, Freckles, you wind me up.” A thought suddenly occurred to me. “Did you touch yourself after I left your shop?”
“No, but I wanted to.”
“Jesus, your honesty and the way you go after what you want is so damn sexy,” I told her, brushing the damp hair off her forehead.
“I don’t believe in lies and games.” Maegan ran her finger across my collarbone then below to the jagged scar on my left shoulder that I received in a bar fight during my wilder days. I could tell she wanted to know about it, but didn’t ask. Instead she raised her head and pressed a gentle kiss on the ugly, raised skin. “What you see is what you get with me, Elijah.”
“I like what I see.” It was true. There wasn’t anything about her that I didn’t like. Seeing the sexy tattoos she hid beneath her clothes intrigued me. The one on her thigh was my favorite because I pictured myself tracing every detail of the flowers and vines with my tongue before I licked and sucked a path to her delicious pussy. What stood out more to me in my post-coital bliss was how badly I wanted to get to know Maegan. What was her favorite music, food, and movies. Did she like sports? Did she prefer television or movies? Batman or Superman?
It had been a long time since I wanted to know something about a woman other than how good she was in bed. Normally, I showed up, we both came, and then I went home. I never repeated sex with the same woman. It was one and done; no exceptions. I wasn’t relationship material—not anymore. Maegan was different; she made me want to linger in her bed and… cuddle. Fuck!
“You’re starting to freak out. Why?”
“I am not,” I said, but it sounded pretty weak.
“Your body is tense, and I can hear you thinking,” Maegan countered. “You’re not worried that I’m going to start making demands on your time, are you? I’m not even sure I like you beyond your magnificent body and magic cock.”
“Magic cock,” I scoffed.
“Trust me, sexy. It was pure magic for me.” She tweaked my nipple. “Seriously, relax and don’t worry that you’ll find me waiting on your front porch for you to come home from work or start stalking you around town.”
“What do you want from me?” I asked after a few moments of awkward silence. I was almost afraid to hear the answer. I was going to be unhappy if she said she wanted nothing, but I wasn’t going to be happy if she said she wanted to date. The only thing I could offer her was sex, but Maegan didn’t strike me as fuck buddy material.
“Sex and pizza.”
“More sex?” I asked to clarify.
“If you do,” she said, sounding nervous for the first time that night.
Did I want repeat sex with Maegan? “Yes. Yes, I do.”
“Mmmmm. Soooo good, Elijah.” Maegan was as vocal about her love of food as she was about her love for my cock, which stirred when it couldn’t tell the difference between sex and food moans. “Damn, that hit the spot.” Oh, I planned to hit that spot again and again and again.
I set my beer on her coffee table and looked at Maegan. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun with rebellious strands escaping and framing her face. I would’ve thought it was artfully done had I not watched her do it in less than a minute. My flannel shirt looked so much better on her than it did me, especially when it was closed by the one button between her tits. She’d put on a pair of panties she called boy shorts. They looked like boxer briefs for women and they were my new favorite thing in the world for the way they snugly fit her ass and made her legs look even longer.
With any luck, I’d be peeling those bad boys off her legs and throwing them over my shoulder. The thought of underwear jarred a memory of me tearing hers off. “I owe you a set of bra and panties.”
“Don’t worry about it,” she said, waving her hand. “But I need to know if you plan to make a habit of it, so I can take advantage of the semi-annual sale next month and stock up.”
My breath froze in my throat. Next month was… next month. I knew where I would be living and working, but I had no idea if I would still be ripping underwear off Maegan. I wasn’t sure how to answer her, because I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. Sensing my internal struggle, Maegan reached over and covered my hand with hers.
“Forget I said that. I wasn’t trying to trap you into anything. It was just a casual observation. Okay?”
“Yeah,” I said, nodding. “I like you, Maegan, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then don’t.” She made it sound so simple, but nothing was easy when it came to human emotions. Maegan smiled sweetly at me. “I only ask that you’re honest with me. If I can’t handle the truth, then that’s on me. I can’t stand dishonesty or games. Be upfront and truthful, and I promise you that we won’t have any problems.”
“Yeah, I can handle that.” Only time would tell if that would work between us.
“Good.”
We fell silent when Maegan dug into her second slice of pizza, and I resumed drinking my beer. Even though we were virtually strangers, it was a comfortable silence rather than the awkward one you’d expect. I had no idea where the fuck this was going between us, but for the first time in a long time, I wanted to pull someone close instead of walking away without a backward glance.
It was scary shit.