“Do it again and I’ll spank you. If I want a piercing, I’ll have a professional do it.”
Maggie bit back a relieved grin. “Okay.” She ran her tongue down the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft before taking him into her mouth again.
He used his fingers and mouth, each flick and lick of his tongue like a strong intoxicant. Intense bursts of heat swirled through her, and she found it hard to focus under his delicious assault. Her thighs clamped together around his head, and all she could think of was the pleasure.
“Right, that does it,” Connor said. “I don’t feel safe with those teeth of yours.”
“Did I bite you?”
“I bet I have teeth marks,” he muttered, but his voice shimmered with humor.
Her heart beat faster. Did that mean he would spank her again? She hadn’t meant to bite him. She really hadn’t. But it wasn’t a bad result. It sort of made her want to misbehave whenever she was with him.
Grabbing her hips, he lifted and repositioned her so she faced him again. “Ride me,” he ordered.
“But don’t you want me to kiss it better?”
He snorted a laugh. “Minx. Consider yourself on a warning. One spanking sometime this week for endangering my manhood after I specifically told you to take care.”
“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir,” she said, even though her grin said the exact opposite. Maggie lifted and guided him to her entrance, sinking down until he filled her. “Does that feel better?”
“Much. I love the feel of your tight pussy squeezing my cock.”
“How does it feel?” she asked, falling into an easy rhythm. “Describe it for me.”
“Imagine sliding a sword into a scabbard. You feel snug like that but the heat is incredible. I want to go as deep as I can. The drag of the tip of my cock against your inner tissues feels good. My balls tighten and draw up and I start to feel like I will explode.”
“Do you feel like that now?” She moved a fraction faster, tightening her inner muscles in the way she’d already noticed drove him crazy.
“Yes,” he gritted out.
“Then come,” she said. “Don’t hold back.”
“But what about you?”
“I’m feeling fantastic, but this isn’t a competition you know. We don’t both have to come at the same time or in the same session.”
“You’re a treasure, Maggie Drummond.”
Maggie’s heart twisted, and she closed her eyes, pretending she wanted to enjoy this and concentrate when inside her heart was breaking. This was as close to heaven as she’d ever come. She loved him, and he thought she was a treasure.
Connor let out a hoarse shout, and she felt the splash of seed deep inside her. She ground down hard, and a shard of pleasure pierced her. Rhythmic pulses shot through her pussy, and she squeezed her eyes shut tight, throwing her head back as climax transported her.
Maggie Drummond was a treasure.
Maybe they could write that on her epitaph.
Maggie picked up the phone at her place with a smile at Connor.
“Back to normal,” he said, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
“Are you at there?” a harsh feminine voice demanded.
“Susan? What’s wrong?”
“I’ve been trying to get you since Saturday night. Where have you been?”
“I went to visit my father,” Maggie lied. “Problem?”
