“I did. It’s the truth and it’s all I’ve been able to think about since it happened.” I reach out and skim my fingers through her hair, lifting it off her neck. “Turn around, Maggie.”
She does as she’s told, which surprises me because I half expected her to tell me off for giving her orders. Her cheeks are rosy and her eyes are sparkling. “We said never again.”
“We lied,” I reply before I kiss her.
11
Tate
Just like the first time, half of me still expects to be slapped as soon as my lips touch hers, but once again it doesn’t happen. Instead, Maggie kisses me back sliding her tongue into my mouth without hesitation, thank God. I’ve spent every waking minute since the barn sex trying to convince myself that I am overreacting to the encounter with her. That the high levels of frustration and annoyance that Magnolia Todd causes me mixed with the crushing levels of stress I have been carrying since the farm started going tits up caused the sexual experience to feel like it was better than anything I’d ever experienced. But it’s not. It can’t be. Even now, just this kiss feels like the best thing in the world.
Her hands are already undoing my fly. I’m not having sex with her up against another wall. I want a bed this time I decide, and so I drop down a little and throw her over my shoulder. She squeals and slaps my ass. “What the hell, Tater Tot!”
Luckily, I know which bedroom is hers and once I reach it I hurl her onto the bed like a bale of hay. Another squeak escapes those pretty lips and she tries to sit up but I’m crawling on top of her before she can. My hand nudges her legs apart so I can settle between them, and as she snakes her hand into my hair to pull me into a kiss, my hand glides up the inside of her bare leg. Calf, knee, thigh… I keep going. She pushes her pelvis into my hand as I cup her through her underwear.
I allow one finger to snake under the elastic and find her drenched, just like last time. She sighs and arches her back but I pull my hand away and sit back on my knees, reaching behind me to pull my shirt over my head. I feel her hands go to my fly again. I try to push her back, but she’s got unreal strength for someone half my size and she stays put, managing to get my jeans and underwear down to my knees. “Maggie, I want…”
Those are the only three words I manage to say before I feel her lips against the tip of my cock and I lose the ability to speak. I think I was going to tell her that I want to take my time with her, and then I was going to push her back and kiss my way up under that little dress. But hey, this is good too.
Her hand wraps around my length and her head moves downward and suddenly her lips give way to the warm, wet heat of her mouth and tongue. If I was standing my knees would buckle, the feeling is that intense and that good.Sogood. She’s doing this thing with her tongue, swirling it every which way, like my dick is an ice cream cone in a heatwave and she’ll die if she lets one drop escape. Meanwhile, her plump lips make a tight suction and cause my gut to clench with pleasure every time they slide over the crown. My hands dive into that long, silky, copper hair and twist, tugging ever so slightly. Her hand clenches on my base and her tongue swirls faster and I’m about to go off like a firework on the Fourth of July. But the main event hasn’t even begun, so it would be an embarrassing waste, like a firework exploding on the third of July by mistake.
Using my hands tangled in her hair, I gently but firmly hold her still and sit back on my ankles, causing a soft, wet pop sound as my dick breaks free from her mouth. Then I guide her up to eye level.
“I wasn’t done,” Maggie says looking up at me through her lashes with that defiant look I know all too well.
I grab the hem of her dress and pull it over her head and throw it on the floor.
“Well it’s my turn,” I reply before taking her mouth in a wild kiss.
When I push her back onto the bed and lie over her again I ask, “Didn’t you learn to take turns growing up?”
But then I steal her answer by pushing my hand into her underwear again and taking away her ability to form words. Her mouth drops into the cutest little O shape, and her head falls back onto the pillow.
“You can make noise this time, Firecracker,” I whisper against her ear before biting her lobe. “No family to catch us.”
I kiss her neck and lean my body into hers, as my fingers slide in and out of her and I use the pad of my thumb to circle her clit. I stop only long enough to pull her underwear completely off and then replace my hand with my mouth.
From the first pass of my tongue, she becomes someone else. Gone is the Maggie Todd who bosses me around, fights for control, and pushes me away. This new Maggie Todd is submissive—her legs falling open as my tongue reaches her clit. And instead of pushing me away, she’s got her hands in my hair, pulling me closer. She can’t boss me around because she’s too busy moaning, which is a clear indication she’d have nothing to say anyway because I know exactly what I’m doing. I could get very used to this Maggie.
Her hands move down my back, fingernails scraping as she arches her back and then gifts me with a pant of my name. “Oh God… Tate…”
My cock swells at the sound and then the feel of her coming against my lips.
I kiss my way across her belly and up her body, pausing to give both her perky breasts some attention. As I move on to kiss her collarbone she manages to find her words. “Condom.”
I kiss her neck. “Back pocket.”
She rolls over and hangs an arm down to reach for my discarded jeans on the floor. She pulls out the condom and catches me smiling as she tears it open. “What?”
“I’m feeling victorious,” I tell her. “It’s such a turn on to watch the girl who lives to have the upper hand over me—and usually succeeds—let it all go because of my mouth.”
“It’s a really fantastic mouth when you’re not using it for speaking,” Maggie replies. Rolling toward me, she grabs my cock gently but firmly and I lie on my back and watch her roll the condom on. I’m holding my breath to keep from grunting at her touch.
I smile. She’s back to the snark so soon after her orgasm. I guess I’ll just have to give her another one. Once the condom is on, I flip her over so she’s on her stomach. I lean over her and kiss her shoulder. “Huh. You weren’t lying. Your ass isn’t freckled.”
I give it a gentle swat.
“You are a son of—” I grab her hips and pull her up to her knees before she can finish that insult.
