Fuck this.
I throw the sheet off and shift to my good knee, my other foot on the floor. Maggie rises on her knees on the mattress and looks up at me with those big green doe eyes.
Her chest is heaving with every stroke she makes over my cock.
Hands fisted in her hair, I guide my cock deeper into her mouth.
Tears well in her eyes.
“That’s it. Take it all. Fuck, look at you.”
Her eyes flutter shut, and her hand cups her breast. The little hum of pleasure she looses vibrates around my cock. If she keeps going, my cum is going to be sliding down her pretty throat.
I release my grip in her hair with one hand and slide it around her neck, tamping down the sweet little noises she’s making. The sensation dampens, and I slam into her mouth over and over. Her hand drops from her breast, finding her clit.
The last of my restraint tears away.
“You need to come all over my face. I need to see you fall apart.” I slide my cock from her mouth and she whimpers. “Remember how bossy I am, Sunshine?”
“I do.”
“Right. Sit on my face, beautiful.”
She huffs a strained noise.
Pulling the shirt from her body, I make quick work of her panties. I grab her wrists and lay back down, hauling her up above me until her knees straddle my head.
“Hadley . . .” she utters.
“Fuck, if I don’t taste you soon, I’m going to fucking implode. So sit down on my damn face already.”
Her hands curl around the old rustic headboard and she slowly lowers down. As soon as she’s in reach, I lift my head from the pillow and close my lips around her pretty little clit.
“Oh god,” she hums.
I growl out a satisfied sound.
That’s fuckin’ better.
Wanting everything she’s got, I run my tongue through her center.
My balls cinch with the taste of her. She’s soaked, so damn wet for me.
“Sunshine, fuck . . . you’re dripping for me, woman.”
“You seem to have that effect on me, cowboy.”
I chuckle against her pussy. She whimpers, rocking a little over my mouth.
She liked that.
“Tell me something funny,” I rasp.
“Funny?” Her gaze looks down, confused.
“Make me laugh, Sunshine. You like it.”
“Oh . . . um . . . What did the baby corn say to the mama corn? Where’s popcorn?”
