Her gaze flickers elsewhere, not returning.
“Tell me, come on.”
“You behind me, please.”
“You want me to fuck this sweet pussy from behind, tangle my fist in your hair, baby?”
“God, yes,” she rasps.
I lift her from my lap and wait for her to turn away from me before I tug her hips back, until her knees are at the edge of the bed. On my good leg, I stand, the other awkwardly resting against the side of the bed.
Maggie looks over her shoulder, sweeping her hair to one side.
This right here is my new favorite view. Her curves, her spine traveling down to her ass. She widens her knees as her green eyes burn into mine, and I nudge her soaked entrance with my cock.
The small gesture has her hands hunting for me.
I close in behind her and her arms swing up over her head, sending her hands into my hair. Grip tight on her hips, I thrust up.
Her lips part on an automatic O, the syllable huffing out.
Christ, she feels even better this way.
As promised, I release one hip and wrap my hand around her hair, tugging her head back until I claim her mouth.
Every thrust comes harder and faster as the pleasure builds along with the need to fill this woman up with every last damn drop of cum I have for her. She whimpers in my mouth, one hand lacing through my hand in her hair before shifting it to her throat.
I squeeze lightly, and her tight channel flutters around my cock.
Fucking heaven.
Her next little mewl is softer, and I feel the sound against the palm of my hand.
With a little more pressure, she clamps down around me.
I pump in, losing all rhythm as we head for the precipice together.
“Hadley, god. Fuck . . .”
A moan tangles and slips, and then she’s milking my cock.
Balls tightening, I slam into her, releasing my grip on her throat with the lack of focus. Hot ropes of cum spill into her as I growl through the most intense orgasm ever.
Spent, I drop my face onto her shoulder.
“Fucking hell, Sunshine.”
She’s reaching for me a beat later. I slip out and she spins on the bed, climbing me like a damn tree. Her face buried in my neck, I dot kisses over her temple, cheek, and neck. Any place I can reach to worship this incredible woman.
I hobble my way to the bathroom with her firmly wrapped around me. Setting her down briefly, I get us cleaned up.
Worth every second of the ache that’s now blooming in my knee.
As if realizing that exact fact, Maggie glances to it. “Oh no. Hads, you should have made me walk.”
“Never.”
I haul her into my arms and bury my face in her hair. This is right where I plan on staying for the next two and a half days.
