Page 31 of Deserving Maisy
“You want to come?” he asked as he fucked her.
“Yessssss,” she hissed.
“Then touch yourself. Get yourself off while I take what’s mine,” Jack demanded.
Her hand immediately moved between them. She didn’t have a lot of room to maneuver but didn’t seem to care. Her fingers brushed against his belly every time he bottomed out inside her, and it was sexy as hell. He felt her frantically fingering her clit, and it only heightened his pleasure.
Gritting his teeth, Jack barely held onto his control. He wanted her to come before he let himself go. Needed that. She came first, always. It wasn’t a feeling that felt familiar, but it did feel right. Maisy was his everything. He’d do whatever it took to see to her needs. No matter what they were.
The moment he felt her pussy fluttering around his dick, he pulled her hand out from between them and lifted her legs over his shoulders. Then he leaned down until they were face-to-face. She was almost bent in half, completely open to him.
Her ass shook as she continued to orgasm and Jack’s hips pistoned up and down as he took her. It didn’t take long for his own pleasure to overwhelm him, and when he finally let loose, he shoved himself as far as he could inside her and groaned.
His orgasm almost hurt. Every time with her felt like the first time. He still hated that he had no idea what their sex life was like before his accident, but he was convinced it couldn’t have been anywhere near as good as it was now. If it was, there was no way he would’ve forgotten. The feeling of being torn inside out every time he was deep inside her body wasn’t anything he’d experienced before. He’d bet his life on it.
This time, instead of rolling over so Maisy was on top of him, Jack lowered her legs and braced himself over her on one elbow while leaning over to the nightstand. He was careful not to let his dick slip out of its warm, wet home. Every time he came, he expected to lose his erection, but he always stayed half hard, as if his cock had a mind of its own and was determined to stay in Maisy’s hot pussy.
“Jack?” she questioned when he moved back over her.
“Yeah?”
“Not that I’m complaining, because I love being under you, surrounded by you like this. But…what’s up?”
“That surprise I mentioned downstairs?” He held a small box up between them.
Maisy’s small gasp made Jack smile.
“What is it?” she asked, making no move to reach for it.
“Why don’t you open it and see?” he suggested.
Reluctantly, she reached for the box. She looked up at him, then slowly opened the lid.
“I noticed you don’t wear a ring, and I don’t have one either. I guess it must have been destroyed in the fire. But I find that I want everyone we meet to know that you’re mine. And I want to show the world that I’m taken as well,” Jack said when Maisy didn’t reach for the rings nestled in the box between them.
“They aren’t fancy, but you don’t seem like the kind of woman who would like a huge, gaudy ring.” Jack began to get nervous as Maisy simply stared at the set of wedding rings in the box. “If you don’t like them, I can take them back and get something else.”
“No!” she exclaimed suddenly. “I love them. I just…Jack.”
There was sorrow in her words that Jack didn’t understand. He thought she’d be thrilled with his gift. He’d noticed that neither of them wore rings and it hadn’t sat well with him. But now he second-guessed his surprise. Maybe they’d agreed before not to wear them for some reason.
He watched as she pulled out the three rings. She lifted her left hand and went to put the band on her finger, but Jack stopped her. It was a little awkward balancing on his elbow above her as he reached for her hand, but he wouldn’t miss this moment for the world. “Let me?” he asked.
Maisy nodded and gave him a small smile.
She held her hand out for him, and Jack slid the thingold band down her ring finger. Then he slowly added the band of diamonds he’d thought fit her personality perfectly. Seeing his rings on her finger made his heart beat faster, and his cock harden deep inside her.
She gasped and licked her lips sensually. Then she held up the ring he’d bought for himself.
Moving his weight to his right side, Jack held his hand out for her. The feel of her sliding the ring down his finger was like coming home. “You’re mine,” he breathed.
“And you’re mine,” she replied.
“Damn straight.”
A knock on the door startled them both, and Jack turned his head and frowned at the door.
“Maise? We have that appointment with the banker in the morning. Don’t oversleep!”
