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But the more he tried to ignore his dick, the more it throbbed. He wanted her again. Needed her.
He refused to do anything while Maggie was sleeping.
He had no idea how long he lay there with his cock throbbing with the need to be inside Maggie once again, but the second she stirred against him, he moved.
He urged Maggie to her stomach, then grabbed a pillow and put it under her hips. He then crouched behind her and used his fingers to stimulate her.
“Shawn?” she asked sleepily.
“Can you take me again?” he asked, not recognizing his own voice.
In response, she lifted her hips.
“Lay still. I’ll do all the work,” he told her.
Seeing her displayed in front of him, her ass round and welcoming, her pussy still wet from all the come he’d pumped into her earlier, Preacher thanked the stars above for putting her in his life.
He scooted closer and pushed inside her pussy with one long, slow thrust.
They both groaned.
Knowing he needed to keep this slow and easy, Preacher made love to his woman with nothing but her pleasure in mind.
Before long, she was squirming under him. “Let me get to my knees.”
Preacher helped her, and he had to agree this position was even better. He eased a hand under her and found her clit and stroked it as he took her from behind.
“I like this,” he declared.
He felt Maggie chuckle. “Figures you’re a doggy-style man,” she said in time with his thrusts.
“I’m a Maggie man,” he corrected.
He’d meant to keep this lovemaking session gentle, but when Maggie began to thrust back against him, smacking her soft ass against his thighs, Preacher lost his iron control.
He held her hips still as he fucked her hard from behind. The sound of their skin slapping together just added to the carnality of the moment. And when he looked down and saw his cock disappearing in and out of her pussy, it made him all the more excited. Her tits swayed with his every thrust, and the moans leaving her throat told him all he needed to know about how much she was enjoying this.
Her orgasm approached fast, and she was shaking with its arrival much sooner than Preacher had expected. But her pleasure triggered his own. Without thinking about what he was doing, he pulled out and sprayed come all over her gorgeous ass. Before he was done, Preacher plunged back inside her pussy, finishing deep inside her once more.
Then his hands moved to massage her ass, spreading his seed all over her body. Marking her as his woman.
“Holy shit, Shawn,” she breathed.
He couldn’t agree more.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
By the time she and Shawn got up and showered and were making breakfast, it was almost noon. Maggie was sore, but in the best way possible. She would’ve never pegged Shawn as a sex fiend, but she couldn’t say she was upset about it. Not when he’d made sure she’d orgasmed every time before he did.
Every derogatory thing Roman had said about their sex life had been blown out of the water in one session with Shawn. The lackluster sex she’d had with her ex had nothing to do withher, obviously.
And now that they’d been intimate, Shawn couldn’t keep his hands off her. He touched the small of her back, ran his hand over her arm, brushed against her in the kitchen, and Maggie loved every second. This was what she’d always dreamed about in a relationship. This closeness. This desperate need to be around each other. Itwouldn’t always be this way, she knew that, but this was a hell of a good start.
She hadn’t expected to even get into a relationship with anyone ever again. Not after Roman’s unbelievable betrayal. But Shawn had taken her by surprise. His earnestness and openness had won her over. It wasn’t as if they were getting married tomorrow or anything, but she could definitely see herself in a long-term relationship with him.
“You didn’t sleep much, are you sure you’re okay?” she asked when they were sitting at the table eating the muffins and sausage casserole they’d made for brunch.
“You saying you want to go back to bed?” he asked with a grin.
