Page 134 of Bridesmaid for Hire
Her head dips forward as a beautiful moan leaves her lips.
“You like that, baby?” I ask and she nods.
So I do it again.
And again.
And again.
Until she’s practically shuddering under my touch.
And with each touch, every repeat, she offers me the same response, but each one grows more and more feverish until her breathing is unstable.
“You close?” I ask.
“So…close,” she says.
Needing more, needing that control when she comes, I flip her to her back and hover over her. Still connected, I thread her leg over my shoulder and hold her hips in place as I start pumping into her.
“Jesus, you’re so tight,” I say, my teeth pulling on my lip. “So goddamn good.”
Her hand trails over my pecs, across my nipples, and down my abs. It gives me that last push that I need as my balls tighten.
Shit, that was quicker than I wanted it to be.
“Babe, I—”
“Me…too,” she says right before her body stiffens and then shudders, convulsing around my cock. The feel of her pussy squeezing my length has the corners of the room turning black as my cock swells and I come, my orgasm ripping through me at such a catastrophic speed that there’s nothing but her pussy, squeezing me over and over again, until she finally starts to slow down.
As for me, I’m gone. Completely depleted as I slow my hips and then drop down on top of her where I cup her face and softly kiss her, parting her lips with my tongue. Her passionate kisses meet mine, but unlike a few moments ago, they’re languid, not rushed. We’re just enjoying each other.
She sighs into me, and I lift up to look her in the eyes. Still inside of her, I repeat, “I promise I won’t hurt you, Maggie.”
“I believe you,” she says as she cups the back of my head and kisses me again.
“Come here,” I say as I tug on Maggie’s hand, bringing her down onto the bed. She just finished getting ready for the night and when she tried to put on pajamas, I told her they were not allowed. She just smiled and started strutting around the bed until I tugged her into me.
She chuckles as I roll her to her back and prop myself up on my elbow so I can look her in the eyes. I brush her hair out of her face. “Did I do anything stupid today that I need to worry about tomorrow?”
“Well…” She wets her lips. “You slept with your best friend’s sister and I’m pretty sure you’re going to have to worry about telling said best friend about it.”
“That wasn’t stupid, that was smart.” I play with her already hard nipple.
She sighs and smirks up at me. “Very smart.”
I circle her nipple slowly. “What about with the Hoppers? Things are a little fuzzy up until I woke up on the boat.”
“Well, nothing that Hardy won’t laugh about later. But nothing in front of Reginald that I know of. He seemed madder that you scared his fish away than anything.”
“He should have been worried about neutering me.”
Her hand slides between us and she cups me gently. “That would have been very upsetting for me.”
“Careful,” I say with a raised brow.
“I could say the same thing about you and that wandering finger.”
“This one?” I ask as I swipe over her nipple, causing her chest to rise.
