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She kept stroking me, slowing a bit as she twisted one hand around the head of my cock, tugging at the base of my shaft with the other… and her gray eyes suddenly metmine.

And I blew like a fuckingvolcano.

Earthquake, the world splitting open… hot lavaeverywhere.

I smashed my face to hers and somehow I got her mouth. My lips pressed to hers, so fucking soft… I panted against her skin as the spasms tore through me… totally wrecking me. In seconds, I was fuckingshattered.

Orgasms with Maggie always left me inpieces.

Her pussy. Her mouth. Herhand.

Didn’tmatter.

It was all her.Shewreckedme.

And Maggie knew how to milkit…

She kept stroking me, kept squeezing the hell out of me until she’d wrung out every last drop, every lastshiver.

Then she letgo.

I fuckingcollapsed.

She sat there on her knees, kind of panting and staring down at me, one leg tossed over mine. Her gray eyes were shining as she blinked atme.

She’d felt thatone.

She’d felt…something.

But she said nothing as she reached for my shirt and used it to wipe my come off her hand. Then she got up and pulled her clothes backon.

Fuck.

She was stillmad.

Madder,probably.

And as usual, nothing I could say would make it better. If history was any indication, would probably just make itworse.

I just lay here, fucking destroyed. I was sticky, covered in come. Couldn’t even feel my feet, much less find a coherent thought in mybrain.

“Maggie…”

“See?” she said, slipping on her boots. “You always get what you want.” She didn’t look happy about it as she smoothed her hair. She looked neat and composed like she always did, but her lips were dark andswollen.

“If that was true,” I said, stuffing my dick away, “you’d bestaying.”

Her face softened a bit, but she didn’t sayanything.

She didn’tstay.

I watched her walk out as my heart pounded, my entire body still thudding from hertouch.

Chapter Five

Maggie

Iwinceda little in the morning sunlight as Talia and I walked through the lot, headed for the Lady Bus. I was hungover again, and this time I couldn’t even blameZane.