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She wrapped her legs high around my hips as I fumbled to get a condom out of my jeans pocket and onto my dick. Then I yanked her panties aside, my cock lined up with her slipperypussy.
She wrapped her arms around my neck as I drove into her,slow.
I did her up against the wall with her body wrapped around mine. I loved how she had to cling to me, had to hold on so tight. I ground into her hard, going slow because I had to, pausing every time I needed to yank myself right back from theedge.
The urge to piston my hips and fucking explode into her was building fast, the pressureinescapable…
“Fuck, Maggie,” I told her as I fucked her, “you better fucking come, because I’m about to gooff…”
I was slamming her into the wall, grinding like hell into her clit as I sucked on her neck. She was breathing in choked gasps, her nails digging into the backs of my shoulders, her thighs squeezing mywaist.
“Don’t…” she gasped. “Don’t you dare give me ahickey…”
“Shit… give it up, Maggs,” Idemanded.
Her eyes met mine. She was biting her lip and bearing down on my dick so fuckingtight…
“Yeah,” I urged her, “give it tome…”
Then I started to blow, even though I didn’t want to just yet. I wasn’t even sure if she was with me… But then there she was, giving it right up—her back arching, her tits pressing into me, fucking screaming as the orgasm took herdown.
I pounded into her, sloppily, trying to make every last thrust count even as my legs quivered… fuck her through her orgasm so she felt every lasttwitch.
And I knew she felt it—all ofit.
Maggie was a screamer. I fucking loved that about her. That she was so damn prim and proper most of the time… yet I could get her to this place where she completely lost her mind. This tiny, horny beast in my arms, screaming and shaking and sweating forme.
Fuck.Yes.
When we’d both finished, I slumped against her, pinning her against the wall. I looked at her face. Her mouth was still open as she tried to catch herbreath.
She gazed up at me. She didn’t say anything. And this time, she didn’t even lookangry.
Thing was… she definitely didn’t look happy,either.
Chapter Seven
Maggie
Iwokeup in my San Francisco hotel room with sunlight streaming over myface.
And Zane in mybed.
I knew that was true even before I opened myeyes.
In the aftermath of my first couple of hangovers on this tour, I’d been avoiding alcohol. I’d had zero to drink last night. Meaning I was one-hundred-percent sober when I had sex with Zane up against my hotel room wall, and afterward, when he followed me into the shower and we did it up against that wall,too.
And when he followed me into bed, spooned me, put his hand between my legs and massaged me until I came again, then fell asleep. Still spooningme.
And I lethim.
I let him do itall.
Which meant that while I was completely sober, I was clearly losing mymind.
I was definitely questioning my sanity mere seconds after I’d woken up, as I felt his arm snaking around me, his hot, hard body pressing up against mine, his hand seeking out my happy zone again—and I lethim.
Again.
