Page 41 of Maggie

He pressed soft, sucking kisses to her neck. She moaned.

Wylder’s hand slid up the skin of her side and under the shirt he’d given her. He cupped her breast and his thumb brushed over her nipple.

He tore his lips from hers and looked her in the eyes, his own eyes clouded. “Tell me to stop.”

She panted, “I don’t want to stop. Why would I say that?”

He looked away. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship. If you don’t want this, I need you to tell me to stop. I will.”

She cupped his face in her hands and waited until he met her eyes. “I want this. It doesn’t have to mean anything we don’t want it to mean. We can be friends with benefits or whatever we want. But can we talk about this later?”

He nodded and kissed her again. He brushed his fingers across her nipple and she moaned against his lips. He sucked her lip into his mouth and tugged.

She rubbed her pelvis against his.

He groaned and broke the kiss.

“Let’s move this to my room,” he said. “I don’t have any protection out here.”

“Mmm okay.”

They climbed off the couch and but immediately their mouths found each other again. Slowly, one step at a time, they kissed all the way to his bedroom.

They pushed through the door and made it across the room to the bed. The only light in the room came from the bathroom, where the light had been left on.

Wylder stripped off her shirt, boxers, and panties. “Gorgeous,” he muttered against her lips before stripping his own clothes.

He moved a hand down and slid his fingers between her legs to find her soaked. He kissed her hard as he slipped his middle finger inside her and pumped hard.

She moaned against his mouth, ready for more.

Using his other hand, he pulled open the nightstand drawer to grab a condom. He slid his finger out of her and ran it up to her clit to press and circle a few times. She nipped at his lip.

He chuckled. He pulled his hand away from her clit. She whimpered at the loss. He used both hands to tear the wrapper and apply the condom.

Quickly, his lips found hers again. He pressed against her and moved her backward until her knees hit the mattress. He lowered her to the bed perpendicularly, her feet still on the floor.

He pressed kisses down her throat, her chest, and her stomach. He hit his knees at her feet and kissed her pubic bone. His thumbs spread her lower lips and delicately his tongue licked her moisture.

A loud moan pulled from her throat, which encouraged him. He lapped from her entrance to her clit and stroked his tongue around it until she was wild with desire.

“Please, please, I need more,” she begged.

Wylder stood. He knelt on the edge of the bed and pressed the front of his thighs to the back of hers. Her feet stuck over his shoulders, beside his head. “You want this cock?” he asked.

“I do. Fill me up with it.”

“Oh, I will. You’re going to feel every inch of me.”

“Please. As deep as you can go.”

He reached between them and trailed his finger around her clit. She tried to press her lower body closer to him.

He dipped his finger inside her and curled it, stroking her G-spot. She cried out in surprised pleasure and gripped the cover.

Wylder slipped in a second finger and continued to finger fuck her until she begged him for more. He slid his fingers out, lined his cock up with her entrance, and slid home. He paused a second and stroked her clit as he waited for her to adjust to his size then began to rock inside her.

Wylder fucked her like they’d never be together again, pounding her body with his and bringing relentless pleasure to them both. He hit places inside her she’d never realized she had that made her eyes cross. He spanked her, teased her, and talked dirty to her until he pushed her over the edge. She came loudly, her pussy clenching tightly around him, harder than she’d ever come before. He came right afterward, thrusting a few more times and his body shuddering into her with his release.

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