Page 48 of Maggie

“Do you want to come?” he murmured against her ear. He pulled her earlobe into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue.

“Please. Wylder. Please,” she gasped. Pleasure filled all her senses and she was desperate for release.

He tugged her earlobe with his teeth. “I love it when you beg,” he said. He kissed her neck. “Don’t move.”

She whimpered when he slipped his fingers out of her.

“Don’t move,” he repeated.

She heard the bedside table’s drawer, followed by the crinkle of foil. Wylder shifted his hips away from her as he put on the condom then shifted back. His fingers went to her clit again and teased.

“I’m so hard for you, beautiful. And you’re so wet for me.” He trailed his finger down her slit. “Do you want to come, beautiful?”

She moaned loudly. “Yes.”

“Good. I want you to come on my cock. Squeeze me tight. Milk me dry.”

She nodded. She wanted that, too.

His hips shifted down and his cock slid between her legs. He nudged at her entrance from behind. He pushed forward enough to insert his tip.

Maggie tried to press back to take more of him but he moved his hands to her hips and held her in place.

“Patience,” he murmured. He rocked his hips, teasing the tip in and out of her entrance and causing the most delicious friction. “Are you ready for this cock to fill you up?

“Please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely...”

Inch by slow inch, he slid into her until he bottomed out.

“Mmm. You feel like heaven,” he said. He kissed her shoulder.

Wylder began to thrust, slowly and leisurely.

Before long, Wylder reached over her and stroked her clit. His touch sent her over the edge. Her pressure built fast and she came quickly with a cry of relief. Her pussy clenched hard around his cock,

Wylder made an appreciative noise and kissed the nape of her neck. He removed his hand from her clit but kept steadily sliding into her.

“Enjoy the high, beautiful. Ride it out. Then we’ll go for orgasm number two,” he said.

They spent all night together, making love and pleasing each other until morning arrived and they had to sleep so they could drive the three hours to New York City later.

* * *

“Wylder!” Jade screeched and threw her arms around him in a hug as he and Maggie walked into the studio’s backstage dressing room. The other band members were scattered around the room. “How are you?”

“I’m good. How are you?” Wylder gestured around the dressing room. “This is impressive. Congratulations.”

“I’m great. This is so exciting. I never expected to be on The Rock Hour. Anyway, I’m so glad to see you again. My tattoo still looks great.” She turned and pulled down her sleeve to show him the back of her shoulder. She pushed her rainbow hair out of the way. The tattooed lines still looked fresh and dark.

“It does look great. Good job taking care of it.”

Jade turned to face him again and beamed at him. Her fiancé Ryker’s face appeared over her shoulder. The former Navy SEAL’s short, dark hair was neatly combed, and a tattoo poked out from the neck of his snug security shirt.

Ryker tipped his chin at Wylder and wrapped an arm around Jade, and leaned forward to extend his hand. “Hey, man. I’m Ryker. Jade’s fiancé and head of security for the band.”

Wylder shook his hand. “Wylder. Maggie’s boyfriend.”

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