Page 44 of Mafia Christmas Vows

“Maggie,” I moan. “That’s so good. You’re so fucking sexy.”

“Good,” she whispers.

Good.

I growl. I want her to be good. I want this to be good. The teasing is killing me; however, it’s time to move this along. “Be a good girl, and suck me.”

Maggie obeys.

Her quick compliance is so fucking sexy. I watch her cheeks hollow as she takes me into her mouth, the strain clear on her face.

“You’re doing so well, Maggie,” I croon, one of my hands coming to pet her hair. “You take me so well. Go slow, darling. Take what you can.”

Some kind of determination glints in her eyes, and she takes me deeper.

Fuck.

“I’m going to move, Maggie,” I whisper. The urge to pump myself into her throat is too strong. “If it’s too much, just lean back, okay?”

Her eyes look up at me, and the image of Maggie, her lips spread wide around my cock, a smear of white icing on her cheek, will be burned into my mind forever.

Slowly, gently, I pump my hips into her. I move back and forth, the motion slow and deliberate. I’m careful to not give her more than she can handle, but she surprises me by taking more and more with each thrust.

Finally, the orgasm builds at the edges of my spine. I grunt, pulling out.

Maggie’s eyes widen. “Did I do it wrong?”

“No,” I grit as I hold myself. “I’m going to come, and I don’t…”

“I want to,” she whispers.

I blink.

With delicacy, Maggie feeds me back into her mouth. I’m in awe. “Are you sure, Maggie?”

She nods.

Fuck.

I’m not going to last.

It takes only a few thrusts, and I can’t hold back.

“Maggie,” I pant. “I’m going to…”

She pulls me closer, and when I come, it is down her beautiful throat.

Maggie drinks me down, and when I finally pull from her sweet lips, I know that I’m never going to forget this.

More than that, I have a new mission.

I will win over my wife.

Because I will want this every day.

For the rest of my life.

MAGGIE

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