Page 82 of The Locksmith's Promise

Laying my cheek against his back, I reached around and opened his pants before diving under the waistband of his boxers and taking his thick length in hand.

“Maggie,” he called hoarsely, dragging his hips back to escape my eager fingers as he circled my wrist. Huffing out a soft laugh, he turned around and pushed his pants and boxers to the floor. “You’re going to ruin me before I even get inside you.”

A satisfied smile spread across my face.

Running his palm up the inside of my thigh, he said, “These are sexy, and they can stay, but my socks have to go.”

I laughed, reaching for him as he tore them from his feet and tumbled me onto the bed, moving down my body until his wide shoulders wedged between my thighs.

More than primed, the first touch of his tongue had me arching off the bed as fire raced along my nerve endings.

Crossing his forearm over my hips, he held me down and dipped his head, spearing me with his tongue before dragging it up to circle my clit. Alternating his strokes, he lapped up everything my body offered, coiling my pleasure tighter and tighter until it snapped.

His hands shot under me to cup my ass and lift my pussy to his face.

High heels digging into the mattress, I cried out his name and came in a flood of ecstasy.

Kneading my ass, he gently licked me through the aftershocks until my body quieted, and he made his way back up to my mouth, taking it fiercely before settling his hips into the cradle of my thighs.

Holding himself above me, his arms shaking, he panted, “Maggie, this first time is going to be quick, but I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“Take what you need, baby.”

“Do I need a condom?”

“You do if you don’t want a baby,” I quipped.

He dropped his forehead to my shoulder, rolled his hips, and growled, “Don’t fucking tempt me, Maggie.”

My courage ran out. “Get a condom, Bax,” I urged. “Quick.”

Rolling off the bed, he opened his wallet and made short work of covering his cock before crawling back up between my thighs.

Spreading me wide with his knees, he notched the swollen head at my entrance. Eyes meeting mine, he asked softly, “Ready?”

He hovered over me, his large body a sensual shadow. I ran my hand over his back to cup his ass and prod him forward. “I’ve been waiting forever.”

Eyebrows drawn tight, muscle leaping in his jaw, he rolled his hips.

“Tight,” he hissed, his face contorting with effort.

I gasped at the feeling of fullness, utter peace washing over me as I ordered, “Keep going.”

Inch by inch, he slowly made his way inside me, not stopping until his pelvis rested flush against mine.

Hands in my hair, body shaking, he pressed and rolled his forehead against mine. “Maggie, Maggie, Maggie.”

Opening his eyes, he stared into mine. “I can’t hold on.”

“Don’t,” I urged, running my hands up and down his back to his ass. Pressing my nails into his flesh, I wrapped my leg around him and carefully dragged the high heel of my shoe up his leg.

“Aw, fuck,” he groaned, pulling back and fucking me deeply, eyes closed, lips pressed into a thin line as he fought for control.

I rolled my hips and clenched around him.

Groaning, he pushed up on his hands and thrust into me. Zero finesse, all power, grunting roughly as his cock swelled inside me.

Curling up, I wrapped my lips around his nipple.

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