Page 63 of Panther's Magpie
“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy it is, waking up with your pussy squeezing my cock like a fucking vise?”
“You like it?”
“Fucking love it.” His hand snakes down, and he starts to rub my clit.
“Panther,” I moan.
He tsks. “Say my name. I want to hear you moan my name.”
“Calloway.”
“Good girl. Whose pussy is this?” he murmurs, making my pussy flutter.
“Yours.”
“Say it again,” he demands.
“Yours! My pussy is yours.”
“That’s right, Magpie. Mine. All fucking mine. Now get there.”
He buries his face in my neck and groans. I bite back my whimper as my eyes roll back into my head.
Fuck me.
I was so close to coming while just lying next to him.
I would do some shady shit to make that fantasy come true. Would he really like it if I initiated sex before he was awake? Would I like it if he did it to me? I’ve honestly never thought about it before right now.
Not that it’s ever going to happen.
Right?
Right. This is completely one-sided. A fantasy. Nothing less, nothing more.
“Good morning, Magpie,” he rasps against my skin.
“Morning,” I say breathlessly.
“How did you sleep?”
I try to clear my throat. “Better than I have in a long time. Thank you.”
“You have nothing to thank me for.”
His hand flexes across my stomach, but he doesn’t pull away, which makes me even hotter.
He’s not even trying to hide the fact that I make him hard. Yeah, I’m sure part of the reason is because of morning wood, but if that was the only reason, I’m sure he would have pulled away by now.
“You with me?” he asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“Sorry, what did you say?”
He pulls away slightly, and I instantly miss his warmth.
“Roll over.”
Without giving it a second thought, I do as he asks.
