She collapses against the bed, spent as I pull away and sit up. I consider for a second that she might be done, not able to take more after coming twice so hard.
Instead, she inhales deeply, smiling and opening her eyes. She looks hazy, satisfied, but at the same time playful. Somehow, I’ve tapped into an inner well of sexual energy that maybe nobody’s ever seen, and here’s the innocent vixen that I’ve known she’s had inside her all this time.
Maggie sees the need on my face and sits up, kissing my lips tenderly. “Now it’s your turn . . .” she murmurs as she reaches for my boxer briefs, pulling them down to let my cock free.
“Oh, fuck, Angel,” I gasp as she wraps a soft hand around me. “See what you do to me?”
Maggie looks down, gasping softly and looking surprised at my size, like she hasn’t already sucked me off. “Oh, Shane,” she says breathily.
I help her lie back before drawing my head through her folds as I squeeze tight at the base my shaft, staving off the orgasm that’s already drawing too close. I rub the tip of my cock over her clit before pausing at the entrance to her pussy. “I’ll try to be gentle, Maggie. I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m on the fucking edge.”
“Don’t you dare,” Maggie says, grabbing my forearms. “I’m not that fragile, remember? You won’t break me.”
“I might,” I rasp. There’s more honesty in those words than I’d like to admit, but if she wants to take me, I can’t hold back. I drive into her with one thrust, balls-deep, and she cries out as I grab her thighs, pulling her hard to me. It takes all of my willpower to freeze, letting her adjust and trying not to come from the tight grasp she has on me. “Fuck, Maggie. You’re so damn tight.”
She smiles, her voice cracking as the pain and pleasure mix for her. “Or you’re just big. Really . . . big.”
“You okay?” I ask, giving her a few tiny thrusts, testing to see if she can relax a bit but bottoming out deep inside her.
She moans, biting her lip as her head drops back, and I can feel her pussy walls already quivering around me.
“Damn, Angel,” I half tease, my cock throbbing as she clenches me hard, her body massaging my cock even though I’m not moving. “Are you coming on my cock already?”
She nods, crying out as she begins to squirm on the bed, moving back and forth and fucking herself on my cock. I hold myself still, looming between her thighs, watching as she takes my cock, disappearing inside her and coming back out coated in her cream. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Her energy gives out, the orgasm depleting her, and I take over. Rolling her legs up until I can wrap my hands under her arms, I grab her shoulders for leverage.
I pound into her, pulling and pushing her tiny body under mine and using her pussy to jack myself off as I bury my face in the curve of her neck.
Sucking the tender skin into my mouth, I mark her, needing proof that she’s mine, even if only for this moment. Maggie’s crying out, holding onto my neck as I drive her harder and harder, my hips slamming against her and shaking the whole bed.
“Shane! Please, come. I need you to come,” she begs. Her voice drops off. Her brain’s so overloaded that all she can do is moan wordlessly even as her pussy squeezes me even tighter.
Anything my Angel wants, I’ll give her. With a roar, I explode, my cock pumping jet after jet of hot cum deep inside her, triggering her once again, and her walls flutter, milking me. She cries, no words possible for either of us as we’re both destroyed and remade in the energy of this bonding.
We ride out the waves together, finally crashing to the bed spent. I lift up, not wanting to crush her small frame with my heavy ass, but she pulls me back down, snuggling beneath me.
I chuckle lightly, not wanting to move, not wanting to disturb my still semi-hard cock inside her. “You sure I’m not smothering you? Can you even breathe?”
In response, she takes an audible breath and blows a weak raspberry against my neck. “Yes, I can breathe. It smells like you, manly and salty and sexy.”
I bury my face in her hair, feeling a wide smile overtake my face. “Well, you smell like cupcakes and sugar. Is that just you? Or do you buy special soap that makes me want to eat you all the time?”
I move to nibble at her earlobe and she giggles. “A lady has to keep some secrets to maintain an air of mystery.”
She says it lightly, teasing, but a beat later, even as we’re still connected as one, the reality of the secrets we are both keeping presses down heavily. We both pause, and I pull back to look at her face.
She lied to me about her name. She’s probably lying to me about why she’s working at Petals, and fuck knows, I’m lying about shit.
But for a moment, we escaped. Just the two of us . . . until reality crashed back in like it always does. We release each other, both of us needing a moment now, and I quietly roll off her to grab a washcloth from the bathroom. Running it under the warm water, I clean myself before coming back with another fresh cloth for Maggie.
I wipe her down, letting her know that while I’ve still got issues, there’s something that I don’t want to let go of between us. She watches me silently, her face promising me things I’m not ready to trust just yet, but I want to. When she’s all clean, I toss the rag toward the bathroom door before lying down. I feel like that rag, wrung out and used, and I imagine Maggie feels the same way.
“Come here, Angel.”
She scoots closer to my open arm, curling against my side like a kitten and placing her head on my chest as I hug her to me. We might be hiding things, but right now, we both need comfort. And I can give that to her. I’ll give her anything.
Her voice is a whisper, but there’s steel in it, her bravery shining through, even in the face of a problem she never imagined she’d face. “Shane? What are we going to do?”
I squeeze her tighter and kiss her temple softly. “Right now, we’re going to sleep. We’ll figure out the next step this afternoon.”
She sighs softly, and in moments, I feel her relax, drifting to sleep. I lie awake, though, mentally running through every scenario, every possible outcome, the risks of each making me tense.
We’re going to have to trust someone, but if we choose wrong, it’ll likely be the death of both of us.
Chapter 17
Maggie
In what’s starting to feel habitual, I wake up curled against Shane’s side, my leg slung over his and my head nestled on his chest and shoulder. It feels right, comfortable. Safe. I snuggle in deeper, and he stirs, pulling me tight and lifting my hand to his mouth to lightly kiss my fingertips. “Morning, Angel. Well, evening, I guess.”
I lower my hand to rub his chest. “What are we thinking today? Drive all night, eat crap food, and then sexercise ourselves to sleep?”
Shane cups my chin in his hand, lifting it toward him. “Sounds like fun, but we’ll have to see. First, a kiss. Second, we need to hit the road. We slept in, so just a kiss.”
He winks at me. I know a kiss between us could easily turn passionate and keep us in this bed all night, but we likely do need to get a move on. I don’t know if Shane’s burner phone could be tracked, but sitting around probably isn’t the best idea.
I scoot up the bed slightly to reach him with puckered lips, but he pulls me astride him in one quick swoop instead. I gasp, laughing a little. “Whoa . . . hey! You said a quick kiss.”
My center brushes against his washboard abs, and I can’t help but circle my hips a little, the warm prodding of his morning wood standing proud behind me giving me naughty thoughts, even if it is late afternoon. “This does not feel like a quick kiss.”