53. Maggie
53
maggie
We’re barely in the door before I’m bent over the front table and he’s kneeling behind me, kneading my butt. I hold on to the table, and he stands bending over the top of me as his hand drifts up my leg and yanks my panties down.
I gasp, “You didn’t want to see them.” He’s in my ear.
“No. I need to see my cock inside your pussy as soon as possible. Stay just like this, Meerkat. Or is it Mongoose now?”
He slides a finger inside of me and I bite out, “Meerkat. Fuck.” His weight traps me. My chest smashed to the table, and I’m at his mercy as his fingers move in and out roughly.
“Come now, so I can get inside of you. You won the race and now I need you to clamp down on my fingers while they fuck you. You’re so wet. You have to be close.” This is all too much to take.
“Colt. Colt.”
“You ready to take me, Mags? You want my cock? Because if I don’t get inside of you soon, I’m going to bust my nut all over this pretty dress of yours. So, come. Feel it, Maggie.” He picks up his pace, still pinning me to the table and nipping at my neck and shoulders. Then his other hand wraps around me and finds my clit under my dress and he pinches, rubs and presses. And that’s enough for me. I’m coiled so tight, and it builds through my whole body. He’s making me feel every sensation.
“Oh, God.”
His voice is deep and dark. “Come now.”
There’s a tingle that starts at the base of my spine and fans out overtaking me. The decadent chills that claim my skin and soul. I shriek his name and tremble beneath him as he groans, and I feel his dick hard against my ass.
I’m not even done. “My cock needs to feel this.” He flips my dress up, and it bunches around my middle. His hands commandingly take my hips as he thrusts hard inside of me. I bow my back and shudder around him again. I hold myself up as he pounds into me, hitting a spot so sensitive, I’m ready to burst open.
“Fuck me. You just came on my fingers and my cock. Two orgasms, your greedy little pussy. Now we chase one together. This is my cunt, and it does as I tell it.”
“Yours.” Is all I can say as we grunt and groan. He’s staring at where we’re joined, and it’s sexy.
“I’m looking at us. You’re going to look at us later. But eyes on me as I watch my cock disappear into you.” He gathers my hair and directs my face back to look at him. His face is feral. His bang falling over his eye and the look of devotion, reverence, and lust have me tumbling again. He’s sinking into me and watching. Then flicks his eyes to mine. My mind races and my body is ready to release again.
I say to him, “Come. Now. With me.” The side of his mouth tips up, and he lets go of my hair to piston in and out of me while holding my hips. The sound of skin slapping fills the house, and I can’t watch him anymore because I’m about to black out. He angles himself differently.
“Here. Now. Right there. Fuck. Come. So good. Yes. Yes. Now, Colt. Come with me. Fill me.”
He groans out, “Oh, fuck. Feel me come.” And he releases on a noise I’m sure only a mongoose can hear. We’re covered in a sheen of sweat, and he flops down on my back as his dick twitches inside of me. I feel all of it, the hot release of him, the tight clutch I have on him, and the telltale jerk of his finale.
We breathe in tandem as he flattens me to the table again. His weight is a comfort as we sync our breathing. “I love you so much.”
When I come back to earth I say, “Can we do that for the rest of our lives?”
He stands up and slips out of me. He pulls me to standing and looks me in the eye with a soft smile. We have a wordless conversation that I’m pretty sure will never end.