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it from spraying.
    “Touch yourself,” he said, going against the BDSM handbook.
    “Where?” she asked.
    “Your pussy.”
    “How?”
    Oh shit. He was ready to devour that swollen knot of hers. He wanted her sweet, slippery juices on his tongue, but he had to control himself. He had to make Maggie think that this was her only chance with him, and if she fucked it up, then that was it. He had to be prepared to leave that hot, dripping pussy on the bed, legs spread and untouched.  
    “Make your pussy ready for me, baby,” he said.
    Maggie grinned naughtily and plunged two fingers into her pussy as she rounded her clit with her thumb. In and out, she finger-fucked herself. Vince’s mouth watered, and he swallowed the extra fluid.  
    “Pull on your nipple, baby,” he said.
    He skipped a breath as Maggie tugged at the tip.
    “Fuck,” he muttered.  
    He dropped his pants and underwear and pulled off his shirt. His dick was so hard that the vein along his shaft wanted to pop out of his skin. It was too late to eat her pussy; he was too close to coming. Vince slammed his dick into her slippery caves. Oh shit, she was dripping wet and hot. He pounded the hell out of her, hitting bottom.  
    He clutched her ass, scooted her away from the headboard, and rammed his dick deeper inside her. He held still, warning himself not to come. Maggie tried to shift to chase her orgasm, but he held her hips. She moaned out of frustration. The blood in his dick settled. He was thankful for the reprieve. He pulled out of her and smashed his tongue against her swollen knot. It was soft and slippery and hard, all at the same time. She wriggled against his mouth.
    “If you don’t stay still, then I’m going to stop.” He hoped she wouldn’t call his bluff because there was no way in hell he would discontinue.
    She nodded wildly. Her eyes were glazed. Hell, he was in complete control, which made the blood rush back to his dick. He fucked her slippery pussy with his tongue then reattached his mouth to her clit, sucking and lapping. She struggled to stay still, and that turned him on even more. He was about to blow, and she hadn’t even come yet. He slipped two fingers inside her and rimmed her pussy. Maggie screamed with pleasure. She tried to grab the headboard, but her arms couldn’t reach. If only he could eat those tits and stay where he was. He would have to wait.  
    “Oh, Vince,” she cried, arching her back and tugging at the sheets.
    He strained to hold in his orgasm. Finally her walls pulsated around his fingers, and her pussy released the nectar he’d been milking her for. He slammed his dick into her pussy. One thrust. He shivered. Second thrust. His balls tightened, and he blasted his seed inside her, grunting at the top of his lungs.  
    Vince trembled until the sensation subsided. He pressed himself heavily upon her, and Maggie wrapped her arms around him. For a moment, he felt their souls merging. He wasn’t done with her yet. In his mind, the last person who’d given her breasts a good go was Monroe. He had to take over. Vince kissed her sensual mouth and sucked his way down her neck to stroke her nipple with his tongue. He’d just learned that she loved it when he raked his teeth across the tip. Her pussy contracted around his spent dick, bringing him back to life.  
    He kissed the tip of her damp nipple and looked her in the eyes. Maggie looked as if she didn’t know what he would do next. He hoped he hadn’t taken the BDSM tactics too far. He loved his feisty sex goddess who had started taking more initiative in the bedroom since they’d first gotten together. He didn’t want to mind-fuck her away.
    “So what’s this talk about you quitting?” he asked.  
    “I think it’s best I work with Monroe.”
    “Why?”
    “At first it was because of what happened this morning, but now I’m kind of excited about the work.” She raised her eyebrows when she said “work.”
    The way she said “work”