Page 10 of My Deepest Desire

“Use me, baby. Show me how you like to fuck yourself.”

With that, she takes a deep breath and starts to move, the first taste of a true connection between us. It’s slow and sweet and fucking perfect. This isn’t just about the pleasure or the intimacy. It’s about making Maggie feel good, feel safe. It’s about showing her that I’ll never let her go—not now, not ever again. And I’ll be damned if I don’t make every moment count.

I let out a growl of satisfaction as she moves more confidently, setting a rhythm that has us both moaning. She loses herself in the sensations, her soft curls trailing down her back. She’s beautiful and unapologetically herself, just the way I’ve always remembered.

Her hands grip the edge of the couch, her fingers digging into the furniture as if she’s holding on for dear life.Fuck, maybe she is.Her brown eyes stare into mine, darkening with every thrust. Seeing her panting and flushed with desire makes my heart pound against my chest.

“Maggie...” I whisper, but it comes out more like a plea than her name.

She just nods, already lost in our connection. She leans back, giving me full view of her breasts swaying to the rhythm of our movements. My hands go to them, kneading roughly before I dip my head to take one into my mouth. The taste of her skin is intoxicating, sweet and salty all at once.

She cries out when I bite her nipple, the sound echoing around the room and straight to my cock. Then she moves faster, harder, rolling her hips as she chases that first orgasm. It’s raw and real and so fucking right that I surrender to it completely.

“Trey…” she gasps out. “I’m… oh, God… I’m…”

“Don’t hold back,” I tell her, gripping her hips tighter. “Let go for me, baby.”

Then she screams, her body convulsing with the kind of ecstasy that has her slick walls milking my cock. Watching her climax unravel beneath my touch is something I want to see over and over again.

As soon as Maggie’s spasms subside, I flip us over and lay her on her back. She sucks in a short breath, then cries out when I slam my dick back inside her. I remain still for a moment, relishing the feel of her tight pussy warming my cock.

When I start to move, it’s slow and deep, making me want to fuck her so hard she can’t think of anything else. I maintain my gaze on her face, on every small reaction she gives me—the way her eyes flutter shut, the way her lips part slightly when I hit just the right spot.

“I’ve got you, baby,” I murmur into her ear as I thrust into her again. “I’ve always got you.”

It’s a promise that is as much for me as it is for her.

I watch her expression shift from lust to something softer, more intimate. Her eyes lock on to mine and her hands clutch at my back as she wraps her legs around me. Feeling her body, her glistening bare skin, only spurs me on to make her come again. Then her breath hitches and her muscles tense, her pussy clamping around my dick. She’s close, so damn close, and I want to push her over that blissful edge.

“Trey... I’m...”

“I know,” I cut her off, leaning down to capture her lips in a searing kiss as I increase my pace. “Let go, Mouse. I need you to come for me.”

And she does, with a scream of my name that echoes throughout the quiet house. The way she comes undone is enough to send me spiraling into my climax too. With one last thrust, I shoot my cum inside her, groaning into the crook of her neck. My heart thunders against my ribs as I struggle for breath, every muscle in my body screaming with tension and release.

Slowly, as we both come down from our highs, I roll off Maggie and pull her body over mine until she rests her head on my chest while the circulating air cools our sweat-dampened skin. For once, there are no regrets or second thoughts clouding my mind. Just a sense of rightness that leaves me stunned.

6

MAGGIE

Lying on the couch, my body entwined with Trey’s, I struggle to catch my breath. The heat of our passion still simmers on my skin as his chest rises and falls beneath me. My head rests on the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It resonates within me, healing a part of me that’s been broken for so long.

I’ve cared for this man for most of my life, but this newfound closeness... it’s consuming. A connection I never imagined possible.

As the afterglow begins to fade, a nagging thought tugs at my mind.Why did he push me away all those years ago?

The weight of the question feels heavy in my chest, threatening to crush the fragile serenity that surrounds us. My heart wants to enjoy this blissful peace a while longer, but my brain won’t let me. It’s now or never—I need to know.

I lift my head, resting my chin on my overlapped hands. My gaze meets Trey’s, and I’m struck by the adoration I find there. It’s an expression I’ve never seen from him—or any man—before. His blue eyes, once cold as ice, now shine with warmth and vulnerability.

“I know you want answers, Mouse, and I’m ready to give them.”

Surprised by his willingness to be forthcoming, I patiently wait for him to continue. The tension in the air is palpable, my heart pounding with anticipation.

“I’m sorry for everything. I?—”

Before he can finish, a brick crashes through my front window. I scream as it shatters glass everywhere and thuds onto the hardwood floor. The sudden intrusion ignites a fresh wave of panic, and my heart feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest.

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