Page 9 of My Deepest Desire

I swear when I get my hands on this motherfucker, I won’t stop until he’s dead.

She locks the door and shuffles to the living room, plopping onto the couch and slumping into the cushions. I take a seat next to her, and as soon as she glances over at me, she breaks. I can ignore anyone else’s tears but hers.

“Why is he doing this? He doesn’t even know me,” she sobs, and I pull her into my side. She comes willingly as exhaustion settles around her eyes.

“I don’t blame the asshole for being obsessed with you.ThatI can understand. You’re perfect. You’d drive any man crazy.”

Her tears dampen my shirt. “You don’t have to say that just to make me feel better, Trey.”

“Believe me, Mouse. I don’t say shit I don’t mean.”

Maggie gazes at me with watery eyes and a quivering chin. Even when she cries, she’s pretty.

“But this guy fucked up. And I’m gonna make sure he pays for it.”

“I just want it to stop.”

“Oh, it will. I promise you that.”

I did some digging into this piece of shit while Maggie was working. He’s a fucking data nerd who hides behind a computer all day. It didn’t take long to figure out his real identity, and with a few clicks of a button, I got his home address and the location of his employer. We’ll see how tough he is when I show up at his house and stomp a fucking hole in his chest before I make him eat the curb.

Fuck, my dick twitches at the thought of spilling his blood in the streets.Or maybe it’s the voluptuous beauty curled into my side.

She plays with the hem of my t-shirt, paying no attention to how dangerously close her fingers are to my cock. “Maybe he saw you with me at the library and got mad. I thought seeing us together would be enough to deter him. Not set him off so much that he destroyed my car.”

“Based on what you’ve told me about this guy and the things he’s said to you, it’s not unexpected he’d react this way. He’s a fucking coward and gets off on scaring women who tell himno.” I’ve met dickheads like Chris before, and it’s usually because I’ve been paid to eliminate them, but this is one asshole I’m willing to kill for free.

Maggie pulls back and gazes at me. The fear I see in her eyes tears me up inside. “What am I gonna do, Trey? I can’t live like this.”

“You have no reason to believe me, but I swear I’ll take care of it. Do you trust me?”

She stares at me for a long moment, then nods her head. My desire for her reaches the surface, knowing she sought me out for help. That she’s putting her faith in me to fix her problems. Just like things used to be before I fucked everything up.

Something inside me snaps and I lean forward, crushing my lips to hers. I’m wondering if she’ll push me away or slap me, but she does neither. Instead, she kisses me back and parts her lips to let me inside her mouth. Her taste is sweet and minty, and her tits brush against my chest with each rapid breath she takes. Kissing Maggie is like fucking heaven, and I’d gladly die a thousand deaths if that’s what it takes to have her.

I shift her onto my lap, her thick thighs on the outside of mine while she straddles me. My dick strains against the zipper of my jeans, begging for release. Her small palms cup my face as I grab two handfuls of her fat, juicy ass. When I squeeze, she yelps before melting into my touch.

I need to feel every inch of her curvy body, so I guide her to stand, then rise to my feet. When I lift her chin with my index finger, her big, honey-brown eyes gaze up at me with a mix of fear and desire. I lean in, pressing my forehead to hers.

“Trust me, Mouse,” I whisper against her lips.

“I do.”

Her quiet vow is all I need to hear before I step back and start undressing. My shirt hits the floor first, revealing the tattoos that cover my muscular chest. Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of me, but she doesn’t look away. She anxiously bites her lower lip, making my dick harder than ever.

Once I kick off my boots and strip out of my jeans and boxers, my throbbing cock springs free, and Maggie gasps. She stares at it like it’s some sort of monster, and there’s a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes that makes me pause.

“You’re in control here. We’ll go as slow as you want.”

She swallows hard before reaching out to touch me tentatively. Her fingers wrap around my shaft, stroking as if testing its hardness. When she touches me, it’s like nothing else matters—just us and this primal need between us.

I carefully remove her glasses and place them on the nearby table. Then I undress her, unbuttoning her blouse and unclasping her bra to reveal ample breasts that spill over my hands. Her skirt and panties follow suit until we’re both naked and exposed.

Lifting Maggie into my arms, I sit back down on the couch with her straddling my lap again. My cock brushes against her wetness, causing us both to moan. The feel of her soft pussy against my aching dick is driving me crazy.

“I won’t hurt you,” I promise while guiding myself to her entrance. “I’ll take it slow. You decide how deep and fast you need it.”

Her nails dig into my shoulders as she sinks down onto my cock, inch by agonizing inch. Her body shakes with anticipation, and the sight of her above me is enough to make me lose my mind.

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