Page 28 of Wild Curves
My thumb presses against her clit and I thrust hard, enjoying the way her pussy sucks onto my cock.
“I’m close,” she whimpers.
“Good girl. Come for me, Maggie. Come for me loud and hard.”
I pull back a little, and she gives me desperate look. But I want to make her come so hard. I want to push her to the edge.
She starts to whimper and I slam into her, leaning forward so out bodies are pressed together.
“Say my name, Maggie.”
“Arlo…” she whimpers.
“Louder.”
“Arlo,” she cries.
Her name on my lips in her strained voice is my undoing.
“Fuck Maggie….
I slam into her as her pussy convulses around me.
“Arlo,” she screams. “Arlo, Arlo, Arlo!”
My balls tighten and I shoot cum straight into her, growling out her name so our voices bounce off the walls of the apartment. My body trembles with hers as I give her everything I’ve got.
My arms close around her, and I pull her close as we fall exhausted onto the bed.
The silence in the apartment is deafening. The television next door is off for the first time, and I hope they enjoyed the fucking sound show.
Maggie turns her wide eyes to me and giggles.
“Do you think the neighbors heard?”
“I don’t give a shit. Like I said, you’re moving in with me.”
She giggles again. “It’s Larry who lives next door. You know, the guy who runs the convenience store. I’m going to be embarrassed every time I go in to buy milk.”
I throw my head back and laugh.
“Well then, let’s give you something to really be embarrassed about.”
I roll her on top of me, and my dick hardens when she wiggles against me.
“So where is this secret tattoo?” She runs her fingertips up my thighs and over my balls.
“You’ll have to find it,” I tease. “But you’re close.”
As my future wife slides down my cock, I’m filled with a sense of happiness. Her moans echo around the room, and they’re a sound I’m going to enjoy hearing for the rest of my life.
EPILOGUE
MAGGIE
Four years later…
“Hurry up,” I whine while pulling Arlo through the back door of the industrial kitchen and into the stock cupboard. I tug at the corner of his dinner jacket with one hand and clasp my gold trophy in the other.
