Chapter 10: The Tea Room

He filled me slowly, and it was the best thing I had ever felt.

I gasped, and my nails went into his back.

He stopped when he was all the way in, shaking, his cock buried deep in my pussy.

"Fuck," he said, against my mouth. "Maggie, you're so tight."

"Move."

"Give me a second."

"No."

I rolled my hips up under him, and he groaned and pulled out halfway and thrust back in.

I cried out.

"Again," I said.

He gave me again.

He fucked me slow at first, long deep strokes that dragged against the place his fingers had found.

Every thrust shoved the headboard a little closer to the wall.

I hooked my ankles at the small of his back and rocked up to meet him.

"That's it," he said. "Take me. Take all of it."

"Harder."

"Say it again."

"Fuck me harder, Ben."

His control broke.

He drove into me, hard and fast, the bed banging against the plaster.

I heard myself shouting without any shame at all.

His mouth found my breast, and he sucked and bit and soothed it with his tongue.

A second orgasm was already building, tight and low in my belly.

I hadn't known I had it in me.

"I'm close," I gasped.

"Not yet."

He pulled out, and I made a sound of pure outrage.

He laughed, breathless, and rolled onto his back.

"Come here. Ride me."

I climbed over him on shaking legs.

He held his cock up for me with one fist.

I sank down on it in one slow stroke, until he was buried to the hilt.

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