Maggie lay cradled between his thighs, half n***d and m**********g. He’d always known she was sexy, but this took amazing to a whole new level.
Shane’s d**k had never hurt more in his life than it did right now. He was so hard he couldn’t imagine why Maggie’s back wasn’t in pain. She continued to press into him, her hand making jerky movements in her panties, her breaths coming in quick little pants. She was close, but she was rushing it, like she had to hurry to get to the finish line.
The smell of her arousal filled the air, and he tensed to stop himself from flipping her over and satisfying his own needs.
He needed to touch her, remind her he was there, part of this. He reached out with a trembling hand, fear rushing though him as a reminder that he might push too hard and screw this
