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“f**k me, Maguire!” Natalie urged him and he smiled.
Maguire thrust into her rhythmically, his gaze locked on hers. Natalie’s moans became louder, her back arching as she reveled in the pleasure his body was giving hers.
“You’re mine, Natalie,” Maguire growled, his voice low and husky. “I’m going to make you c*m so hard you’ll scream my name.”
Maguire’s hands roamed over Natalie’s body, his fingers finding her sensitive spots, his mouth moving from her lips to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bites. Her head fell back, her chest heaving as she lost herself in the pleasure.
His rhythm intensified, each thrust more powerful than the last. Natalie’s toes curled, her nails digging into his back as the pressure built again.
“Maguire…” she gasped, the word a mixture of plea and
