I thrust long and slow, letting her take in every thick inch. She gripped the hair at the nape of my neck and leaned back, bringing those perfect breasts right into view. I buried my face in them, taking in her scent, her heat.
Maggie moaned, her eyes rolling back as I gripped her tight with one hand and tucked the other between us so I could stimulate her clit while I bounced her.
“Fuck—Graham!” she moaned.
“That’s it, princess. Come on my cock,” I ground out, her rhythmic movements sending me to the edge. “I’ve got you.”
“Oh—!” Another moan. Then—“Jesus fucking Christ!”shattered from her as her arousal squirted, splashing up my belly and down my thighs. “God… Graham?—!”
“That’s my good girl. Keep going.” I buried myself in her, then pulled out until my tip rested just inside, throbbing. God, she was tight.
“Give me more. I need… more!”she cried, letting out a ragged breath, clawing at my hips, pulling me into her, begging for everything I could give.
I thrust deep into her, my pulse thundering in my head with every drawn-out stroke. Each squeeze of her perfect pussy sent pleasure slamming into my cock.
Fuck, the last shred of control I had shattered. “Oh—God… Max… you’re so fucking tight,”I groaned. “Shit—oh shit—”My dick swelled even larger, throbbing as it burst inside. “Ungh—God!That’s it! Right there! Fuck, I’m coming!”I gritted out, feeling my cum shoot down every inch of my shaft and into her. “You’re making me come so goddamn hard, pretty girl!” My head fell back as I held myself tight to her, still pulsing, giving her every last drop. I stayed inside as I caught my breath and took back what I stupidly gave up. It felt so good to finally be able to let go. Not waiting for that little tap on the shoulder or to get torn away just before I came.
“I’m never letting you go again,” I breathed, ramming myself into her one last time.
She gasped, then wrapped her arms around my neck as she rested her head on my shoulder, boneless, like a fucking limp noodle. “Good.”
I carried her to the tub and I sat on its edge, still holding her tight, still inside, running my fingers up and down her back.
Maggie kissed me, then straightened. “I have a plan,” she whispered, her voice still foggy from the euphoria of her orgasm—breaths still ragged.
“Glad to see I could be of service.” That cocky grin she told me she loved tugged at my mouth.
“No, seriously.”
Maggie lifted off my lap, causing me to suck in a breath through clenched teeth as her pussy gripped my very sensitive head.
“Jesus—!”
“Sorry. We gotta get back to the manor.”
I stood, legs wobbling like jelly, and stepped into the shower to rinse off.
“What you thinkin’, Max?” I turned the water on.
Maggie stepped in and closed the curtain behind her. “We’ll trick him. Get him to confess. Make him think I’m alone.”
“No. I’m not using you as bait.”
Her jaw set in that way I’d come to know meant arguing was pointless. “Graham, we have to.”
“Won’t he expect it?” I lathered up my washcloth and washed my belly and cock. “Hunter’s a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them.”
Maggie stepped into the spray.
“Won’t he suspect you to be working with me? Especially now?” I asked.
“He doesn’t know that I know he lied.” She grabbed the soap and lathered up. “Besides, he knows I cursed him and that the guilt has made me choose him, even after he shoved me down the stairs... But what he doesn’t know… is that I know he murdered those women. He doesn’t know he can’t trust me.”
She rinsed off and jumped out.
Using Maggie as bait turned my stomach. But she might’ve been right.
I watched the white bubbles swirl down the drain, thinking of any other possible solution. But I came up with nothing.
