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  Her mouth went down in a moue of disgust at the memory. “I couldn’t stop gagging and my eyes were watering so bad it looked like I was crying. Reggie was mortified. He jumped out of the bed, got dressed, and then spent the next three years avoiding me on campus.”

  She sighed deeply. “After that, I decided it was best to focus on my studies rather than losing my virginity. Which is why I was a twenty-eight-year-old virgin.”

  I reached down and stroked her smooth shin. “That sounds like a really traumatic experience.”

  She stared at me before rolling her eyes. “I know you’re trying not to laugh, Wyatt.”

  The grin spread across my face despite how hard I was trying to keep it contained. “I’m sorry, but it’s a pretty funny story.”

  She poked me in the thigh. “It wasn’t funny at the time.”

  I squeezed her calf. “If I promise that I won’t ‘explode’ all over you, will you let me teach you how to give me a hand job and a blow job?”

  She nodded. “Yeah, I want to learn, but – and don’t take this the wrong way – what if you taste bad and I start gagging again?”

  I wanted to laugh but she was giving me an adorably earnest look. I gave her calf another reassuring squeeze. “I haven’t had any complaints about my taste before, but if I taste bad to you, you have my permission to gag. I won’t be offended.”

  “But you will leave,” she said with a sigh.

  “I won’t. I promise.”

  “Really?” She eyed me carefully.

  “Really, really.”

  “All right,” she said. “I’ll give it a shot.”

  “That’s my girl,” I said with a grin. “Watch what I do, okay?”

  “Okay,” she said.

  I sat up and stuffed a pillow behind my back before leaning against the headboard. I reached down and gripped my cock and stroked from root to tip. I did it a few times, my cock hardening under both my hand and Maggie’s watchful gaze. I stroked lightly and then firmly before rubbing my thumb over the head.

  I groaned, and Maggie licked her lips before whispering, “Can I try?”

  “Yeah, baby,” I said. “I want you to touch me.”

  She scooted closer and wrapped her soft little hand around the base of my dick. My cock twitched but this time she didn’t flinch. Instead, mimicking the movements I had made, she stroked my cock with a surprisingly firm grip.

  I moaned, my hips rising up and down. I was weirdly proud when she leaned a little closer and studied my dick. I loved that she trusted me enough to no longer worry I would ‘explode’ in her face.

  “Is this right?” She asked.

  I nodded. “It’s so good. You’re a natural.”

  She gave me a pleased look and continued to rub my cock. Precum was beading out of the tip and she gave it a look of both fascination and trepidation. When her little tongue wetted her bottom lip, I made a harsh groan.

  “Baby, are you ready to try with your mouth?”

  She paused in her stroking, her hand halfway down my cock, as she gave me a look of apprehension. “Um, yeah, I think so. You’re not, um, close…are you?”

  I shook my head. “No, baby. I promise I won’t cum in your mouth.”

  “Okay.” She got up on her knees and leaned over me. The look on her face one of ‘let’s get this over with’, she bent her head and tentatively licked up a bit of the precum.

  Fuck me! It was all I could do not to grasp her head and push her mouth down over my dick. I clenched my hands into fists and kept my body still as she licked her lips. She raised her gaze to mine, the surprise evident in her eyes.

  “You – you taste good.” Her voice was full of soft wonderment. “Really good.”

  I gritted my teeth when she bent her head and licked the rest of the precum away.

  “Oh, this is much better,” she muttered to herself before sliding her hot wet mouth over the head of my dick.

  I cried out, my hips rising up off the bed and she immediately released me, giving me a nervous look. “Was that wrong?”

  “Fuck, no. Maggie,” I groaned, “put your mouth back on my dick right now.” I cupped the back of her neck, unable to stop myself from pushing her head back toward my cock. I didn’t want to overwhelm her, but fuck, I was only human.

  To my relief, she slid her mouth back down over my cock and sucked enthusiastically. She tongued the shaft, bobbing her head a bit awkwardly up and down.

  “Good, baby,” I moaned. “That’s good.” I took her hand and wrapped it around the base. “Stroke while you suck.”

  She rubbed the base up and down, her mouth meeting her fist with every downward stroke. I groaned and gathered her hair into one fist, watching her lips widen and stretch around me. “Good, baby. Take more with your mouth.” I tugged on her hair to guide her down.

  She made a muffled sound of protest, her free hand digging into my thigh. I shook my head, holding her head still when she tried to move back. “No, you’re doing well. Take a breath through your nose.”

  She paused and took several breaths through her nose, her beautiful lips still wrapped around my cock the way they were meant to be.

  “That’s my girl,” I said. “Suck harder.”

  She sucked hard, staring up at me with her big blue eyes. I could see lust swirling in their depths, and it made me pump my hips a little harder into her mouth. She continued to suck, gasping around my thickness when I reached under her and gave her nipple a pinch.

  “Is my girl getting horny again?” I asked.

  She nodded and I smiled at her before running my hand down her satin-smooth back. “Do you want to be fucked?”

  Her reply was muffled by my cock and I tugged on her hair, lifting her mouth from my cock with a wet pop.

  “Yes,” she panted. Her mouth was swollen and red and I’d never seen anything more beautiful in my goddamn life.

  “Ask me nicely, Magnolia.”

  “Please fuck me, sir,” she said immediately.

  My dick leaked more precum and my plan to teach her how to put a condom on me went out the fucking window. If I didn’t get my dick inside of her in the next few minutes, I’d lose my fucking mind.

  “Hands and knees,” I said.

  My voice was harsher than I meant, but she didn’t hesitate. She swung around and bent over, bracing her hands on the mattress as I grabbed the condom I’d already placed on the nightstand. I ripped it open and rolled it down my dick as I stared at Maggie’s ass. It was still red from my spanking earlier, and fresh lust rolled over me.

  “Spread your legs, baby. Show me your pussy.”

  She spread her legs wide and I made a hoarse sound of approval as I got on my knees behind her. “Your little pussy is so wet, isn’t it?”

  “Yes,” she said. “Yes, it’s wet for you, sir.”

  Fuck! I smoothed my hand over her ass, making a soothing sound when she tensed. “Don’t worry baby, you’re not getting a spanking. My girl’s been so good, and good girls get a fucking, not a spanking.”

  “Please,” she moaned.

  I grinned and lined my dick up at her wet hole. Reminding myself to go slow, I pushed into her, watching and stifling my groan of pleasure as her little pussy took every inch of my cock. “Good, baby. So good,” I breathed.

  I went deep, deeper than I’d gone before and I wasn’t surprised when she made a moan of protest and tried to wiggle forward. I gripped her hips tight, ignoring my urge to give her upturned ass a spank, and said, “No, Magnolia. Hold still for your fucking.”

  “It’s too much,” she moaned. “Please, Wyatt.”

  “It isn’t,” I said. “My girl needs to take all of my cock.”

  “I’m trying,” she grumbled, and I grinned before slapping the back of one creamy thigh.

  “Hey!” She jerked wildly and I groaned when her pussy tightened around my cock. “You said you wouldn’t spank me.”

  “Then be a good girl and hold still,” I said.

  I pushed on her uppe
r back, forcing her chest and head to the bed. Her upturned ass and her soaking wet pussy stuffed full of my cock was a beautiful sight and I took a moment to admire it.

  “Wyatt,” she whined. “Please. I need you to fuck me.”

  “I know,” I said. I reached between her legs and rubbed her clit, groaning again when she cried out and her pussy clamped like a vice on my dick. “Oh fuck, you’re so tight.”

  She was straining against my grip, trying to rock her hips back and forth, and I lifted my hand from her back and gave her full control. She immediately lifted up and braced her hands on the bed again, practically ramming her pussy back and forth over my dick.

  I held her hips loosely, watching her pussy lips stretch around my dick as she fucked me with an out-of-control need that was quickly bringing me to the edge as well.

  “Oh,” she moaned, “oh, I think I-I might cum like this. It feels so good, sir!”

  Her low voice calling me ‘sir’, ruined my own control and I dug my hands into her hips, holding her tight before pounding into her. She cried out, tossing her head from side to side as I fucked her.

  It only took a few minutes for her to cum hard on my dick. As her pussy squeezed and released me, I gasped her name and thrust wildly. She cried out again, her whole body shaking on the bed as I drove into her for a final time and came. Pleasure rolled over me, making my body shake and my lungs gasp for air. Her pussy tightened again, and I squeezed my eyes shut, shouting her name this time as another lightning bolt of pleasure ran down my legs.

  I wanted to collapse on top of her, but I forced myself to pull out of her still quivering pussy and collapse on my back instead. She moaned and crawled to me, lying down next to me and resting her head on my chest. I stroked her back as we both shook lightly, our legs twitching with the aftershocks of our orgasms.

  “Holy God,” she moaned. “That was…”

  “Incredible,” I gasped. “Fucking incredible.”

  Chapter Seven

  Maggie

  “My feet are killing me. This was the longest shift ever.” Natalia slid into the booth across from me and slumped against the seat. Her normally cheerful face was strained and pinched looking and I gave her a worried look. I’d never seen her look down before and even though I knew it was hard for her being a single mom, she’d never once complained.

  Hoping to cheer her up, I said, “The hot guy sitting with Elijah at table seven during the lunch rush was totally into you.”

  Natalia rolled her eyes. “That hot guy is Matt Andrews and he’s a total dog. He hits on anything in a skirt. Even,” she glanced down at her uniform, “when it highlights your muffin top and washes out your skin tone.”

  “You haven’t got a muffin top,” I said. “Is Matt the EMT who works with Mia?”

  She shrugged. “Thanks to the magical sucking-in power of Spanx. Trust me, after having Phoebe, my flat stomach is a thing of the past. And yes, Matt is the EMT who works with Mia.”

  “Hey, is everything all right?” I asked.

  “So, you and Officer Reynolds officially dating yet, or what?” She replied.

  I shook my head. “No, of course not. You know it’s just a casual thing.”

  “Is it?” she asked. “Because it’s been three weeks now and everyone in town is talking about how much time our handsome deputy is spending with the out-of-towner.”

  “God, the gossip in this town is insane,” I said.

  “It’s not exactly gossip if it’s true,” she replied.

  “It’s casual,” I insisted.

  “He dropped you off at work this morning and is picking you up tonight, isn’t he?”

  “My car’s getting an oil change,” I said.

  “Fine,” she said. “But tell me again how casual it is even though you and Wyatt, and Mia and Elijah had a double date last weekend.”

  I wanted to scowl at her, but we had sort of gone on a double date. Mia had asked and I couldn’t think of a way to say no. It felt weird telling her that I was only banging her cousin for the orgasms, not his company.

  That’s not true though, is it, Mags? If you only wanted Wyatt for the orgasms, would you spend every free moment you have with him? If you’re only in it for the sex, why did he spend the night last night and you didn’t actually have sex?

  He was really tired, I argued inwardly. He’d had a long day at work, and he had a headache and I could see how tired he was. I wasn’t gonna force him to have sex with me.

  No, but you certainly seemed to enjoy the cuddling you did all night instead.

  “Hey, you still with me?” Natalia tapped on the table.

  “Yes, sorry. Just thinking.”

  “About Wyatt and the fact that you’re in love with him?”

  “I’m not,” I snapped. “God, Nat, give it a rest, would you?”

  Her face fell and I was submerged in guilt when a tear slipped down her cheek. I reached across and grabbed her hand. “Nat, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped.”

  She shook her head as more tears dripped down her face. “No, it’s my fault. I was being way too pushy and -”

  “You weren’t,” I said. ‘But will you please tell me what’s wrong? You’ve been upset all day, I know you have.”

  She sighed and dug a tissue out of the pocket of her apron before wiping her face. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

  “Tell me, honey,” I said.

  “Money is a little short right now and I’m having a hard time covering expenses. I’ve already got poor Phoebe in a second-rate daycare – which I feel terrible about – but I can’t afford the better one. My heat got cut off last night.”

  She dabbed at her eyes again. “I bundled Phoebe up and put her into bed with me and we have a small space heater, but it’s only going to get colder. I’ll have the money to pay the bill and have it turned back on by Friday, but if it happens again and it’s the middle of goddamn winter…”

  She sighed and gave me a despondent look. “I’m failing Phoebe so badly, Maggie.”

  “Honey, no, you’re not.” I squeezed her hand. “You’re an amazing mom.”

  “Some weeks I can barely afford to feed her,” Nat said. “I take as many extra shifts at the diner as I can get. I grit my teeth and smile and pretend to be flattered when someone like that douchebag Matt hits on me, just so he’ll give me a bigger tip, and we’re still barely scraping by.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said. “I can loan you some cash if -”

  “No,” she said. “Absolutely not. You need your money and besides,” she squeezed my hand when I tried to protest, “I’d never be able to pay you back anyway.”

  We sat in silence for a few minutes. Our shifts were over and I knew Wyatt was probably waiting for me in the parking lot, but Natalia wasn’t making any move to leave, and she looked so sad and lonely, there was no way in hell I was leaving her.

  “Honey, what about Phoebe’s dad? If you’re going through a rough patch financially, you can ask for increased child support.”

  Nat’s laugh was only a little bitter. “He doesn’t pay any child support anymore.”

  “What?” I leaned forward. “Why not?”

  “Because he moved out of state when Phoebe was about a year and a half and stopped sending payments. It’s almost impossible to contact him. When I do, he says he’ll send me a cheque and then he changes his cell number, it takes me another six months to track him down and we just have the exact same conversation.”

  “He is legally obligated to pay child support,” I said. “You can have a portion of his pay cheque garnished to pay it.”

  “Really? Boris didn’t tell me that,” Nat said.

  “Who’s Boris?” I asked.

  “Boris Galthwaite. He’s the only lawyer in town. About four months ago, I scraped up some cash and made an appointment. When he found out that Evan had moved out of state, he told me that trying to get child support was a losing battle and to just cut my losses. Basically, I paid him a hundred and twenty-five
bucks to tell me I was on my own.”

  “What?” I gave her a look of outrage. “What kind of fucking lawyer is this guy? He’s full of shit, Nat.”

  “I – he seemed to know what he was talking about,” she said. “He’s like eighty years old and has been a lawyer forever.”

  “He’s full of shit,” I repeated. “What a stupid, lazy motherfu – look, it doesn’t matter that Evan is out of state. He is still required to pay child support. There’s something called the Uniform Interstate Family Support Act. It sets a national standard for each state to follow in enforcing child support orders. Basically, you just need to take your order of child support from here and register it with the courts of the state that the father resides in. Once that’s registered, if that dickhead Evan still doesn’t pay, then we can enforce the child support order by garnishing his wages, revoking his driver’s license, or seizing any property he owns. You told me he was an accountant, right?”

  Natalia nodded, and I gave her a smug grin. “I could get his professional license suspended if he doesn’t pay the child support.”

  Nat stared at me. “How do you know all of this?”

  Shit.

  “Oh, uh… I watch a lot of Law and Order reruns,” I said feebly. “It’s amazing how much you pick up from that show.”

  “Right,” Natalia said. I knew she was about to grill me for the truth and I made a show of glancing at my watch. She checked hers as well and immediately slid out of the booth. “Shit, I gotta go. I’ll be late to pick up Phoebe if I don’t move my ass.”

  “See you tomorrow,” I called as I climbed out of the booth and grabbed my purse and my jacket that were lying on the seat. I turned and ran into a solid wall of Wyatt.

  His big hands cupped my hips and, despite the prying eyes of the customers in the diner, I gave him a delighted smile. “Hey, you.”

  “Hey, yourself.”

  “I’m sorry to keep you waiting. I was talking to Natalia.”

  “I heard,” he said.