by Anthology
Her eyes widen and she smiles as she looks it over. “This is great, Spradley. It’s beautiful.” Her face shows concern. “You live here by yourself though? In the huge house?”
I shrug. “I do. I’m rarely here except to sleep or to have the guys over for a game. But, yeah it’s just me. I figured I might need the room someday though right now, it’s pretty much just wasted space other than my bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen, and the media room.”
“In a house this size, you use four rooms.” She chuckles. “Ok, then. You going to ask me in?”
I realize that we’re just standing in the driveway and grin. “Of course. Or I could always get you naked on the front porch.” My brows waggle. “The mosquitos might want a piece of that sweet ass, but it would be hot wondering if anyone was watching us.”
She shudders. “Yeah, no. Sorry mosquito bites on my cheeks aren’t my idea of sexy.”
Gesturing grandly I say, “Yeah, on second thought… no. After you.” She walks past me and I follow her up the steps to the front door. After unlocking it, I swing it open and she steps inside ahead of me. It’s dark in the house other than the moonlight and streetlights coming in through the windows. Reaching behind me, I flip the light on and toss my keys to the foyer table.
Maggie sets her own keys and purse down gingerly and slowly looks around. “Wow. The detail in here is amazing.” Walking forward, she drags her hand along the gleaming stair bannister. As her fingers wrap around the wood, my cock swells. The picture in my head is of her hand wrapped around something else. Reaching down, I try to move my cock to a more comfortable position.
Turning, she glances at me and her eyes move down to see my hand. Her cheeks burn as she bites her lip and stares raptly as my cock continues to swell behind my fly. Her eyes flip to meet mine and she swallows.
“Maggie… you’re in my house with your hand wrapped around my wood… My cock is screaming that you’re touching the wrong thing.”
She chuckles and flicks her glance down once more. Then, she leans back against the wall. Her chest is pushed forward as she coyly watches me. “Really?! And where should my hand be?”
Holding my arms out, I mutter, “Anywhere you want them… as long as they’re on me.”
Her breathing hitches and her eyes darken as she stands straight. Reaching down, she grasps the hem of her scrub top and pulls it over her head. Her hair bounces as the material clears. She drops the shirt to the floor. She’s wearing a white spaghetti strap tank top and it’s doing nothing to conceal the breasts heaving under the smooth material of her bra. Through her shirt, I can see the swell of her breasts where they’re not covered by the bra. The material is so tight it also defines the indentation of her waist before flaring back out over her hips. Her body is beautiful.
Reaching out. I trace the skin of her arm from her shoulder to her wrist. She shivers and I watch as her nipples bead.
Leaning down, I align my mouth with hers and breathe in. She breathes out and as her breath bounces over my chin, my hands travel up her sides to the underside of her breasts before moving back down to cup her hips and yank her into my body.
My front is pressed against her while her back is flat on the wall. My cock is pulsing against her stomach and we’re both breathing hard.
We haven’t even done anything yet.
I’m so aroused…
Fucking hell… my dick is about to explode and we both have all our clothes on.
Chapter Ten
Spradley
My hands are massaging her hips. Her hands cup my shoulders before traveling down my chest. As she reaches the bottom of my shirt, she pulls it up and slides her hands underneath it. At the first touch of her palm on my stomach, I jump. She smiles and whispers, “I thought you wanted my hands on you?!”
Growling, I lean in until my lips are over hers and say. “I do,” and I kiss her. It’s not gentle or exploratory. It’s hard and rough and dominating. My tongue sweeps past her lips and she gasps into my mouth. Swallowing it, I press against her and let her feel exactly what she’s doing to me as I fuck her mouth with my tongue. My hips mirror my action and her nails claw at my skin as she moans.
Her hands yank from beneath my shirt to work on the buttons. Her fingers aren’t steady and she’s having trouble, so removing my hands from her hips, I grab both sides of the shirt and yank it. Buttons pop and the fabric gapes open. She gasps again and I use that advantage to further deepen the kiss while I yank the shirt from my arms and throw it onto the floor.
My hands find the base of her tank and I raise it, exposing her skin to the air. As my knuckles brush against her stomach, she moans again and breaks the kiss. “God, it’s been so long since a man has touched me.”
Her arms lift and I remove the tank completely. Her hair has come loose from the clasp with her undressing and the red tresses fall around her shoulders. The red hair glares against her pale skin and skin colored bra. The bra isn’t meant to be enticing and it’s more for function and support, but with her lush breasts spilling out of it and her chest flushed with desire, it’s sexy as fuck.
I can’t stop watching the rise and fall of her chest. Her eyes open and when she sees where my attention is focused she gasps and tries to cover her chest. “Oh my God… this is the ugliest bra I own.”
Pulling her hands down, I lean in and lick the cleavage on display before nibbling on the soft mounds. Flicking my tongue against the front of the pearled nipple through the utilitarian bra, I smile at her. “It’s not ugly. I had no idea that a plain bra could be so fucking sexy.” My hands leave her spastic ones and cup her tits. “These tits are perfect, Maggie. You could have them wrapped in duct tape and it’d be a turn on.” Reaching around her, I find the clasp in the back and release it. As it pops and the cups loosen in the front, I gently pull the straps and watch as the bra glides down her arms. She holds the cups in place and the uncertainty on her face is my undoing. Hooking my finger under the material between her breasts, I pull. She holds on and I look into her eyes. “You’re gorgeous, Maggie. I don’t give a shit that your bra is functional and not Playboy worthy. I spanked my shit to Playboy enough in my lifetime. And I’ve imagined what you’d look like unclothed for a very, very long time… there is nothing you’re going to show me that will derail that.
“Unless you have a dick…”
That earns a chuckle. “I can assure you, I do not have a dick, Spradley.” She lets go of the bra and her titties are exposed to my gaze for the first time.
Judas… I was so far off base. Her titties are perfect. Like sheer perfection.
Leaning down, I capture a pert nipple with my teeth. As I rub it between them, she shudders uncontrollably. Alternating between rubbing it and flicking the tip with my tongue, I work her into a frenzy. Her hands are in my hair and she’s holding my head against her chest as I bite, lick, and suck her perfect nipples. She’s humping my thigh she’s so turned on.
That makes me even hotter.
Releasing her nipple, I lean back and look down her body. Her skin is pink from arousal. Her breasts are swollen to the size of melons and her nipples are hard peaks that glisten from my mouth’s attention. She has her scrub pants on and I want them off… immediately.
Reaching for the waistband, I untie them. As they gap, her hands clutch at my wrists to stop me. She gasps. “Wait… Stop… I really didn’t shave… Oh my God… my legs and my… other areas need attention… let me go to the bathroom and clean up, Spradley. You cannot see me like this.”
What?! She wants to stop to go shave her legs?
Right now?!
I’m so hard, I’m about to blow like Mount St. Helens and she thinks I give a shit about prickles?!
Lifting her, I take her off guard. Her legs wrap around my waist and her arms close around my back as she squeals. “What…? Nooo, I’m too heavy… Stop… Put me down. What are you doing?”
Ignoring her, I turn and mount the stairs. It takes a little oomph, but I get us both to
the top. She slaps my shoulders. “You could have dropped me or fell and killed us both!”
Slapping her ass, I startle her. “Shut up. I didn’t drop you and I have no intention of killing either one of us.” Shouldering my way past the half open door to my bedroom, I cross the room and drop her unceremoniously to the bed. She bounces and tries to scramble to her knees but I’m quicker and pushing her onto her back, I grasp the scrub pants that are now around her hips.
Her hands slap at me, though with no force. “Spradley, I’m serious. I need to go shave.”
Grabbing her hands, I press them to my groin. Her hand closes over my erection and I hiss out. “So am I. Does this shit feel like I care about fucking prickles?”
She glares at me and squeezes gently. A moan escapes my throat and she starts to rub me through the fabric. “Damn, that’s big… But I’m telling you… it’s not prickles. It’s more like Harry and the Henderson’s than peach fuzz! And the rest of me… well, I need to make an appointment to have it taken care of… it’s been winter…”
Does she really think I’m paying any attention to what she’s saying while her hand is caressing my dick!?
Stop talking nonsense and let my dick breathe. For the love of God…
There’ll be no spunk left to make babies with if my pants don’t come off soon so my nuts aren’t crushed.
Reaching between us, I release the clasp on my jeans. The pressure from my raging hard on opens the fly wide. Maggie exclaims, “Holy shit, Spradley.”
Glancing down, I see her wide eyes locked on the gleaming tip of my dick, where it’s poking out of the top of my boxers. “See… he doesn’t care about whatever concerns you have. He’s good…”
Her eyes fly up to meet mine and I can see the worry in them as she works her bottom lip. Gripping her chin with my fingers, I tilt her head up further and leaning down, I take her lips in a bruising kiss.
When I’m done, we’re both breathless.
Releasing her face, I grip her pants and panties and slide them down her legs. Ok, she’s got some hair here, but it’s soft, not prickly.
Yup, dick is still ready. I don’t care.
After tossing them behind me, I stand and look at her as I remove my own. We’re now both nude, but I can’t see between her legs because her hand is covering herself. After kicking my pants to the side, I kneel between her legs and yank her hips. She moans, “No way…” and tries to scoot back on the bed, while her hand cups around her mound. My nose taps the back of her hand. “Let me in.”
She laughs but says, “No freaking way. What part of it’s a jungle down there are you not understanding?”
I lick her hand. “I don’t care. Move the hand. Honestly, I do not care… stop trying to hide from me.” I tap it with my nose again. I can smell her. She’s musky and sweet. My jaw is aching from clenching while I wait to taste. Her hand tightens and I mutter, “I swear to God, I will bite your damn hand, Maggie.”
Her thighs quiver, but she doesn’t move her hand. Reaching between us, I grip it and move it out of the way. Her ambrosia coats my nose and I moan as I lean in. A slight lick has the hair there tickling my tongue, but beneath that, I can taste her.
I need more.
Setting her hands on the bed, I help her grip the sheets. As her fists close around the Egyptian cotton, I like softness, I part her folds and my tongue finds her nub. Her back arches at the first flick of my tongue and as soon as I delve into her honeyed softness she’s bucking all over the bed while her gasps and groans fill the room.
Her knees lock around my head and I can tell she’s close. Inserting a finger into her pussy, I slowly fuck her while my tongue pays homage to her clit like I’m savoring a Pineapple Snowball with condensed milk on a July day.
“Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhhh, Spradley… Ohhhh, God. I’m… I can’t… Ohhhhhhh.” She bucks off the bed and her knees lock so tightly around my head that I’m trapped in her pussy and fear I may lose consciousness.
Oh my God… I’m going out like this.
I’m going to die face down in Maggie Lake.
What a way to go though…
Her thighs splay open and her body goes lax as she slumps to the bed. Her hand weakly taps my head and I can’t help thinking that she’s petting me like a puppy. She mutters, “Oh my damn… you’re so good at that…”
Grinning, I hop up to a standing position. My cock slaps against my abdomen and her eyes open to watch me. Flexing my biceps, I stand in front of her and jut my cock out. “I’m locked and loaded baby. That was the appetizer…” Pointing at my dick, I ask. “Ready for the second course?”
She laughs again and crooks her finger at me… “Bring it, big boy.”
Shaking my hips, I sing Colt Ford as I mimic shooting a machine gun with my dick. She laughs hysterically until she’s crying and then mutters, “Dear lord, how are you so stupid yet so freaking sexy at the same time?!”
Stopping my ministrations, I stare at her as she’s sprawled back on my bed. Her red hair is fanned out on the sheets and her body looks like it was carved from the shadows. She’s utter perfection and the fact that she’s not actually perfect just makes her all the more perfect in my eyes.
I can have a baby with this woman?!
Her breathing hitches as I watch her and she smiles shyly. I smile back and step toward the bed, but stop as my knee caps hit the mattress. Her eyes are locked on mine. “Are you sure about this, Maggie?”
She nods slowly, “Yeah… are you?”
As absolutely crazy as it is… I am… I so am.
I nod and crawl onto the bed. As I settle beside her, I grip her hips and pull her over me. “I am… But since it’s been awhile for you… you should be on top. You can control it that way and if you want to stop at any time… you can.”
Her eyes widen again and surprise crosses her face before she leans down to kiss me. As her knees settle on either side of my hips and her tongue slides against mine, she reaches between us and grips my cock. Her hands are slightly calloused, but as she closes a fist around and strokes, I moan heartily into her mouth. She lines me up and slowly sinks onto me and my eyes roll back in my head.
She’s so tight. Oh my God, it feels almost like she’s a virgin again.
She feels too good… I’m going to embarrass myself and come in under a minute!
Her head falls back and she groans as her ass cheeks settle on my pelvis. She’s taken me to the base. She pauses and I look up at her. “You’re so tight, Maggie… You ok?”
Nodding she bites her lip. “Yeah, I’m good. Just give me a second to get used to you… it’s been a long time.” She moves slightly and rolls her hips. She moans. “Oh, but you feel so good…”
Back at you, Maggie.
Flattening my hands on the mattress, I try to calm my raging hormones that are urging me to grab her hips and pound into her. Her hands settle on my chest and she rolls her hips again. I groan… “God, you feel like heaven.” Her muscle are gripping me like a velvet glove.
Using her knees, she starts to move. Slowly she slides up my length until just the tip of my dick is inside of her and then she glides back down. Her pace quickens and soon her ass is slapping down into my lap. My hands find purchase on her breasts and leaning up, I try to capture a nipple with my mouth. Her nails scrape against my pecs as she rides me.
I’m already close, but I need to hold out. If Maggie hasn’t had sex in years, I sure as shit don’t want to blow before she gets hers.
Biting my lip, I try to talk some sense into my dick.
I know this is a dream come true, but you can’t spit yet.
If you blow before she does, I swear to God, I’m going to tell Doc to fucking cut you off when he takes my nut.
Then you won’t be able to fuck anyone ever again.
Don’t you do it…
Ohhhh, wait… you wait, you bastard…
She feels so fucking good.
Maggie’s hands flatten on my chest and she grinds against me. Her brea
thing is getting heavier and she’s moaning, “Ohhhhh. Yes… Mmmmmmmm. So good… Ohhhhh.”
She grinds harder and my dick swells. I scream at it in my head.
WAIT! You wait!
She’s about to go and once she does, you can unload…
You better wait…
Her back arches and her thighs clench. Her pussy spasms around my dick and she screams out, “Ohhhhhhh, yes. Yes… YES! Ohhhhhhh, shit… Spradley…”
Gripping her hips tightly, I pummel into her as I feel my own release building. My feet are planted flat on the bed and I’m fucking her so hard, if I wasn’t holding her hips, I’d buck her off me. She screams out again. “Ohhhhhh…. My… God... Ahhhhhh.”
She comes again and as she clenches around my dick, I explode. “Ohhhhh, fuck Maggie… S…H…I…T…” It seems never ending.
Is it because my dick hasn’t actually felt a pussy without a condom on it in over ten years?
The only time you had unprotected sex, moron, was when you lost your virginity to your next door neighbor after drinking three bottles of Boone’s wine in the tree house…
Not that I remember what it even felt like.
Or… is it because it’s Maggie?!
Which do you think, Spradley?
Duh.
After what seems like ten minutes, but I’m certain was only about thirty seconds, my legs fall to the bed and I focus on Maggie sprawled on top of me breathing heavily against my neck.
With effort, she lifts off of me. My cock doesn’t seem to want to leave her body and makes a loud slurping sound as it slides out. She flops to her back and bends her knees.
When my brow raises, she blushes. “Um, it keeps you inside of me. Otherwise, you’ll just flow out.”
