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An Innocent Thanksgiving

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As she listened to me, Maggie’s face got more and more pale and shocked, her eyes wide and her soft lips dropping open, until I said that last part. Then she flushed and she gave a smile that I swore could’ve lit up the night sky.

I couldn’t help myself. That didn’t look like a rejection to me. I grabbed her and pulled her in, kissing her furiously.

Maggie gasped, going stiff with shock, and then she kissed me back, her hands smoothing over my shoulders and framing my face.

Then she dropped to her knees.

I stared down at her, in such shock that it actually took me a second to realize what was happening, what she was doing—what this meant. Then Maggie licked her lips and it all came rushing to me, and I swear I got so goddamn hard so fast it made me lightheaded.

“You can’t laugh,” Maggie informed me, as if I would ever laugh at her about anything, “but I’ve been imagining doing this for years. Ever since our first time. When I first saw your cock… it was so big and hard and I just, I wanted it.” She was blushing adorably. “I felt so embarrassed.”

She reached up, undoing my pants. “I’ve never done this before, so you’ll have to guide me, but…” She looked up at me through her lashes. “I want to.”

Fuck. I exhaled shakily as she drew out my hardening cock. It jerked in her hand, precome leaking out of the tip. I could already imagine my cock inside of her mouth and Jesus, it was so hot, I could hardly stand it.

“Go slow,” I warned her. I didn’t want her to choke or hurt herself. I wound my fingers through her hair and gently guided her forward.

Maggie licked her lips again and then lapped at my cock like she was tasting it, getting a feel for it, just these teasing little kitten licks that practically had my eyes rolling back into my head. She ran her tongue up along the underside and my hips shook from the effort of holding still, not jerking them forward.

“Oh, you like that,” she murmured, and did it again.

I thought I might actually lose my damn mind.

When she finally took me into her mouth, it felt like my eyes rolled back into my head. She worked her way up my cock, bit by bit, until she was able to slide up and down about half of it in a steady rhythm. Her mouth was slick and hot, like her pussy but also different, its own fantastic sensation, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came if she kept this up. Fuck. It had been years and years since I’d gotten a blowjob, and never had it been from Maggie. Perfect, gorgeous Maggie, who looked like the most sinful thing ever sitting on her knees for me.

She couldn’t take quite all of my cock just yet, using her hand for the rest, but fuck, I couldn’t wait to work her up to it, to train her to take my entire cock down her throat. The thought had my balls tightening and I had to tighten my grip on her hair in warning. “Babe, babe, you gotta—I’m gonna come.” I pulled her off of me.

Maggie pouted a little, and I laughed. She looked so put out. “I’ll come in your mouth next time,” I promised her. “But for now, I want to fuck you.”

Specifically, I wanted to finally fuck her in my bed.

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Maggie

Cal clearly had an idea in mind of what he wanted when he pulled me off his cock and then helped me to my feet. My mouth felt a bit sore and my lips were swollen, but it felt good. I felt powerful, proud, that I could make him feel so good. He had been close to coming when he’d pulled me off of him, and the triumph of that spiked my blood, made me hot and wet.

“Come with me,” Cal growled, taking me by the hips and pulling me up against him so that he could kiss me as he led me down the hallway. Towards the bedroom.

We hadn’t had sex in a bed yet. I realized this was what Cal intended and I shivered in delight.

We yanked each other’s clothes off as we went, feeling a bit like teenagers. Maybe at some point we’d get around to doing this slowly, taking our time, but today definitely wasn’t that day. I laughed as Cal’s shirt got stuck up around his head, and then found him laughing at me as I nearly banged my head on the doorframe trying to undo my bra and not looking where I was going.

We collapsed onto the bed together, kissing and laughing into each other’s mouths, our hands roaming. I wanted to feel every curve and divot in Cal’s body, all of the muscles bunching up underneath my hand, until I could map him out with my eyes closed, mold him in clay from memory if I had to.


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