An Innocent Thanksgiving

Maggie cried out against my mouth, still wonderfully vocal I could see, and I loved it. I pressed my knee in between her thighs and she parted them, riding my leg like she was seconds from getting off.

I ripped her shirt off and attacked her breasts with my mouth. I hadn’t gotten nearly enough of those last time, and now she’d had a kid and nursed her, her breasts were fuller, even more for me to play with. Maggie was chanting my name, Cal, Cal, Cal as I circled her nipples with my tongue, bit down on them, rubbed them with my thumbs, teased them.

Her hips never stopped restlessly fucking against my leg, and with a cry, she went stiff.

I pulled back, hard as a fucking rock, staring at her. “Did you just…?”

Maggie’s face was red, and not just from pleasure, but from embarrassment. “It’s—it’s been a few years, all right?”

That stunned me. A few years? That implied that she hadn’t—

Before I could complete that thought, Maggie yanked me back into her and began to yank at my clothes. Whatever inhibitions she’d had, she was ignoring them for now, just as determined as I was to see this through and to fuck.

Only this time, she was a lot bolder. The Maggie I’d slept with five years ago let me lead, let me orchestrate things. This one was a little hellion, and she grabbed my cock, pulling it out and swiping her thumb over the head. It throbbed in her grasp and she gave a throaty laugh, stroking me a few times, her grip loose and teasing.

“You’re going to kill me,” I growled.

“Not yet I’m not,” she said, and I just couldn’t let her get away with thinking she had entirely the upper hand after that.

I grabbed her and pushed her further up against the wall, lifting her up off the ground. Maggie immediately sensed my intent and hooked one of her legs around me, letting me hold her up by grabbing the underside of her thigh.

“Are you su—” I started to ask, because I wanted to make sure she was ready, that she wouldn’t hurt herself doing this, but Maggie just growled in frustration. I laughed. “You sound like a darling little kitten.”

“Call me kitten and it’ll be the last thing you ever do.”

“Sure thing… baby.”

Maggie didn’t object to that, in fact she shivered, and I remembered how I’d called her baby girl the last time and how she’d responded.

“C’mon,” I whispered, right in her ear as I started to slide into her. “Take all of me, sweetheart, be a good girl for me.”

Maggie cried out, clenching around me, and oh fuck she was as tight and hot as I’d remembered. I waited there, my breath caught in my chest, heat spreading through me like a wildfire, waiting to make sure she was okay.

Maggie slowly lifted her head, her heavy-lidded eyes dark with pleasure. I was sure I’d never seen anything more attractive in my life. “Cal,” she murmured. My name sounded amazing on her lips. “Fuck. Me.”

Hell yes I would.

8

Maggie

Cal fucked me hard and fast the second that I told him to. Or begged him to, really, we both knew I was desperate for it, and I didn’t even try to hide it. He felt so good, sex felt so good after years without but I was sure that even if I’d slept with hundreds of men in the meantime, none of it would’ve felt as good as Cal did right now.

At first I tried to be quiet, feeling a bit embarrassed at how turned on I was, how quickly I was being shoved towards a second climax, but then I remembered how much Cal had liked it when I was loud the first time and I gave up on trying to hold anything back. It was frenzied, rough, so much rougher than before—as if Cal knew now that I’d had sex once, and had a child, that he could afford to be rougher with me.

I loved it.

At last he yanked me away from the wall, right as the pleasure inside of me threatened to spill over. I started to protest, upset that my climax had been snatched from me, but then Cal laid me down on the floor instead.

“I can fuck you better this way,” he growled, a savage, possessive look in his eyes. He was so damn hot in that moment that I felt myself getting even wetter in response, clenching involuntarily around his cock. He was so thick, stretching me wide, and I felt absolutely claimed. I loved it.

Cal didn’t waste a moment, sliding out of me almost completely and then slamming back in, making me scream. He did it again and again, slow at first, taking his time, but then speeding up until we were both completely lost in it. It felt like fire was building behind my eyes, in my blood, and all I could do was writhe at the ecstasy that consumed me.