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arm about her hips, drew her back to his mouth. He flattened his tongue against her clit and applied pressure, licking her up and down, from the opening of her body to the tip of her labia as his buttered finger moved in and out of her ass. He listened to her cries. She made helpless sounds, mewing like a kitten, and that’s what he wanted, strong, irritable, independent, annoying Maggie Anderson, helpless, reduced to begging and pleading for him to fuck her.
    Her breathing quickened and she pressed her wayward body against his mouth, her hands buried in his hair, moving his head, positioning him exactly where she wanted him. Turned on as hell, Mace allowed it. He pressed inward and upward with his finger, hearing her sob, feeling the tiny muscles contract, hard, as her climax began. The thought occurred to him that if he stopped right now, it would be torture for her and he almost did stop, just for the fun of it, but fuck, it would take Superman to pull his mouth away from Maggie’s warm, wet, willing pussy.
    She screamed as she came, knees buckling. Mace caught her with one arm, careful to cushion her fall. He lowered her to the floor and reluctantly pulled his finger from her backside. He moved between her legs, forcing her thighs apart with his own. Mace had too many fucking clothes on, but he didn’t care. He had to get inside her. He unzipped his jeans and, shoving down his boxers, freed himself. Maggie reached for him, but he pushed her hand aside. Propping himself up on one arm, he used his own fist to guide the head of his swollen penis back and forth through her wetness. He positioned himself at the opening to her body and shoved. Her tissues were so swollen that he met with resistance and she jerked beneath him.
    “Fuck, Maggie, let me in. Let me in now.”
    “Too big,” she gasped. “You’re too big.”
    “The hell I am. You can take me.”
    “No.” She shook her head and he saw the tension in her face.
    Be cool. You’re hard as a fucking club. Help her, help her relax .
    Mace gritted his teeth and changed his tactics. “Shhhhhh. It’s okay, Maggie. It’s okay.” Keeping his movements slow and easy, resisting the almost overwhelming urge to muscle his way past her defenses and bury himself, he moved just the tip of his cock in and out of her. “That’s right. Just like that, baby, just like that. Everything will be all right.”
    At his words, Maggie arched her back, thrusting her nipples toward his mouth. Mace realized he hadn’t tasted them yet. How had he been so remiss? He leaned down and licked the breast closest to his mouth. Her nipple beaded against his tongue, hard and swollen and sensitive as all hell, if the moan he heard her make in response was any indication. He wound his tongue around the soft pink areola and then sucked the hard little bead into his mouth. Feeling her inner muscles begin to relax, he drove deeper into her with each stroke. At last, seated in her to the very root of his erect cock, he lifted his head, tugging on her nipple as he did so, releasing it with a pop. Holding perfectly still, encased in Maggie’s heat, Mace closed his eyes and sighed with pleasure. When he opened his eyes, he found Maggie staring at his mouth. She looked hungry.
    She can’t be any hungrier than I am .
    Mace wanted to be gentle, but he knew gentle was not what she wanted. He allowed his lips to find hers, and he kissed her so hard their teeth clacked together. He bit her lower lip and reveled in her response. She tangled her tongue with his, sucking at him, even nipping him. Maggie thrust her hips against him now, meeting him as he pounded into her.
    Fuck, I want to come . He ripped himself out of her and leaned back, putting a halt to the inevitable.
    “No,” Maggie cried, and she made her disappointment known, rising to her knees, following him. She wrapped both of her hands around his erection and stroked him up and down.
    “Stop,” Mace groaned. “Stop.”
    Maggie kept her