Maeve
His eyes on her continue to make her burn and if she wasn't so fuzzy from her orgasm she'd probably be a bit more shy about all of this. The way he drinks her in. The way he just watches her so closely like he's torn between what to do next. His lips are shiny from her, a little red and swollen from all the work he put in to make her cum. Maeve draws her bottom lip between her teeth before he's suddenly moving.
He covers her body with his own and she's surprised by how much bigger he is than her. Long and lean limbs with corded muscle covering his frame. Her hands find his shoulders just as his face finds her neck. When he settles between her thighs, rubbing himself against her still throbbing center she whines. The sound high and needy. Maeve nods in response, drawing in a shaky breath even as her eyes flutter shut when his cock manages to rub against her clit just right. "Yes..More," she pants, fingers finding the hem of his shirt and yanking it over his head.
She needs to get her hands on his skin now or she's going to fucking lose her mind. The shirt is quickly discarded and her hands run down his back, nails scratching along the way before her fingers curl at his hips, tugging him closer to he core. "You know what I want. I told you before." Except she knows he wants her to say it. Wants her to admit that she wants this. His teeth at the skin of her throat is distracting and she struggles for a moment between trying to get his pants off and trying to formulate words, but eventually she manages. "Please fuck me.. Want you, Locke.." There. She said it. It's out in the open and undeniable now.
For the first time, she's not thinking about work. All she's thinking about is the feeling of his skin against hers and his cock between her legs. He's finally getting what he wants. She's enjoying this. Too much. Little does she know how much of a mistake this is. At the end of all of this, she's still nothing more than a whore to him.
He covers her body with his own and she's surprised by how much bigger he is than her. Long and lean limbs with corded muscle covering his frame. Her hands find his shoulders just as his face finds her neck. When he settles between her thighs, rubbing himself against her still throbbing center she whines. The sound high and needy. Maeve nods in response, drawing in a shaky breath even as her eyes flutter shut when his cock manages to rub against her clit just right. "Yes..More," she pants, fingers finding the hem of his shirt and yanking it over his head.
She needs to get her hands on his skin now or she's going to fucking lose her mind. The shirt is quickly discarded and her hands run down his back, nails scratching along the way before her fingers curl at his hips, tugging him closer to he core. "You know what I want. I told you before." Except she knows he wants her to say it. Wants her to admit that she wants this. His teeth at the skin of her throat is distracting and she struggles for a moment between trying to get his pants off and trying to formulate words, but eventually she manages. "Please fuck me.. Want you, Locke.." There. She said it. It's out in the open and undeniable now.
For the first time, she's not thinking about work. All she's thinking about is the feeling of his skin against hers and his cock between her legs. He's finally getting what he wants. She's enjoying this. Too much. Little does she know how much of a mistake this is. At the end of all of this, she's still nothing more than a whore to him.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
