Purgatory Masters(51)

“Fuck,” Tucker swore and released her head. Maggie grabbed his shirt to keep from falling. “Shit, sorry.” He curved an arm around her lower back and dove his other hand into his pocket. All the extra movement pressed his cock against her pussy, making her moan. Good gracious she needed him to be quick.

When he finished digging he lifted her slightly. “Scoot back a little on my knees, little one.”

Maggie tried to accommodate his request, but there wasn’t a hell of a lot of room in the back seat of his car. She glanced up and found Tucker unbuckling his belt and shoving his pants under his butt. Her mouth dropped open and saliva pooled. His shirt had come undone and the sculpted muscles underneath drew all of her attention. Especially the small trail of light brown hair from his navel that disappeared into his underwear.

There it was. The bulge of his desire practically staring her in the face. Long, thick and fucking big. Even the tip extended past the waistband of his briefs and she saw a drop of wetness she ached to lap up. She licked her lips.

“Maggie!”

Startled, she lost her balance and slipped from where she’d perched on the edge of Tucker’s knees. In a flurry of hands and knees she fell sideways into the black hole of space between the rear bench and the back of the front seat. The sudden jolt sent a riot of sensations streaming through her as the plug moved inside her backside. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

“Oh shit. Maggie, are you all right?”

Before she managed to utter a word, he’d lifted her around the waist and pulled her next to him. His hands ran across every inch of her arms and legs before he stroked her face. When he finally seemed satisfied that she’d not broken anything he lifted his head and their gazes met. The look of shock she found sealed her fate. She lost it.

Her first laugh sounded like a snort and that made her laugh harder. She rolled to her side and wrapped her arms around her stomach as uncontrollable sounds bubbled out of her. “Oh my God. I fell on the floor. I’m trying to have the best sex of my life and I fell on the stupid floor of your car. Of all the ugly, ungraceful things that could have happened…”

She could tell from the sounds coming from Tucker that he was trying really hard to hold it in. “The best sex of your life?” He sounded incredulous.

She glanced at him then. “Well, yeah if it ever freaking happens.” Suddenly feeling very exposed she crossed her arms over her breasts and clamped her lips shut to staunch her giggles. She refused to look at him again or she’d never get them under control. “You ever get the feeling this isn’t supposed to happen between us? Like we’re doomed or something?”

“Oh hell no, Maggie Cisco. Don’t you dare go there. This is happening. Right now,” he emphasized.

The sound of ripping paper caught her attention and she turned in his direction in time to see him pull his cock free from its underwear cage and roll a condom over his hard length. All the laughter inside died and every ounce of hunger she’d been fighting rushed forward.

“Come here.” He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her again until he’d positioned her over his knees where the tip of his dick nudged at her hungry opening. “No more waiting. No more excuses. The only way you’ll get me to stop now is to say your safe word.”

She met his gaze and found the full extent of Tucker’s truth. She was his and he was in charge. Her stomach fluttered. How was it possible for her to still be nervous considering everything he’d already done to her?

“Put your arms above my head on the top of the seat and don’t move them until I give you permission, is that understood?”

“Yes…Master.” Oh damn she loved the way that word sounded. So much more erotic than simply “Sir” and a far cry from Tucker, the boy she remembered from high school.

With her hovering just out of reach of her fondest desire, he pinched her nipples again, rolling them between his fingers with enough pressure to send sensation rioting through her.

“Take me, Maggie,” he commanded.

With a wail that bordered on a scream, she sank onto his girth. Her eyes widened as her body tried to accommodate his full length with the plug already taking up most of the room. She panted for air.

“Take it easy. You can take it,” he assured her, his hands wrapping around her bottom. “You’re definitely tight, though.”

A sheen of perspiration broke out across Maggie’s skin. She breathed heavy against Tucker’s neck. His fingers dug into her backside as the slow burn of desire stoked higher as she lowered inch by inch until she’d taken all of him.