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this?” Mace pumped his hips. Listening to Maggie’s cries as she came made him so hard, strung him so tight, that he didn’t know how long he could last. He thrust again and again, listening to her moans, her whimpers, her tiny screams of pleasure.
    “How many?” Mace’s voice was harsh. “How many, Maggie?”
    She could barely talk, her hips still thrust upward to meet him. “Th…three.”
    “Oh, baby, that’s not nearly enough. Three more and then I’ll come.” Mace withdrew from her body, his movements rushed. It was now or never. His control was razor thin.
    “Fuck no, Mace,” she groaned in protest, tightening the grip of her legs around his hips.
    He laughed at her and pulled her legs away from his body, sliding down until his mouth was buried in her slick pussy. “Once like this,” he murmured. “Say when.” It took just a few licks to make her come.
    She arched her body against his face, her hips flexing in his hands. Finally, she lifted his head by his hair. “When,” she whispered, with a long, slow, seductive exhale.
    Grinning, Mace flipped Maggie over onto her stomach. “One of the perks of being a woman, you get to come so many times with the right man.” He spread her legs and pressed against her. “Damn, Maggie, you’re tight in this position. Give me that pillow.”
    He watched Maggie fumble to reach it, and he laughed when she tried to toss it back. She missed and it dropped to the floor. “Tight it is, then,” he said, and with a groan of appreciation, he forced his way in. “Fuck, woman, you’re killing me.”
    “Two more times.” Maggie giggled, wiggling her ass
    “Stop that.” Mace gave her a little smack on the bottom. “You’re going to make me come before I’m ready.”
    Maggie stopped giggling. She lifted her upper body on her elbows and turned around to look into his eyes. “Mace.” Her voice sounded serious. “That’s the idea. Don’t…don’t control yourself. Please. You, out of control, that will make me come.”
    Mace thrust deep, and she squealed in response. He watched her slender fingers grab at the bedspread. He panted and tried to hold still. “Are you sure?”
    She nodded.
    “Then come over here.” He pulled out of her and dragged her to the edge of the bed. “I’ll hurt you if I do you hard in that position.” Sitting upright now, Mace spread his legs and sat Maggie down on his erection. “This way…” he spoke through gritted teeth, “you have some control. If I go too deep, you can stop me.”
    “You won’t go too deep.” Despite her rapid breathing, he heard confidence in her voice.
    “How do you know, Maggie?” His hands slid around her rib cage to cup her breasts. “I might. You feel so fucking good.” His lips brushed the small, rounded bones of her spine. She began to move her body up and down along his hard length, using her long, strong legs for balance, bracing herself by placing her hands on his muscular thighs. “Yes, baby, like that. That’s what I want. Use me.”
    Mace closed his eyes and let go. Maggie pressed his legs even farther apart, riding him, sliding her hands from his inner thighs down to his ankles and back up as she changed angles, over and over again. Sometimes she was upright, sometimes bent over at the waist. Jesus, Mace thought he might die. He felt her come, heard her cry out his name, and he wanted to let it go, but he’d promised her that she’d come one more time. He slid his hand down from her breast and slipped a finger between her legs, pressing against her clit.
    “One more time, Maggie, one more fucking time…” He couldn’t say anything more.
    “Yes, Mace, yes…yes…yes.” That little three-letter word was all he needed to send him over the edge. He gripped her hips with both of his hands and held her still. Pumping into her, Mace came. His groan was deep, visceral; it tore from his chest like a lion’s roar.

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    It was a long time before either of them moved. Maggie