Chapter 671 - Six Hundred And Seventy-one: Make A Baby (1/2)

The third point of view:

Warning: sex scene ahead, read at your own expense. Those below eighteen , shoo away.

”Andrew,” Maggie cried out for more. Andrew was not even pleasing her, just tentatively touching her as if he was on an exploration. Inside her cage?

”Why?” he smirked deviously at her, ”You want it that badly?”

But Maggie didn't say anything, she simply bit her lower lip, trying to brace her tingling nerves.

”Answer me!” Andrew retorted, sliding his finger across her fold and causing her to gasp from the sensation.

”Yes!” Maggie had no choice but to reply to him. Right now she needed him right inside of her and that was the one thing he was denying her.

Andrew smiled in satisfaction. Sure, he was going to love her like crazy tonight but he was not going to make it easy on her. She left him for five years and hid her feelings from him, letting him suffer all by himself. He was going to return all the favor to her tonight. He would love her to the extent she would never have any desire for any other man than him. He would be the drug that she's addicted to.

”Good,” He said and began to move his finger inside of her at a slow pace. Maggie hummed in fulfillment, throwing her head back against the door.

His lips found her ear, ”How badly do you want me?” he asked, still rubbing her.

Maggie tried to talk but she could barely coordinate her words as he continued to tease her.

”B-badly,” She managed to gasp out, her legs badly shaking but his other words were there to anchor him.

”Good,” Andrew muttered, satisfied.

Then his fingers began to move faster against her, stroking just the way she wanted and Maggie screamed, her fingers grabbing Andrew's shoulders tight. Her nails dug into his shoulder blades as the pleasure built inside of her with her gasping for air as it overwhelmed her.

Her reaction pleased Andrew and he increased his pace. He had dreamt of this scene a couple of times - Maggie in his arms as he pleased her - and it finally came true. She was his tonight.

A cry erupted from Maggie's lips as an organism breaks free and she falls limp on Andrew's body, panting as if she had just run a marathon. She couldn't explain what just happened, however, she felt liberated, not to mention the fact, she liked this.

Maggie glanced down to discover that Andrew's hands were reaching for his pants and that was when it hit her that he had satisfied her at his own expense and she pushed off him saying,

”Let me,”

He nodded and she got down on her knees, tugging on his pants and that action made Andrew's breath hitched in anticipation.

She pulled down his pants, letting it fall in a heap around his ankles, and then worked on his underwear, pulling it down as his hard staff sprang out and ready for action.

Maggie took a deep breath, he was quite long and she wondered how deep he could go inside of her. Would she even be able to take him? However, she pushed the thought to the back of her head and focused it on his member right in front of her.

There were already beads of his wetness on his tip and she salivated, staring at him like a full course meal set before her to consume. Maggie firstly held him in her palm tentatively and Andrew hissed out, his gaze clouded. She then ran her hand up and down the length of him and he groaned, the sound motivating her.

Maggie lowered her head and tasted him, the salty, liquid registering in her head before she sucked him.

Andrew cursed out and she sucked him as hard as she could while he braced himself, his hand against the door. Then she began to take him further into her mouth until she's full with him, almost choking.