78. Chapter 78

She’s naked and she’s wrecked and she’s laying on her stomach and she’s writhing and she’s whimpering in desperate need because Maggie is on top of her and Maggie is inside her and Maggie isn’t quite done telling her how much she loves fucking her.

“My babygirl’s so tight for me, ugh, you’re such a good little girl, you know that?”

Alex bites into her pillow and Alex writhes and Maggie pulls out of her slightly and Alex whines in protest.

“Daddy asked you a question, babygirl, you gonna answer for me?”

Alex half moans and half screams and Maggie waits and Alex tries to back her ass up so Maggie will slip back inside her, will fill her with everything she needs again, but Maggie holds her hips down roughly before pausing, before freezing.

Maggie pauses and stares down at Alex intently before slipping her fingers onto Alex’s palm, waiting for Alex to squeeze back – which she does immediately – their nonverbal safe word for god yes I’m good please don’t stop the scene.

Satisfied with their check in, satisfied with their safe signal, satisfied that Alex feels respected, that Alex feels loved, Maggie obeys; Maggie doesn’t stop the scene, so she continues to hold Alex’s hips down, to demand an answer from Alex before continuing to fuck her.

“I asked,” Maggie’s ragged voice commands again, still pushing down Alex’s writhing hips. “If you know what a good little girl you are for me.”

Alex whines and Alex nods and Alex tries to remember what breathing is.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers, and Maggie growls, and Maggie rewards them both, pushing back down onto Alex’s ass, her strapon slipping back into Alex’s body, and Alex muffles her scream with the pillow and Maggie groans deep in the back of her throat.

“You like being Daddy’s good girl, honey?”

Alex bites her lip and Alex tries not to scream and Alex fails and Maggie smooths the hair off the back of her neck and kisses her gently.

“What’s your color, Ally?” she checks in breathlessly, needing to make sure, needing to know, even though she’s pretty certain from the way Alex is grinding her hips into the bed, into her own hand, that she’s good; because pretty certain isn’t certain enough.

“Green,” Alex gasps, and Maggie smiles in relief, and Maggie fucks her deeper, and Maggie asks her again.

“You like being a good girl while Daddy fucks you nice and deep, honey?”

Alex doesn’t even try to hold back her scream and Maggie grabs for her hand and their fingers interlace and neither of them have never been this wrecked.

“Yes Daddy, I love it.”

“Love what, babygirl? Tell me.”

“I love when you fuck me nice and deep, Daddy. I love feeling you stretch me out.”

Maggie groans and Maggie buries her forehead in Alex’s shoulder blades and Maggie’s thrusts go completely uneven because Maggie is completely unraveled and Alex is way ahead of her, already starting to convulse around Maggie’s strapon deep inside her, around her own hand palming her clit, around the feeling of being completely surrounded by this woman, this woman who checks in with her constantly and who respects her enough to give her exactly what she wants, even when what she wants makes her blush almost as hard as she’s cumming right now.

“I love it too, babygirl. And I love you,” Maggie tells her once she’s gathered Alex into her arms, once she’s kissed every part of her face, once she’s pulled Alex into her chest to listen to her slowly steadying heart beat, to fall asleep to the rhythm of the blood that runs through her veins only, now, for Alex.