Page 73 of British Daddy to Go

Epilogue

Sean

Ibarely have a chance to get our suitcases in the apartment before my lips are on Maggie’s, guiding her to the master suite.

We just got back from our most recent adventure, a week-long trip to Italy, where Maggie had studied the designs of famous Italian wedding dress designers.

A year ago almost to the day, Maggie applied to a fashion program at a school in New York City. She was accepted and started classes in the fall. We’ve been traveling on all of her school breaks. We went to England over Christmas, as promised, and Maggie fell in love with my home country. During spring break, we traveled to Mexico since we only had a week. This last trip had started the day after her last final of the school year and lasted until now, almost two months later. Before Italy, we’d been in Australia for a month and then China for three weeks.

When Maggie and I had first started dating, I’d vowed to show her the world she’d missed out on. So far, I think I’m doing a great job.

Maggie’s knees finally hit the bed, and I gently push her back onto the white down comforter. She crawls backwards to put her head on a pillow.

Now that Maggie is in the perfect position, I pull off her thong and push her dress up to her waist. Thank goodness she’s not wearing pants! Those take too damn long to remove.

I kiss Maggie’s thighs in the way I know she likes, causing the gorgeous woman to purr beneath me.

“Stop teasing me!” Maggie cries, begging for relief.

I’ll give it to her, but not yet.

I dip my tongue into her belly button and lick my way down her stomach and back between her legs. Maggie’s fingers run through my hair. I haven’t cut it since we left on our trip, so it’s finally long enough for her to hold on to. I may never cut it again.

“Sean,” Maggie moans. I let my lips tease her wet opening with light kisses. She squirms, trying to catch my tongue with her enlarged clit, but I avoid her attempts. Half of the fun is the buildup.

Maggie’s delicious juices flow from her pussy. It was a long flight from Italy, and after an unfortunate incident on our flight to Mexico, we’ve been avoiding the mile-high club. Which means we’re extra ready for each other when we finally touch down. Poor Stefan couldn’t get the partition up fast enough when we got into my limo at the airport.

She’s suffered enough teasing, so I dip my tongue deep into her waiting pussy and listen to her relieved scream. “Oh, Sean!”

My lips suck her clit as she writhes beneath me in pleasure. I move my hands from her stomach to between her thighs. Three fingers are buried inside her within seconds.

Maggie cries out with every touch. “So good,” she pants as I pump my fingers in and out, continuing to lick and suck her most sensitive parts. “Don’t fucking stop!”

She’s become more crass over the last year, and I love her even more for her dirty mouth, especially when it closes around my cock.

It doesn’t take long for Maggie’s breathing to quicken and her entire body to quake beneath me. I continue to plunge my fingers into her pussy as she screams out her climax. “YES, Sean, SO GOOD!”

When her breathing begins to slow, I crawl back up her body. She grins sleepily at me.

“I swear, you somehow get better every time we do that.”

I laugh. “You’re just very sensitive.”

Maggie nods. “You’re right, I am. And so are you.”

Her grin turns devilish as she works on my belt and tosses my pants to the side. My head takes over her place on the pillow. Maggie slides to the edge of the bed to greet my already-hard cock.

She takes the base in her hand and gently licks the tip, causing me to twitch. Maggie likes foreplay before the foreplay as much as I do.

As her tongue touches just the end of my throbbing dick, Maggie’s soft hand squeezes my sensitive balls. “Shit, Maggie,” I moan. “You’re going to make me come already.”

She eases up on the pressure so that I’ll last longer. We both know where I want to be when I come, and it’s definitely not in her mouth.

Maggie is less patient than I am, so it doesn’t take her as long to take my cock down her throat. She’s probably hurrying because of how close I already am, too.

I brush her hair from her face so that I can watch as she goes down on me. How does her tiny mouth take in so much of me? A year of practice has given her the ability to take in almost my entire member. By this time next year, I bet I’ll be balls deep in her throat.

“Maggie, baby, you have to stop,” I groan, though stopping is the last thing I want. “I need to be inside of you.”