Page 115 of Deliverance

“Uh huh,” I pant.

“Good,” she says before giving the other nipple the same treatment.

My back bows as her hands come behind my back, finding the zipper and slowly pulling it down. When the dress is fully undone, she bunches up the satin material and begins wiggling it off my body, leaving me in my black thong and high heels. Maggie’s finger hooks around my waistband, pulling my thong off when I try to kick off my heels.

“Stop, the heels stay on.”

My eyebrows lift at that. “Yeah? You like how pretty I look in them?” I tease.

“I don’t give a fuck how pretty you look. I want to feel them digging into me as I fuck you. The better I do, the deeper they go.”

See what I mean? No man has ever spoken to me the way Maggie fucking Bartlett does. Thank god for that because I no doubt would have gotten pregnant even before penetration.

Maggie pulls back, taking off her own dress when I realize she never put her panties back on from the closet. Oh shit. Well, whoever is handling coats will find a treasure, I suppose.

Her red hair is like a lion’s mane, wild and full, the deep red color such a sharp contrast to her soft, milky skin. For a redhead, she doesn’t have as many freckles as you’d think. At least, not on her face. Her body is full of them, and I make it my life’s mission to touch every single one with my mouth at least once.

Pushing off the bed for a moment, she moves to her dresser, going to the bottom drawer as she takes her time putting on a strap-on. You’d think the sight would be ridiculous, a woman essentially wearing a penis. I can assure you, it’s not. It’s fucking hot. The way she carries herself, the way she leans against me, the way just her fingers trail down my skin, has me practically shaking, desperate for more, desperate for her.

“Need some more foreplay, baby B? I’m happy to eat that cunt as long as you’ll let?—”

“Fuck me. Now. Please,” I interrupt.

Her hand moves to cup my face as she smiles.

“Anything for you.”

Lining herself up to me, she goes slow, pushing inside me. There is a little more resistance than a regular penis but the feeling of being so full is a welcome feeling. Even more so because when I look up, I see her smiling down at me. I feel myself pulse around the cock in me as Maggie draws back her hips and pushes in again.

A moan escapes me as she does it again and again.

“Fuck,” Maggie whimpers.

“Does that feel good for you?” I ask.

“Hell, yeah it does. I have one inside me, too.”

“Really?” I ask, more than a little intrigued. I didn’t know they could do that.

The only time I’ve ever seen a strap-on is…well when I saw that girl fuck Maggie at Indigonanza. I wonder if this is the same strap on. Has she used it on Maryia before? Scratch that, don’t know, don’t care.

We soon find an easy rhythm that seems to be hitting the good spot for us both. Our hands frantically reach for one another, clambering as if we can’t get close enough.

“I love you, Maggie. I love you so much. I didn’t know that I could ever love anyone, let alone a woman, let alone you. But I do.”

“Shh,” Maggie says, her thumb gently dragging across my cheek as she smiles.

“I love you, Bridgette. So fucking much. Life without you…it’s not life at all.”

My heart soars at her words before she leans down, pressing her lips against mine. I feel my orgasm approach and Maggie rocks into me harder, sending me over the edge. The scream I let out will no doubt have the cops called on us, but ask me if I care. Maggie’s comes seconds later, her body shaking as she continues thrusting, fucking me through her orgasm before collapsing against me.

I couldn’t tell you how long we lay there. Just…being. Her arms are wrapped around me, our breathing perfectly lined up as I trail my fingers against her bare back.

“Wow,” I say, more to myself than anything.

“Yeah,” Maggie murmurs.

My heart rate begins to even, but Maggie’s dildo is still inside me and I feel myself contract around it.