Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
Maybe the reason Andrew was not reacting to her kiss was that he had never been serious in pursuing her and had given up on her the instant she pushed him away.
With a sigh, she was just about to leave when he grabbed her arm causing her to glance up at him, stunned. Before she could say a word, Andrew pulled her into his office, shut the door, plastered her body against it, and began to kiss her.
How could she stir him up like this, bringing him up so high only to let him crash badly? No, he couldn’t take it at all. Fuck consent and all because she had been the one to rouse him by kissing him first.
Maggie was mind blown by the kiss. Andrew kissed her like a drowning man starving for air and she kissed him back with the same fervor. Her hand buried into his hair and she bit down on his lower lips arousing him further.
Andrew pressed his knee into her thigh, causing the friction of her cloth to rub against her pulsating core and she moaned into his mouth. The kiss deepened, his tongue plunging into hers while his hand lowered to her back only to grope her bottom.
Maggie moaned once more, pulling him closer to her as if she wanted to mold their body together. They might be wearing clothes but they might as well be naked because there was nothing between them. She felt the bulge in his trousers and his chest was pressed flush against her nipple that had turned taut.
Both of them pulled back for air and that was when Andrew got the chance to look into her eyes. Her pupils were dark with desire and her chest was heaving from their passionate kiss. She wanted this, he discovered. But then, he needed to be sure because sometimes one’s body could be saying something and her mind, another.
Cupping her cheek, his gaze searching hers, Andrew asked her, “Do you want this?”
Does she want this? Maggie mulled over the question. She knew everything would change once she got in bed with him and she couldn’t tell if it would be bad or good. However, Maggie was sure of one thing, she didn’t want to die with the memory of Fernandez being the last man to have her. Sex was a wonderful thing and she wanted her memory of it to be awesome.
“Yes,” Maggie softly said at first, “Yes!” Her voice was firmer as she said the second time, “I want to make love to me, Andrew,” She was resolute.
A smile crossed Andrew’s face but then, he had to remind her what she was getting herself into.
“You do know once you agree to this, I’m never letting you off my bed till morning comes,” his tone was low and sensual. He even went ahead to rub his evident bulge against her causing Maggie to gasp, goosebumps busting all over her skin.
“Are you sure you’re not going to run off?” he dared her with his brows cocked.
However, Maggie said instead, “I’m no longer that weak girl you knew, Andrew. The question is… ” she said, her hand traveling down to rub against his bulge, “can you have enough of me?”
Andrew grunted when she ran her hand against the length of his bulge. The feeling was exhilarating for her and she continued as he leaned against her, burying his nose in the crook of her neck. His breath tingled her and she rubbed him faster, his breath thickening.
He kissed her sweet spot, Maggie trembled. He then took advantage of her reaction and began to suckle that spot causing her head to lull back in pleasure.
Andrew kissed her neck like a work of art, almost as if he was worshiping her. Then he picked the elastic skin between his teeth and bit her. Maggie yelped but he began to kiss her once again, the pain forgotten immediately.
He kissed up the length of her throat while she could only tilt her neck giving more access. Maggie was wet and needed him more than ever. So she started to rub her thighs together to relieve herself but Andrew stopped her.
“You’ve had your fun, now’s mine,” He whispered into her ears, taking her earlobe in between his teeth and nipping at her.
“Ahh!” Maggie experienced pain-filled pressure.
Andrew then let his hands travel down to her butt and then lifted her dress to her hips. Her eyes widened and she tried to stop him but he said smugly, “My turn remember?”
Maggie gulped and she could only stand on shaky legs as his hand slipped into her panties.
“God, you’re so wet for me,” Andrew smiled as he felt her slick fold.
“Andrew,” Maggie moaned, her heart pounding in her throat as he explored her wetness with his fingers.. The feeling was out of this world, so this is what she had been missing out on.
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.