Marie Harte - Working Out

She loved when he did that.

“We do this my way.” He shucked out of his clothes then mounted her and thrust deep. “That’s it. Right there. Yeah. We come together, sub. I love you, Maggie.”

“I love you too, Sir.”

“Even though you have yet to beat me at anything, I love you,” he taunted between thrusts.

Maggie clenched him tightly between her legs. Then she turned her attention to his chest and gave in to the urge to suck and bite his nipples.

She noticed his reaction and sucked his nipples harder.

Mac’s thrusts grew wilder, his breaths faster. He grazed her clit with each pass, and she rode the passion between them, conscious that his pleasure made everything better.

“Yes, Master. Let me pleasure you, Sir,” she begged, on fire to have him. “Come in your willing sub.”

“My dirty little sub,” he growled and came hard, just before she did.

After some time, she roused to feel him stroking her hair. “Dirty, huh?”

“Well, it sounded nicer than naughty slut.” He grabbed her hand before she could slap his chest, and chuckled. “Whatever you are, you belong to me, so it’s all okay,” he said softly. “Fuck, but I missed you, Maggie.”

She nodded. “Me too.” Then she grinned as something dawned on her. “I won.”

“What?”

She rolled him onto his back and sat over him. “Ha! You came first. I won. I beat you.”

He shook his head. “I beat you, Sir . Now I have to spank that ass, because how can my sub look so fine wearing her collar if Master doesn’t give her the discipline and love she needs?”

She blinked down at him and lowered her head. But her smile bloomed bright. “Yes, Master. I love you too.”