Borrowed by Max Ellendale

Author:Max Ellendale [Ellendale, Max]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-28T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

"Mags?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you help me with this fucking shit?"

Maggie turned away from her trunk that we left in the corner of our room with her old military gear in it. In her half-undressed state, her unbuttoned jeans hung off her hips, and she wore only a bra on top. She crouched in front of me while I wrestled with the knotted shoelace of my sneaker.

"It'd probably be easier if you take it off your foot first," she said, smirking while chuckling at the hole in the side of the canvas. "Also, I can see your toe. Do these still have crime scene blood on them from ten years ago?"

"Mags!" I laughed and wriggled my foot away from her. "Just untie the knot! The lace is wrapped around my ankle."

"What? Why—I cannot even with you right now." She laughed so hard that she could hardly keep her hands from bouncing while she picked at the knot. "Why'd you tie them like this?"

"Because the laces flop too much."

"You need new shoes."

"I like these." I pouted at her and gave up the fight while leaning back on the bed, my ankle resting on my bent knee.

"There." She pulled the laces apart and yanked the shoe off my foot. "I'm buying you new ones."

"I hate the ugly, super bright white rubber on new ones. These are seasoned." I huffed and puffed while she tossed my shoes into the corner.

"They're old." She grabbed the waist of my pants and yanked me toward her. "Like you."

Laughter burst from me and I wrapped my legs around her middle. "Mags! That was evil."

"Uh huh…" She grinned while unfastening my belt, her elbows resting on my thighs. "Know what never gets old?"

"No." My stomach flipflopped with excitement while she urged my pants down my hips.

"Seeing the look on your face when I tear your pants off you," she said, pressing her lips to my bare stomach after pushing up my shirt. Breath left me in heated puffs when she wrapped her finger around the waist of my underwear before tugging them down. "I like boxer briefs on you. Did I ever tell you?"

"Nope. But you bought them for me so…there's that." I grinned and she nipped around my navel.

"At least you wear them." She brushed her thumb over my clit and gazed down at my throbbing pussy like she contemplated the meaning of life or something.

"Babe." I sucked in my breath, letting my hand fall to rest on my stomach. "You're killing me."

"Good." She snared my inner thigh in a playful bite, and I laughed.

"Hey. I thought I was the top in this relationship." I reached for her and she nipped my thumb.

"I just let you believe it." Maggie swatted my hip, and I propped my heel on the bed when she urged me to do so. "You're soaked."

"Your fault for playing with me like prey." My stomach fluttered when she pressed her thumb against my clit again, then rubbed me in slow circles. "Mags…"

Her eyes glazed over while she watched my body respond to her urging.

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