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Going back behind me, he got on his knees and licked my ravaged pussy, helping with my recovery so we could go again. It wasn’t unusual for us to fuck three or four times per session.
Soon enough, I was ready. Gavin wasted no time in turning me over onto my back and penetrating me once again, this time fucking me at the edge of the bed, my legs draped over his elbows. I’d never really thought of myself as particularly kinky, but I really liked it when Gavin took control, keeping me from moving too much.
He lasted longer the second time, still pulling out in the nick of time, dividing his load between my mouth and my face, just as the trembles of my own orgasm vibrated up from my pussy, giving me the best of all worlds.
I was so glad to have met him— despite the crazy circumstances— and to be marrying him for real, finally, after all this time. I knew we would be happy together for the rest of our lives.
All because I had gone to that therapy appointment, and Kenny and Raquel had walked in. I guessed I should be thankful to them, but I was too busy feeling lucky that I had met Gavin and that everything had turned out so good— and so real— in the end.
Gavin
Later, I stroked Maggie’s hair as she stopped gently sucking my cock after I had shot my cum into her mouth. Her rosy cheeks glowed, and I thought it was adorable how flushed she got when we fucked.
I slipped my cock from her mouth, Maggie giving it up reluctantly, keeping both of her small, warm hands where they were— one fondling my balls with the other wrapped around my shaft.
We kissed passionately as she lovingly continued to massage and stroke me. It was almost as if she was trying to get me hard again.
This year had been a whirlwind. The TV show had been a roaring success and topped the ratings week after week. Season two had been given the green light, and all the main cast had secured a million dollars an episode.
And on top of that, Kris Applegate had called out of the blue, asking me to audition for her again. I did, and she offered me the part I had lost while I was in Ireland fixing my family. The other actor she’d offered it to had to pull out due to other work commitments.
Next week, Maggie and I were going to London, where we would stay for the next three months while I filmed. The movie could catapult me into the big leagues. And it was all thanks to Maggie and the good luck— and love— she brought my way.
My dad was sober. For now, anyway.
He was still an arsehole, but he was a sober one. He didn’t remember much of his life, or so he said. I didn’t think he wanted to remember because the reality of what a dick he’d been was too much to face up to.
Eoin had moved to L.A. and was working as a camera assistant. When it came to him, I would pull every favor I could. He had stars in his eyes and dreamed of writing and directing. Nothing was stopping him.
Patrick was still in Israel, and Jim, Liam, and Noel were still in Belfast, keeping an eye on our dad.
“I have something to ask you,” Maggie said, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Of course, darlin’.”
“Do you think— I mean, do you think it would be possible to, uh, try anal?”
My cock instantly hardened.
“We can try. Though it might—”
“Hurt?”
“Aye. Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” She stroked her fingertips up and down my chest. “I would like to try. If it hurts too much, we can always stop. I want to do something different to celebrate. It’s not every day a girl gets engaged.”
“If it gets to be too much, tell me. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”
Confusion furrowed her forehead.
“What should I do? Get onto all fours? Go over onto my back?”
“I think it’ll be best on your side, love.”
“Okay,” Maggie said, positioning herself onto her side.
I gently bent her legs so that they were up against her chest and started massaging and squeezing her ass with one hand while working her pussy with the other. Before long, she came, shaking gently with a low-level orgasm.
While she was still relaxed, I moved my hand down to her asshole, bringing her wetness with me, and massaged gently in small circles. Maggie moaned as I stimulated her puckered nerve endings, moving my hand from her pussy to her hip as I kept stroking, helping her to relax.
Once she was completely relaxed, I leaned down and used my tongue like I did on her pussy, getting her as wet as I could.
When Maggie was as ready as she was going to be without the help of a butt plug or lube, I lightly pressed the head of my cock against the rosette of her ass. She moaned slightly but didn’t pull away.
I eased the head all the way in before she made another sound. This time it was a bit of a cry.
“You okay, sweetheart?”
She let out a long breath.
“Yeah, I’m okay. It’s a new experience, but it feels good.”
I reached down and stroked her pussy as I gave her a moment to get used to the feeling of my intrusion. When she relaxed enough, and her breathing evened, I started to move again, easing my cock about halfway into her
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