“Mags, baby, we’re going to be late!”

  Derek tried his best to tie his dark red tie, but there was no luck. He considered going to this award ceremony without it, but he knew Maggie would want him to have it. Before he could regret buying the clip on, Maggie came out of the bathroom, placing a back on a beautiful set of long, diamond earrings. Derek couldn’t believe his eyes.

  Maggie’s crimson red dress was stunning. It hung low on her shoulders, but there was a bit of sleeve that flowed down to her elbow. The fabric connected in the middle, and it shaped her breasts in a way that made them appear perfectly round and perky. The middle of the dress hugged her waist, accentuating her hips. It flared around the bottom, going just above her knees. She wore black heels that had laces across the front of her feet, and the open toe design showed her white painted toes.

  Maggie’s hair was done beautifully, her dark brown curls coming together in a loose bun, with a few pieces hanging stray. She had done her makeup simply, with a small black wing and mascara, and a bold red lip. Her long diamond earrings and simple necklace tied the whole look together. Derek was in awe of her, and she could tell.

  Derek gestured helplessly to his tie. Her smile lit up the room as she sauntered to Derek and helped him fix it.

  “You look stunning,” he breathed. Maggie smiled brightly at him and met his brown eyes with her green and gold flecked ones. His hand found its way to her waist, and she put her arms around him. Their lips met in one sweep, and the kiss overwhelmed her. She felt like the air was being taken from her and she melted.

  “We have to go,” she said, pulling back, “I don’t want to miss the ceremony.”

  --

  The ceremony was good, and Maggie won an award for employee of the year and got a cash prize as well as a small silver trophy with her name engraved atop it. Maggie and Derek sipped on wine, and Maggie grew drunk by the time the ceremony ended. She was so happy. This was her life now. She was good at her job, she had an amazing fiancé, and her life was on an uphill swing. The fat bonus check was exciting for Maggie, too.

  When they returned home, Derek watched as Maggie took off her makeup. Even drunk, she looked stunning. Her hands were so delicate, every movement, every swipe of her face was so gentle. He was consumed by her, like a gentle fire.

  Derek went up behind Maggie as she took her hair down and wrapped his arms around her waist, trailing kisses along her shoulders. She shuddered and turned to face him. Her eyes looking up at him through long lashes, she couldn’t help but wrap her arms around his neck. Derek landed a passionate kiss on Maggie’s lips, and soon they were tangled up in each other.

  Maggie’s hands were tangled up in Derek’s hair, and Derek had his hand placed firmly on the back of her neck. He grabbed her and picked her up her by her ass with one hand, and they continued to kiss fiercely as he carried her over to the bed and laid her down, their lips not leaving one another’s.

  She felt that familiar warmness in the pit of her stomach, and she reached for Derek’s clothes, urging him to take them off. Derek took off his shirt quickly, not caring if he was snagging buttons. He reached for his tie, but Maggie held his hands.

  “Keep it on,” she breathed, her eyes looking him up and down – his muscled chest was glistening, and she wanted to eat him like a wild animal.

  Derek landed another kiss on Maggie, pulling off each item of her clothes, one by one. He kissed her neck, nipping right at her collarbones, and she let out a soft whimper. He lazily dragged the tip of his tongue down her chest kissing and licking, then stopping to place a nip on one of her breasts. Maggie bit her lip, and he continued licking, kissing, licking, kissing, until he reached the beginning of her clit. He placed a soft kiss on it, making Maggie put her hands in Derek’s hair. He looked up at her and his brown eyes darkened with lust, and his grin was playful and demanding. Derek knew she wanted him. He knew that the soft pleading in her eyes was just her way of begging. But he wasn’t going to let her off easily.

  Derek kissed her hips. A tingling sensation erupted from Maggie. Slowly, and nipped on them too. He grinned again when Maggie’s hips flared upward, but he wrapped his arms underneath her legs and again, kissed her thighs. It held her in place well enough.

  “Do you want it?” Derek said, placing a soft kiss just above her clit. Maggie was soaked, and Derek watched as she bit her lip and nodded. Derek nipped her thigh.

  “I want to hear you say it.”

  Maggie threw her head back in desperation. Derek dragged his tongue all the way up her clit, slowly, just once, before looking back up at her.

  “Say it.”

  Maggie let out a soft moan. “I want you. I want you to eat me.”

  Derek grinned slowly; his eyes wild. They seemed to say, “I will eat you like my last meal.”

  And he went to work. His tongue flicked on Magnolia’s wet pussy, and ripples of pleasure wracked Maggie’s body. He was skilled, flicking his tongue so gently, yet fervently. He was barely tapping the perfect spot, but he was doing it so quickly that it was too much and not enough at the same time. Maggie’s moans rippled through the air as he gripped her legs, keeping her from squirming away from him. He looked up at her with dark eyes, ones full of lust and desire. Maggie threw her head back, her legs becoming more soaked as he let out a deep moan between her thighs. He swirled his tongue around the sweet spot on her clit, and she could feel the passion rising, her breaths becoming shallower, and her legs trembling.

  Derek moaned and slipped a finger inside her as he drank her like a fine wine. His fingers were just as skilled as his tongue, and he managed to make them move in time with every stroke of his tongue. Then, just as she was going to climax into his mouth, he stopped. His eyes darkened as he lifted his head up just enough for her to see his mouth drenched from her. Maggie’s legs were trembling, her stomach stopped too close to the edge, and she could feel herself writhing. She needed him, and she needed the release. She felt desperate for it, like a wild animal.

  “I like how wet you are for me.” He hadn’t removed his fingers from inside her yet. “I think I’ll torture you for a bit, hmm?”

  Maggie’s breaths were sharp as she spoke. “Please,” she whined.

  Derek moved his fingers achingly slow inside of her. “Please, what?”

  “I want to come in your mouth,” she spat with frustration, “so if you would continue, I’d make it worth your while.”

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  “Mmm,” he purred, moving another finger inside her. Two fingers now, moving so slowly. Maggie moaned, moving her hips in pleading. “Alright then.”

  Like an animal, he crashed his mouth on her clit, just eating like he had never before. His hands were fast, feverish, and his tongue did not stray, and was not out of rhythm from his skillful fingers. Maggie grew closer and closer again to the edge, moaning louder and louder.

  She could not hold back her release as he took her in his mouth, holding her clit with his lips and tapping the right spot with his tongue. His hands went crazy inside of her. Maggie let out a pleasure filled scream, and as the orgasm wracked her body, and her back arched, and her eyes flitted closed, she moaned his name. Loud. Direct. Clear. He had given her orgasms other women would have only dreamed of. He slowed his movements with her orgasm, as if he knew not to overdo it as he worked her down right back up again.

  She wanted him. All of him inside of her.

  “Fuck me, Derek,” she breathed.

  Derek grinned and kissed his way up her body, before kissing her deeply. After the kiss, he got up off the bed and took his pants off, slowly, teasingly. She watched as his cock sprang out, and he was at full length. He was bigger than average, but so thick. Maggie’s mouth was watering as he climbed on top of her. He rubbed himself against the top of her clit as they kissed, and Maggie let out a moan on his lips as he slipped inside of her. He was careful not to jam himself inside, but instead slowly filling her up. Her eyes widened as she looked up at him, and he continued to be gentle… for about five seconds. He thrusted his hips with fierceness, and she was moaning loudly as her breasts moved with each thrust. Derek pulled out, flipped Maggie over and fucked her from behind. He kissed her shoulders, her neck, and pulled them both up on the bed. He ravaged every inch of her insides as he held her waist with one hand and grabbed her breasts with the other, moving his hands up to move her face closer to his as he kissed her deeply.

  Derek let out a lustful laugh. “You take my dick so good.”

  Maggie only let out a moan at that. She liked that he was vocal, and both gentle and aggressive.

  “You feel so good, so wet…” His breath was hot in her ear as he thrusted harder and faster. Maggie felt pleasure erupting like wildfire in every part of her body. Her legs were trembling, and she felt as if she could collapse on the bed.

  “Magnolia, do you like it when I fuck you like this?” He asks.

  When Maggie only lets out a moan in response, he puts his arm around her and grabs her neck. “I said, do you like it when I fuck you like this?”

  Maggie gasped at the fierceness. “Y-yes,” she breathed.

  Derek flipped her over on the bed and kissed her, their tongues barely touching as he slipped back inside her and continue to fuck her. Maggie couldn’t take it anymore, and neither could he. He let out a deep moan as he came, hard. His head dropped on her shoulder and she gripped his hair as his last thrusts made her reach her own orgasm.

  “Fuck,” he breathed, touching his forehead to hers. They were both breathing heavily, smiling as they planted sweet kisses to each other.

  “Would you like some water, my love?” He asked soflty.

  She nodded, feeling her dry mouth. “I would love some.”

  Magnolia laid on the bed for a while, happy and content. She felt as if she could lay in the bed forever and she would be happy. Here with Derek, the love of her life. He was supportive, and kind, and was incredible in bed. She couldn’t imagine a more thoughtful man.

  When Derek returned, he had a whole tray of things. He brought her favorite chamomile and lavender tea, some chips and grapes, and two big glasses of water. He was still bare naked, and his hair was a mess on the top of his head. Derek looked like a marble painting, and Maggie considered jumping on him again, right then and there.

  “Hey now,” he said with a grin on his face, setting the tray down on the bedside table, “I will continue to fuck you, but at least recharge first.”

  Derek handed her the small bowl of potato chips and her tea, and she sipped on it. The tea was so warm and perfect. She groaned softly, the tea was perfect temperature, and the chips were absolutely perfect.

  Once she was finished her tea and drank a little water, she looked over at Derek, who was now rock hard, and got on top of him, which started yet another wild ride.

  Maggie woke in bliss. Her heart felt full, and her naked body felt warm against her satin sheets. Her hands wandered across the bed to find an empty space. Maggie’s eyes shot open as she looked around the room. Derek wasn’t there. Maybe he went to the bathroom. Magnolia realized her mouth was dry, so she stood up to put on a robe and immediately fell to the floor. She must have stood up too fast. When she stood again, she felt better, but still out of it. The white soft robe hung neatly beside the bedroom door, and she put it on. Man, it’s hotter than usual in here, Maggie thought. She opened the bedroom door and smoke billowed inside. Maggie threw her hands towards her mouth and started coughing violently as it filled her lungs. She ran down the hallway of their beautiful home to find flames. Flames, everywhere. She couldn’t believe her eyes.

  Before she knew it, there was a loud crash. The ceiling was caving in. She might die if she didn’t get out of the house.

  Maggie’s heart thudded deeply in her chest. Her lungs screamed as she fell to the ground. Fire alarms began to wail as Maggie tried to focus but couldn’t think about anything other than staying alive. Get out, Maggie thought, right now! Get out or you’re going to die.

  There was nothing she could do except crawl forward as the flames slowly started to follow her. They wrapped around her entire beautiful three bedroom and two bath home. Maggie’s heart thudded in her chest as she went down the stairs, trying to take slow breaths. Her mind wandered to Derek, and she wondered where he was, if he had made it out alive. Is this it for me? She wondered. Am I meant to be here, suffocating by fumes and smoke?

  The once beautiful blue wallpaper was now black with soot, paintings falling off the walls. Memories of Maggie and Derek working so hard to frame and hang up in their proper places flooded her mind. She couldn’t dwell on that, though. Staying alive was her biggest priority right now.

  Maggie’s eyes started watering, her vision becoming more and more unfocused. She couldn’t think about anything other than making it to the door. The door, she thought, it’s so close… I just need to make it… Her body ached for the feeling of fresh, cool air. She could only imagine it, but the heat from the flames was not enough to let her live in her fantasy. Her survival was in full swing. The wooden railing beside her was starting to sway, and she could tell it was going to fall. Maggie’s hands blindly touched the soft wood of the steps and excitement started to flood her body. She was not far away from the front door. The hands she used to paint every beautifully colored wall, mural, and room were now caked in soot, and each finger she used to trace along the railing of her stairs were dry, cracked, and bleeding.

  Maggie could feel herself growing weaker by the minute. There were only a few feet between her and the door at this point. She heard cracking noises from behind her, and in front of her. Maggie heard sirens, loud shouting and chatter. There had to be paramedics outside. Firefighters. Police. Someone, anyone. Maggie had never felt more alone than she did in that moment, her body mind fighting her body for strength, but her body refusing to move any further than the base of the steps. Maggie’s arms gave way and her head thudded to the floor. Her legs were on the last step, her body on the hot carpet. It took everything in her to gather her strength. Maggie thought about giving up. Just lying down and letting the fumes take over.

  Maggie’s hands pushed her body upward and she let out a cry that came out more like a hoarse croak. “Help!”

  Her voice cracked and her lungs filled with smoke. Maggie couldn’t contain her painful coughs.

  She turned around to see the staircase railing cracking and breaking at the base. Almost as if everything was in slow motion, the railing fell in flames. She let out a quick gasp as a scream escaped from her lips. Pain. Searing pain from her legs. Maggie’s gasp caused her to inhale even more smoke, her breath catching as she started to choke and cough.

  Maggie’s breaths became even more labored as she coughed.

  She felt like her lungs were on fire.

  Maggie’s body was giving.

  Desperately, Maggie tried to move the railing from her legs. Her bleeding hands trembled, her body caked in ash and soot. The wood got up just an inch or two before crashing right back down on her now broken legs. She didn’t have the energy to scream, just cry softly.

  The next thing she would remember was her body feeling weaker than ever and everything turning white.