Page 23 of Maverick
Oh god.
My thighs were clenching so hard, I couldn’t move. I motioned for the door. Maverick looked over the top of my head and then moved back to my neck, biting down on my earlobe.
“Be quiet, baby,” he said. “Van’s snoozing, but with what I’m about to do to this pussy, you’re definitely going to scream.”
Maverick moved me to bend over the stool. I gripped onto the edge just as he nudged my thighs apart with his knees. Reaching between my thighs, I felt his rough fingers dip between my folds.
His approving growl was all it took for me to pant out a moan of need. “Please.”
“Uh, uh,” he said in my ear. “I told you to be quiet, Tavi. Don’t make me put a muzzle on you.”
Why the fuck was that hot?
I should be enraged. Appalled. Angry. Yet, I was dripping with need for my caveman hottie. I bit down on my lip, just as I felt his hand grip my left thigh and pull it upward. Cool air hit my wet pussy, causing goosebumps to erupt over my heated skin.
“Goddamn, you are stunning like this. Hot and needy for me. I could get used to having this every goddamn morning.”
His voice was low, his need for me evident with how gravelly his voice was.
“Mav…”
I didn’t have to wait long. He notched his cock at my entrance and in one thrust, he entered me. I cried out in a harsh whisper, biting down on my bottom lip until I could taste blood. He had slid into me with such ease. Tight, and yet not. That didn’t even make sense and yet, it did. It was like he was made for me, and I, for him.
His pumps were low and steady, his cock stretching me in the most delicious way. My eyes were rolling into the back of myhead, as one hand held onto me on the stool, while the other wound into my hair, yanking me upright. My back to his chest, he suckled on my neck, eliciting a low moan from me.
“I said quiet,” he snapped harshly, his hand slapping against my mouth hard. I could barely breathe with the way he fucked into me, relentlessly. The sounds of our fucking was loud to my ears, but probably wasn’t even registering outside of this room. I could never quit this feeling, this feeling of being so full, so content, so fucking turned on I could barely see straight. His hard fingers pinched the skin around my mouth as his balls slapped up at my pussy lips.
Without thinking, my tongue came out and traced patterns over his fingers. I could taste myself, and him, sweat and maybe maple syrup. It was a combination that sent me hurtling over the edge. My pussy squeezed him tight, earning me a low grunt, as he rode out my orgasm.
“You want my fingers, baby?" he asked. “Take them.”
His hand moved from my mouth, before I felt his fingers slide in between my lips and hold my tongue down. Something about the movement was so goddamn hot that I could feel my pussy squeeze him again.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” he asked, his rough voice in my ear. “Give me another one, baby.”
Fuck, how? I just came. I couldn’t possibly come again. I meant to shake my head but his hand restricted my movement. The hand that wasn’t on my mouth, slid down over my hip and located my clit, rubbing the sensitive nub slowly, dipping into my pussy for lubrication, before bringing it back up. The sensation of his rough fingers along with how wet I was, and the way he was grunting into my ear sent me spiralling into another orgasm before I could think anything of it. I cried out around his fingers, the sound muted, but still loud. We both stilled fora moment, listening for Van to call out, but he didn’t make a sound.
That was all Maverick needed before he was pumping into me hard and fast, his own orgasm breaching. His breathing became laboured, his fingers pushing down on my tongue before I felt his cock twitch inside of me, and his cum hit so deep, I was worried I’d taste it.
We stayed like that, for a few moments, his fingers still inside of my mouth, his cock slowly sliding out of me, along with both of our releases down my thigh. Once our breathing returned to a regular pace, I licked around his fingers with a lazy smile on my face.
I was fucking content. Happy. Delirious.
And I couldn’t remember the last time I could ever say that.
Slowly, Maverick removed his fingers from my mouth and pulled himself back, his hands on my hips, helping me to stand. I was resting my back against his chest, his arms coming to support my waist, his lips on my neck again.
“Go wash up, I’ll make you something to eat.”
His kiss on the back of my neck almost had tears falling down my cheeks. I nodded, heading back to the bedroom, passed a sleeping Van and into the bedroom, before I showed him just how fucking much that meant to me.
I was going to fall in love with him.
And he was going to burn me.
Yet, I couldn’t stop.
Maverick
