Page 46 of Maverick

She was so fucking responsive that I couldn’t hold back any longer, not when she squirmed beneath me and molded her hands over my body. I stood and removed my boxers.

“Um.”

I froze. “Yeah?”

“That thing is huge,” her eyes were wide as she stared at my cock.

I smiled. “Thanks, I’m pretty fond of him. I’ll go slow,” I promised, and took my spot between her thighs, rubbing my cock through her slick folds. “Fuck.”

“So good.” She angled her hips and I slid into her tight, wet pussy as slowly as I could, despite the way she pulsed and clenched around me. “More, please.” She thrashed her head back and forth, arching into me.

I gripped her tits in my hands, flicking my tongue against those hard nipples as I slowly entered her. She was so fucking tight it was a miracle I didn’t slam deep and pound us both to orgasm. “Fuck,” I bit out when my balls hit her ass.

“Oh! Yeah, that’s delicious.” She squirmed and wrapped her legs around me, and that was it.

Her pussy was so wet and so hot, I couldn’t help myself. Moving like a man possessed, I thrust into her over and over again while she gripped my forearms and then raked her nails down my back. I moved faster and deeper.

“Maverick, oh yes!”

I smiled at her excitement, her arousal. Her desire for me. “You’re close.”

She shook her head. “I don’t, I mean, I’ve never.”

I ended those words with another kiss, shoving my tongue deep into her mouth the same way my cock pounded into her.

I felt every twitch and every quiver around my cock, reading her body like my favorite book as I fucked her until her body tensed. I pulled back because I had to watch as shock filled her eyes, and then she let go. It was beautiful. It was sexy as fuck. It was perfect.

She was perfect. “That was…I can’t believe you did that!”

“Then just wait, because I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk straight tomorrow.”

She gasped and then smiled. “Yes, please.”

Fuck, I didn’t think I would ever get enough of this woman. She was the perfect mix of innocence and passion. No matter what I did—fucked her from behind or let her ride my cock—she dived right in, determined to enjoy every moment. I lost myself in her body, in her pleasure.

“This isn’t possible.” She leaned forward, planting her hands on my chest seconds before she came around my cock, pulling a powerful orgasm from me with a roar. “Holy. Shit.”

“I think you missed your calling as a cowgirl,” I told her when I finally caught my breath.

She laughed. “Oh my god, that’s…whoa!” She laughed again. “Who knew laughing did that?”

She was so fucking refreshing that I knew—without a doubt—there was no fucking way I was letting her walk away. “Knock, knock.”

She froze, eyes wide and then laughed again. “Funny.”

Eventually, Grace collapsed from an overdose of pleasure, curling up against my chest with one hand resting low on my stomach as she drifted off to sleep.

Too bad when I woke up as the sun rose, my bed was empty. Hell, my house was empty.

But she’d left breakfast and coffee in the kitchen.

Goddammit, I am in so much trouble.

Chapter 24

Grace

Maverick was right. I couldn’t walk straight all day, but I couldn’t even find it in myself to be upset about it, or the teasing from Mabel and Mrs. P that followed me around all day.

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