Page 56 of Maverick

He chuckled. “You like it. Tell me you like it.”

I said nothing for a long time and then I felt it, his tongue, wide and flat as it slid from my opening all the way up until I shuddered and bucked off the bed.

“Tell me.”

I said nothing still and he laughed again, licking me over and over, slowly at first and then faster and faster. His tongue swirled around my clit like a snake playing with its prey, every move making my arousal spike. My desire pressed to the surface in a way that overwhelmed me, and I didn’t know how to act, how to respond.

My body clutched at him, holding him closer while also pushing him away. I’d never felt anything this good before, not even the first time I was with Maverick. It was too much. My body pulsed and I knew my orgasm was imminent.

And then he stopped.

“What are you—” The words died on my mouth at the sight of his teasing grin. “Oh my god, seriously, you want me to say it?”

He nodded.

“Yeah, okay. I love it that you’re dirty. It’s hot in a way I hadn’t expected.”

With that, he leaned forward, his big hands gripping my ass while he feasted on me like I was a slice of watermelon on a hot summer day. He devoured me, fucking me with his tongue and his lips and teeth, pleasuring me until the dam broke and I had to cover my mouth to stifle the shouts and moans of pleasure he pulled out of me.

“So fucking beautiful when you come,” he said as he stared at my face while his fingers and thumb never stopped moving until my body collapsed against his bed in a messy pile of sweaty limbs and smiles.

“That was…holy shit, Maverick.”

“I could spend forever between your legs. The sounds you make, the way you grip my hair when something feels especially good. The way your pussy drenches when I flick my tongue over your clit, so fucking hot.”

I rolled my eyes. “You don’t have to say that, and you don’t have to do…that.”

“I don’t have to do anything, Grace. But why would I deprive myself of those sexy sounds, of knowing that it’s my mouth turning you into a wild animal?” He stood and shucked off his underwear, showing off the proof to go with his words. “How do you want it?”

His question shocked me, and then I smiled, sitting up and turning around so I was on my hands and knees. “Is this okay?”

He smacked my ass with one hand while his cock pressed against my opening. “So much fucking more than okay, Grace.” He smacked it again and a low moan escaped.

“Why do I like that?”

“Some kinks can’t be explained.” He smacked me again and again with every inch he sank into me. “Fuck, so wet. So good.”

“Maverick, yes.” I tossed my head back and arched my back, which allowed him to sink even deeper. “Oh god!” I began to move and buck against him. “Oh fuck,” I moaned when his big hands gripped my ass and he pounded into me hard and fast. “Yes!”

“Ah, shit, Grace.” His hands moved up to my waist, gripping me tight as he pounded, thrusting deeper and deeper. So deep, tears sprang to my eyes as another wave of pleasure rushed over my skin.

I didn’t get it. How was it so good like this with a man I barely knew? It was shocking. It was terrifying. “Maverick,” I moaned as goosebumps ran up my flesh.

“I know, babe. Let go. Come all over my cock. Drench me in your come, Grace. Do it.”

My heat flamed at his dirty words, but they did the trick, and when he reached out to pinch my nipples, my orgasm shot out of me like a rocket, fast and powerful and over far too fucking soon. “Goodness,” I moaned as my legs shook and my arms gave out.

“Fuck. Stay like that,” he commanded as his cock swelled inside me. “This angle is every-fucking-thing.”

He wasn’t wrong. It felt different. He felt deeper and thicker, and I felt fuller, but every scrape of his thickness against my walls sent a shiver through me. Eventually, those shivers turned into aftershocks, and I found myself pushing back against him to take more of him. “Oh god!”

Maverick pinched one nipple while the other grabbed my hair, and before I could think about whether I liked it or not, another orgasm—my third—burst free, more powerful than the first two.

“Fuck, babe. Milk my cock!” He fucked me harder and deeper until my own orgasm faded and his exploded in a cloud of growls and cruse words. He bent over and I felt his teeth nibble at the small of my back. “Oh fuck, you wrecked me, Gracie.”

Gracie? My lips curled into a smile, and I buried my face into the mattress, enjoying the soft kisses and nibbles he gifted me until we were both sated and exhausted and lying side by side on the bed. “Sex is amazing.”

He laughed. “Sex with you is fucking amazing, Gracie. You just give yourself over to it so freely, and that shit is so fucking sexy.”

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