Page 59 of Maverick

She shrugged. “I remember we fell asleep tangled up together, so it was kind of hard to tell.”

My cock reminded me that he was still there, ready and waiting to play. “Grace…” I turned away to grab a pair of boxers for the night.

I slipped into bed and curled my body around hers, waiting for her to pull away. Instead, she snuggled in deeper, nestling her ass right up against my still hard cock. “This is nice,” she sighed. And wiggled.

And then wiggled some more.

“Grace.” My hands went to her hips to still them, but the damn things had a mind of their own and pulled her closer. Fuck it. I leaned forward and kissed that silky strip of skin between her shoulder and neck.

She moaned.

All my good intentions flew out the window at that sound and my hands went to her tits, massaging and kneading them, pinching her already hard nipples. “Fuck, Grace.”

“Yes, Maverick. Yes.” She tilted her head back against my shoulder and arched into my touch. “I need you. Now.”

“That’s all I needed to hear,” I whispered in her ear.

She shoved her pajamas down her legs, leaving her bare and eager. “Maverick, please.”

I made my boxers disappear, gripping her hip with one hand and fisting my cock with the other. I pushed between her thighs, and she lifted one leg to take me into her body. “Fuck,” I moaned when I found her wet and hot as I sank into her. “You feel so good, Gracie.”

“So do you. I want you, Maverick. Just you.”

She cried out when I sank deep, gripping her tits, in my hands and pumping my hips in fast, hungry, desperate strokes. I needed her in a way I’d never let myself need a woman before, and I gave in to it.

“Harder,” she moaned, and arched her back.

I rolled her onto her stomach, keeping my cock buried deep while I raised her ass high in the air and grabbed a handful of hair. “You good?”

“Better than good,” she purred as her pussy clenched around me, wet and hot and so fucking good my spine tingled.

I pounded into her like a starved man, desperate to hear her cry my name. “Grace.”

She growled her pleasure and pushed back, fucking my cock and making it hers. “So. So. Good.”

I gripped her hair tighter and her pussy gripped me hungrily. She liked it. A lot judging by the way her pussy dripped down my cock and thighs.

She was close.

“Come on, Grace. Come all over my cock. Ride this dick until you come.”

“Dirty,” she panted, but my girl did what I said. She arched her back and rode my cock like she was a professional rodeo girl, taking me deeper with every stroke. “You’re getting harder,” she said, her voice full of surprise.

“You have that effect on him.” I gripped her hair and her hips tighter, pumping harder and faster. “Come, Grace.”

A few more strokes and she gave me exactly what I wanted. Her pussy clenched hard and her body shook as she exploded around me. A low moan escaped, and she snatched my orgasm straight from my spine, milking my cock dry. “Oh god, Maverick!” Her orgasm was endless, pulsating and convulsing. Her hips slowed but they didn’t stop until her legs gave out. “Amazing.”

I kissed down her spine, loving the way she shivered under me. “You are amazing.” I kissed her again and rolled onto my back, reluctantly slipping from her body. “I hope that wasn’t just for me.”

She laughed and the sound was sweet and lyrical. Her green eyes opened on me. “No. That was for me too. For both of us. After the first time with you,” she sighed and closed her eyes, “I never slept so well in my life.”

“So you fucked me so we could get some sleep?”

“No, I did it so we could both come. The sleep is the sex cherry on top.”

“Sex cherry?”

She laughed. “You know on top of the sex sundae.” She laughed again and buried her face in my chest. “Hush and go to sleep.”

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