Page 81 of Tempting Her Dragons

He bites. “Don’t move,” he rumbles, and I close my eyes.

“Yes, Sir.” I stop, fighting my need.

“That’s it,” he says. “Your pussy is soaked, baby.” He drags his teeth to my hip and sucks. “I want you to come, just like this.”

“I can’t,” I protest, needing his hands on me.

“You can,” he commands. “Come for your mate. For your Sir.”

“Fuck.” I drop my forehead to the window. He pulls the fabric up, rubbing harder, longer, back and forth.

“Such a sweet pussy,” he says softly. “Do you want my cock?”

“Yes, please,” I moan.

“Then you have to come,” he says.

“Sir.” The pressure is building, but I need him to fill me. He takes his mouth away, and I flex my fingers. “No.”

“You can have my mouth after you get there,” he says. “What a gorgeous view I have. Once you come on your panties, I’ll give you my cock. I can’t wait to feel that pussy around me. I bet it’s so tight and wet.”

“Maverick,” I whimper. I lift my head, staring without focusing on anything outside, the fire beginning to flow over me. I thought I had gained some experience with men. I thought sex was a basic act to relieve tension. Shifters thrive on touch, but I hadn’t. Being with my mates, I know I needed the right men to teach me how good it can be.

“Get there,” he rasps.

“Yes,” I cry as I reach for it. He moves his hands even faster as the wave of pleasure consumes me. It rolls hard and fast. Before it leaves me, Mav is up, and I hear his zipper lower.

“Tilt your hips,” he growls. He enters me with one thrust. “Fuck, yes.” He curls over me, his hand fisting my hair, and I push back, urging him to take me how he wants.

“Yes, Sir.” I submit to him, my body barely done with the orgasm, but knowing the heat will be built quickly.

“Meant for me,” he says, and his hand slaps the window beside mine. “This pussy belongs to me.”

“Yes,” I hiss.

“Fuck, I want to fill you with my come,” he says, and I contract. “Do you want babies?”

“Mav, yes.” I have always wanted a house full of children.

“Our babies,” he groans. “We will fill you up every day. I can’t wait to see you round with our child.” The thought turns me on even more. I’m sure there is a more appropriate time to discuss the idea of children, but his willingness to build a family with me makes the pleasure rise higher. “You like it.”

“I want that,” I confirm.

“Good, now milk my cock. Pull the come from it.”

“Jesus,” I cry. His dominance, words, and the stretch of his cock engage every sense. He speeds up, the angle hitting all the right spots. His hand pulls, and I drop my head back, my mouth open in ecstasy.

“My good girl,” he hums. “You want to give me everything.”

“I do, Sir. Everything.” His rhythm changes to short thrusts of his cock, grinding before every push.

It is overwhelming in its intensity, and I come. My mouth opens, my mind screaming his name, but no sound comes out. Maverick’s roar echoes around us as he fills me, his hips pistoning for a minute and then stopping all movement, holding deep inside.

We collapse, pressing against the cool glass, our bodies drained. Our breath creates a film in front of us. I open my eyes. I must have closed at one point and hastily see our reflections. Mav’s head is next to mine.

“Next time, we take all our clothes off,” I whisper, and a laugh bursts out of him.

“Alright, baby.” He slowly stands straight, pulling out, his hands at my waist. “Are you good?”

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