Page 88 of Bitter Beats

“Please,” I murmur, wanting to feel the heat of his skin pressed against me once more.

I clutch at his shoulders, and he comes willingly. I work his slacks down his legs and reach for him, my eyes widening at his impressive length. I want to run my fingers over his shaft, feel him harden even more against my palm, but he swats my hand away.

Instead, he tears my panties at my hip. They fall away in a crumple of lace. Mav’s mouth is hot as it travels down the center of my body. His tongue dips into my belly button, and I giggle.

He looks up, the seriousness in his gaze fading as pure amusement fills his irises. Then, his tongue parts my center, and I call out, swearing.

Mav’s hands palm my breasts, and I’m grateful I ditched a strapless bra for the evening. It would have been futile; one more distraction. One more layer between all that Mav promises and me.

His thumbs roll over my nipples as his tongue laps at my core, slow and lazy. My hips buck once, and Mav grunts.

“Gonna give you what you want, baby,” he promises.

Then, he sucks on my clit as two fingers enter me.

“Yes,” I moan, my eyes closing. Jesus, how long has it been?

So many months. Too long.

And it’s never been this good. I’ve never felt this comfortable. At ease. Mentally connected to the moment.

No, I normally go somewhere else. My mind travels to distant places while my body moves. I keep those memories—that night—locked in a box.

For a heartbeat, they come back to life.

Branson’s snarl, his narrowed eyes. The weight of his body as it covered mine. Can’t breathe; can’t move.

I buck again, and Mav looks up sharply. Whatever he reads in my expression has him sliding up my frame, his hands brushing my hair away from my face.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Need you,” I beg.Make me forget. Make me feel. Make me whole.

“Fuck, beauty,” Mav swears. He deftly rolls on a condom. His fingers slip between my thighs again, and all thoughts of Branson are banished.

As they should be.

Instead, the sound of my arousal ripples through the air. A shudder works through my body, the beginning of an orgasm building.

“Right there,” I murmur.

“Wanna see you come. Want you to shatter while you ride me,” Mav declares. He positions himself between my legs. “Look at me, Mckenna.”

My eyes snap open. Mav holds my gaze, blue to navy, as he pushes inside me. And fuck, he’s massive. Rock hard and velvet smooth.

“Maverick,” I moan.

He grins and rolls us so I’m on top, straddling him.

“Ride me, beauty,” he commands, one hand grabbing a handful of my ass. “Show me how you like it.”

Fuck, his words turn me on. The control he gives me fills my lungs with air. My body relaxes, and I begin to grind on top of him. As I slide up and down, I lean forward and brace one handin the center of Mav’s chest. His hand covers mine, trapping my fingers against the steadiness of his heartbeat.

My eyes flash to his, and he holds my gaze. His expression is open. Genuine. Hot and centered, and fuck, he’s everything.

At this moment, Maverick Tate flips my world upside down.

Pressure builds, and I increase the pace, the sound of my ass hitting the tops of his thighs turning me on as much as Mav’s encouragement.

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