Page 37 of Drop His Mask

The reverie in his voice sent shockwaves of desire directly to my cunt and I opened my mouth further.

“So good. All the way back.” Passion saturated his tone as he pumped further into my mouth.

One of his hands found their way to my hair tangling into it. His long fingers stretching and holding me exactly how he wanted to.

“You’re handling it all so well. This feels better than I imagined.”

Better than he imagined?

I didn’t have time to dive deep on the implication of his words before his rough fingers curled into my hair tugging me further onto his cock. For a moment I struggled to breathe, but then I swallowed around him in the back of my throat.

“Too fucking good,” Maverick grunted.

Fueled by his approval, I swirled my tongue as best as I could around him as he continued to choke me.

When black spots marred my vision, he pulled his length all the way out, allowing me one deep breath before he thrust back in, a trail of saliva smearing down my chin. He was making this messier than it needed to be. Almost intentionally.

“Raven, who are you? A broken woman?”

I growled around his cock, vocalizing my displeasure as best I could.

“No, you’re not. You’re a capable woman that has and will continue to bring men to their knees. But will you be our undoing? Will you be what finally unravels our minds?” He was beating a chaotic rhythm into my mouth now.

It was heady, vitriol. The way he was using me for his pleasure only intensified the need for my own release. I tried to shift on my knees for the friction I so desperately needed, but his continued barrage made it difficult.

Unable to catch my breath, let alone answer, he continued. His hips rolling and snapping as he used my mouth for his pleasure. But even still, I knew at any point I could end it. I wasn’t afraid of Maverick. He was acuriosity. Stoic and analytical. A man that gave nothing to anyone. And yet here he was pressing and pushing and thrusting all of his emotions into me.

Before this instance I was almost positive Maverick hated me. But now I was beginning to think it might be the opposite. He might like me…toomuch. And knowing him. Knowing the history of his dead brother, I imagined he didn’t want to care for me at all.

In a game like this, that would be dangerous. A strategic disadvantage.

“Or will you be our salvation?” He spoke so softly I barely caught the words. But the tone was evident.

Adoration.

His cock pulsating in my mouth distracted me from the tumultuous thoughts that poured through my mind.

“Swallow it.”

Warmth filled the back of my throat, and I attempted to not let any escape as he withdrew carefully from my lips.

I expected him to turn tail and run, to realize what he had done and no longer want any part of it, but to my surprise, he bent down and gently tugged me off the ground.

He pushed me back onto the bed and stared down at me.

“Tit for tat,” he stated.

I didn’t have a chance to question his motives before he was tugging my shorts off and dropping to his knees between my thighs.

He remained still, his hot breath fanning against my sensitive skin. But then he leaned forward, his tongue lashing out, finding my clit. He brought a hand up, one finger plunging into my core. A wave of uncertainty circulated through me but then he was lowering his mouth to my cunt. Consuming my thoughts and sparking electricity across my nerves.

“Maverick.”

I arched off the bed, my hands digging into the sheet below me.

This wasn’t sensual in any way, it was clinical. As if I was an experiment he was trying to test. A transaction he wanted more than anything to fulfill. A project he needed to complete.

But it made itbetter.

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