Page 98 of Savage Cravings

“Fuck, baby, but I can smell how turned on you are for me. Can see how turned on you are.” His hand skimmed up my leg, his thumb pressing down on my clit. A soft sound that I had never made before escaped my lips when he did nothing more than press his thumb there. “Canfeelhow wet you are for me.”

“Please, Maverick,” I begged. I had already begged him to eat me out—what was more begging? Hell, I was so desperate for his touch, his lips, I would have given him my firstborn child if he asked. “Please.”

“Look at you, little monster. Who knew you would be so perfect for me? And you’ll take what I give you, won’t you?”

He replaced his thumb with his fingers, moving up and down my slit.

“Fuck,” I whispered as he teased my opening before moving away and playing with my clit once more. He clamped down on it with his finger, the pressure almost too much.

I shook my head and moved my hand down, trying to get him to lessen up.

“Nuh-uh, naughty girl. Are you trying to stop me?”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. He grabbed the tie and wrapped it around my wrists before moving them above my head. Quick movements and I soon found myself tied to the bar of the headboard. I flexed my wrists and tried to pull my hands away.

I was stuck.

I looked at him with wide eyes. “Maverick.”

I wasn’t sure how I felt about being tied up and under his mercy.

He offered me a wicked grin. “Yes, my beautiful girl?”

His hand moved down my body, stopping at my breast. He molded his large hand around it, squeezing it and playing with me. My back arched as he pinched my nipple.

“Fuck. Please.”

He pulled harder on my nipple, tugging it up until I could think of nothing but sharp pain. I yanked my tied wrists a little harder.

He climbed on the bed and leaned down, replacing his fingers with his teeth.

Fuck, I didn’t know which was better.

“Maverick, please.”

“Yes?”

“You were… you were…”

He smiled. “Can’t you say the words after begging me so prettily before?”

I bit my lip. “Please. I want your mouth.”

“Where, baby? Here?” His mouth closed around my nipple once more, his hand playing with my other breast, massaging the globe gently and driving me insane.

I shook my head, wanting to cry. “No, not there.”

He used the tip of his tongue to flick at my nipple. Hell.

“Where?”

The bastard knew exactly where. He just wanted me to say it. “My pussy. Maverick! Please.”

A sob escaped my lips as he rolled my nipple around with his teeth. The hand he was using to play with my breast tightened its grip, making me lose focus.

Looking up and meeting my eyes, he winked. “Your wish is my command.”

He shifted around, moving his enormous frame in between my legs.

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