Page 124 of Stutter

Her dark brows pin together but the longer she takes to answer, Maverick smacks her three more times on the other cheek, driving deeper into her, every piston of his hips cause her ample breasts to jiggle and sway in a hypnotizing manner.

“No?” She chokes out, trying so hard not to let her eyes roll back but they do anyway.

“Should I tease you? Not let you come for days? Just edge you until you’re a whimpering, drooling, crying mess begging for one of us to let you come?” Maverick asks, “Toplease, please let you come?”He mimics her voice in a condescending falsetto.

“No!”

Maverick drops the leash of her collar and what happens next is…art.

Without withdrawing from her delectable cunt, only shifting his feet, he has her on her back, thighs spread like the gorgeous slut she is, and he smacks her breasts until they’re red, squeezing them roughly, tangles his fingers into her hair by the back of her head, and yanks her up to him until they’re nose to nose. More things are dropping to the floor, but Jonas and I don’t fucking move from where we are. Completely enraptured.

“Open,” Maverick growls. She obeys quickly and he spits into her mouth then shoves his fingers inside, not letting her swallow, fucking her mouth with his fingers in tandem with his strokes. Raven moans around him, his fingers leaving her mouth only to deliver three sharp smacks to her clit, and he plunges them back into her mouth when shesqueals. His gaze snaps to mine as if to ask if I need him to punish her more or if that’s enough and I smirk.

It willneverbe enough.

He pulls out, sinking to his knees, devouring her. Only when she’s vibrating, begging for release does he thrust back into her and we watch as her nectar rushes out of her, landing on his abs. He pulls out, thrusting his fingers to make her squirt again and she screams. He dives into her one last time, forcing her face to his, locking eyes with her as he grunts.

Breathless and spent, he withdraws from her slowly, sitting back in his seat.

She doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Just tries to catch her breath while the beast takes his fill of watching his seed flow out of her abused channel. Without taking his eyes off of her juicy cunt he asks, “How long would it take for her to get pregnant if you cut that fucking thing out of her arm?”

Jonas whips his head around to look at me as does Raven.

“One to twelve months,” I answer.

He hums, reaching his arms out and pushing whatever leaked out back in then leaning to the inside of her knee and slowly inching upward, sucking and laving his tongue on the delicacy that is her flesh. “Do it.”

I look at Raven, so beautiful, glistening from sweat in a healthy afterglow, quivering as Maverick kisses and licks away at her soreness, hands still bound behind her back with nowhere to go. A tired, lazy smirk slowly starts on one corner of her plump, abused lips. Telling me yes. She wants it.

What a naughty, beautiful little bird.

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That evening after dinner, it takes me forty minutes to hack back into Lorne Wood’s records and I find a picture of ‘Andres Marsalas’ aka Arlo Martinez, who has a shaved head.

I groan, scrubbing my hand down my face.

“What is it?” Maverick asks.

“That I’m guessing someone was sending Arlo into Lorne Wood to make sure Raven still wasn’t talking.”

“Start talking.”

So I do, not leaving anything out from what Jonas told me, to my findings, showing him the picture of Arlo with a shaved head.

“And the birth certificate?”

“No father listed and no bank records to show the mother was paid off.”

“What if it was in small increments? Barely noticeable?”

I groan, my eyes exhausted. “I’ll keep looking.”

“Let me know if you need help. I have an IT guy that can look up anything. He just recently helped me with a few cold case files. Syndicate stuff.”

“Is that why you’re constantly holed up in your room? Trying to find the links?”

He stays quiet as we listen to Raven and Jonas breathe deeply in their sleep. “Noticed that, did you?”

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