Page 114 of Pit Stop

“You really shouldn’t be licking a spoon like that.”

I grin and then wiggle in my seat.

“I think if we fucked tonight, I’d go into heat. I can feel it. I’m soaked right now.”

Maverick’s nostrils flare.

“Better eat that fast, then. Don’t want to have to take you on the side of the road again.”

“Was that really so bad?”

“No, it was fucking good.”

I grin at him and eat slower. By the time I’m done, Maverick is growling, pulling me into his chest, and kissing me senseless before getting on the bike.

When he drives me back home, my hand is shamelessly on his cock. I don’t even care if anyone sees. They can look if they want. He’s mine.

All mine.

As we fall through the apartment door, he’s ripping my clothes off with force, stripping me naked in record time.

I do the same to him, letting my hands drag down his chest to his pierced cock. My mouth waters, and I try to fall to my knees, but Maverick stops me, spinning me around against the kitchen table and spreading my cheeks.

“Fuck, you’re dripping.”

“Oh gods. Yes. I am. So fucking horny right now.”

He growls and slides two fingers inside, pressing against the small bump inside of me. “Want your heat, Skye-light. Want to knot you.”

I groan as he twists his wrist slightly before pulling out and slotting his cock at my hole.

Yes. Fuck yes.

He pushes inside, and I groan, my fingers dragging along the tabletop. He doesn’t give me any reprieve and I ask for none. Just want him inside. All the way, buried deep.

His hips slam against my ass and then he stops, holding me to him. I’m panting now, my body tensing up.

“More,” I beg as slick coats his dick. It’s so much that it’s dripping down my thighs.

He leans down and scents the back of my neck, licking across my shoulder.

“I think I’m gonna wait right here until you go into heat. And then I’m gonna rut. I’m gonna fuck you right into this table. Haven’t done it here yet.”

I groan as I wiggle back against him, feeling myself so near the precipice.

It’s only when his teeth graze the spot on my neck where he’d mark me that something inside of me snaps.

A gasp falls from my lips, and my hole contracts around him. He grunts, smelling the change in my body, sensing it. He starts to move, fucking me roughly, a slap of skin as he keeps his promise, rutting me right into the table.

I come. Twice. My eyes crossing as I do.

Maverick keeps on, fingers digging into my hips, body slamming into me.

I’m so fucking wet, so fucking gone. When he comes, it’s on a shout, his release filling me, his knot expanding.

I groan as I feel myself take him, my cock spurting once more as he settles against me.

“This is gonna be a fun weekend,” Maverick says as he nips at my ear.

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