Page 45 of Pit Stop

“Be nice to him,” I moan. “He helped me here. You didn’t answer your phone.”

“I was out for a ride,” he tells me as he picks me up and I nuzzle into his neck, inhaling his scent. “Shit,” he growls when I start to hump into him, needing more, needing so much more.

“Maverick,please.”

The door slams open as Maverick strides inside, and before he can set me on the ground, I’m stripping out of my shirt. My pants are soaked through, the scent of my slick permeating the air around us. Maverick is growling as he tosses me onto his bed and falls down on top of me.

“Get my pants off. Off!”

Maverick’s fingers rip them from me, leaving just dangling threads and torn fabric. Next is my underwear, which is left in shreds as he descends on me.

“Naked. I want you naked,” I moan as another wave pulses through me.

But Maverick doesn’t bother undressing, just unzips his pants, spreads my thighs wide, and sinks into me.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he moans. “Been waiting for this. For you.”

He slams into me, jarring me slightly, my head knocking into the wall, but I don’t care. I just cling to him as he ruts into me, our skin slapping, a sticky, sweaty mess.

His hair falls into his sparkling eyes, his mouth parted as he groans my name.

“Skye-light. Fuck, I missed you.”

My eyes roll back in my head as my balls draw up and I release across my stomach on a scream.

Maverick’s eyes trail down to it and his fingers tighten on me.

“Gonna suck your dick so much the next few days. Gonna make you come over and over.”

I gasp as I imagine it, him between my legs, his tongue doing things to me that I’ve been craving. “Come for me, Skye. Just me.”

I nod as he continues to fuck into me, his movements stuttering, growing more frantic. My body is burning up, an inferno. This is worse than the first time. I can tell. It’s hotter, more feral. I always heard the first time was the most intense, but I can tell that this time is going to give Maverick a run for his money.

He’s going to get very little sleep the next few days.

“I need more!More!” I cry out, and he grabs on to my ankles and throws them over his shoulders. The change in position makes me bow off the bed, his cock hitting that spot inside of me that has me moaning lowly, a desperate, needy keen.

“Maverick.”

He growls when he hears that, his name on my lips. Sweat beads on his forehead, his hair falling into his eyes. He doesn’t even push it back, just continues to fuck into me, making my cock erupt once more. My hole clenches around his dick and I feel him start to release, his knot swelling inside of me. The feel of it causes my cock to jerk and cum dribbles from the tip.

Maverick groans as he collapses onto me, his nose rubbing against mine, his lips skirting across my mouth.

“So perfect,” he says, and I sigh, my hands going around his back and holding him to me.

“You are too. So good.”

His teeth drag down my cheek to my neck and he nibbles on me. The feel of him inside of me, the scent of him. It makes me want things we can’t have.

And yet still, I arch my neck and give him access to me.

To mark me.

A low rumble hits me and I feel his teeth sink into me. Not enough to leave a mark, but enough to pretend.

“Mine,” he growls, and I let out a soft sigh as he continues to bite and suck bruises onto my skin.

But not the mating mark. Never that.

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