Page 9 of Pit Stop

“What do you want?” he asks, and I moan.

“You. Please.Pleasefuck me.”

He adds two more fingers, fucking into me with nearly his entire hand, but it’s not enough. I want his cock.

Need it.

My hands thread through his hair and I tug his head down. His mouth grazes my lips, a whisper, a breath, and then I’m licking into him, sliding my tongue against his.

He groans into me, his fingers slipping from my hole, and then he’s picking me up. He pushes me against the wall roughly, spreads my cheeks, and impales me. I gasp at the intrusion and then moan, slanting my lips across his and licking into him deeper.

He sucks on my tongue, pulling it between his teeth and biting down gently as his hips rock into me, making my entire body burst with sensation.

Oh yes, this. This is what I need. Naked Maverick and his big dick.

I’m groaning, crying out with each upward thrust. The entire trailer rocks as he moves, his body powerful, each muscle flexing as he fucks me.

My nails dig into his skin, holding on for dear life, my head thrown back, exposing my neck. He wrenches his lips from mine and bites down on my throbbing vein. I nearly scream as my cock erupts between us, cum splashing against our abdomens.

Maverick seems to like that because he fucks into me harder, making me keen and pant. My cock is slapping against my stomach as I’m thrust into, and Maverick is sweating. It rolls down his cheeks as he ruts, and I lean forward and lick at it, tasting him.

“Fuck, Skye,” he moans, his fingers leaving bruises on my skin as he grabs at me.

“More. Harder. More.Please.”

It’s all I can say and it seems to drive him wild. He likes when I beg.

Of course he does. He probably likes that I’m all messy for him. I’ve seen the way he looks at me, full of disdain and contempt. I’m so different from him and his friends. He’s never understood me.

And yet, here he is, fucking into me like my life depends on it.

I mean, it kind of does. I’ve heard of omegas dying from the pain of not finding someone to rut with during a heat.

And I’d like to live, thank you very much.

Suddenly, I feel Maverick’s thrusts grow sporadic and then I watch as his neck flexes, the tendons popping as he comes. A long, feral groan is torn from his lips, his eyes slamming into mine as he fills me with his release. The base of his cock is stuffed inside of me, growing thicker with each passing second until I’m completely stuck on him.

He lets out a shaky breath as I whimper at the feeling of being stuffed full before he pulls me into his chest and walks me a few feet to his bedroom. With careful movements, he settles us on the bed and holds me against him. I nestle into his strong arms and only startle slightly when he removes my glasses carefully.

“So you can get more comfortable,” he says, and I nod, my legs wrapped around him, my cock still hard between us.

“Thanks.”

“Sure.”

I let my eyes close slightly and I sigh, my hands snaking into his hair and rubbing his scalp.

“I’m sorry you’re stuck here with me,” I say after a moment of silence.

“It’s fine.”

I peek one eye open and arch an eyebrow. “You’re a bad liar.”

“I’m not lying. You’re a good fuck.”

I huff a laugh and roll my eyes, nuzzling into his neck slightly. Fuck, he feels good. Right. Like home in an odd way.

“Well, thanks. I guess that’s something. Seeing as I’ve never done this before.”

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