Page 46 of Pit Stop

As we wait for the knot to go down, he kisses me tenderly, his tongue lazy as it slides into my mouth, tasting me.

“This is going to be an intense heat,” I tell him.

“I can handle it.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m fucking sure,” he says before he goes back to kissing me.

When his cock finally returns to normal and he slides out of me, I let out a low, disappointed moan.

“Let me get you some water.”

He stands up and even though he’s only gone for a minute, I feel the emptiness of it all. I miss him already, knowing what I can’t have.

“We should go out and get my sex toys. I think Tater left them in the driveway.”

“You don’t need fucking toys right now,” he says as he returns and helps me sip some water.

Some drips down my chin, and he leans down and licks it up, making my body flare with lust.

“I can take care of you.”

“I’m not saying you can’t, but, Mav…”

“Shh,” he says, setting the water down and nuzzling my neck. He kisses his way down my chest, focusing on my nipples, pulling them between his teeth and making me arch up, my fingers digging into his skin as he continues to move lower.

When his lips hit my cock, my hands curl into his hair and I force myself to watch as he sucks me down his throat.

I don’t know how he manages it, but he sucks another orgasm from me before nuzzling into my groin, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin there.

“Let me mark you here. Please, Skye.”

“Just between us?”

“Our little secret,” he whispers.

“Yes,” I say, knowing the mating mark has to be on the neck to be effective.

Maverick lets out a low groan as he bites the skin of my inner thigh, sucking at my bruised and broken skin. Something shifts inside of me and I feel my next wave start to unfurl.

“Mav,” I groan, and he peers up at me, a smirk on his face.

“Need me again?” he asks, and I nod, swallowing roughly as he slides three fingers into me, his face pressed into my inner thigh.

He twists his wrist, making me cry out, already needing more. I need his whole damn fist inside of me.

His teeth sink into my thigh, marking me on the other side, and I cry out as something winds up inside of me, curling around my chest and tightening.

“Please!” I cry out and then he’s standing up, pulling his clothes off. As he does this, I turn over and present myself to him, my hole open and sloppy, waiting to be filled.

The bed dips slightly and I feel his dick push into me once more. The band around my chest tightens and I gasp, pushing myself up onto my elbows as he rams into me.

“You feel so good,” he moans as he pushes into me.

“More!”

He gives it to me, pulling me up into his arms, wrapping one around my chest, his other hand around my cock, his face pressed into my neck, and his teeth grazing my sensitive, flushed skin.

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