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“Please let me come.” My god, I sound so pathetic.
He drops my wrist and tightens his hold on the belt, yanking my head until I’m practically looking at him. “Get on your knees, sweetheart. I’ll tell you when I want you to come.”
He pulls the belt away from my skin, and I scramble to the floor like a dog. If he tells me to roll over so he can scratch my belly, I just might listen.
“Place your hands on your knees, then look up at me and open your mouth. No matter what happens, your hands are not to leave your knees. Do you understand?”
My hands go to my knees, and I nod as I part my lips.
“Tongue out, sweetheart. And don’t take your eyes off my face.”
I stick out my tongue, making more room in my mouth for his massive dick, which he slides to the back of my throat. My eyes slam shut as a gag wracks my body, and my hands fly to his thighs.
He gives my cheek a gentle slap. “Eyes open and hands on knees.”
My eyes flutter open, and my palms clamp on my knees. Tears stream down my cheeks, but I fight the urge to gag again.
“Oh, good girl,” he coos as he grips the back of my head and picks up the pace. “Take me, just like that, all the way down your tight throat.”
Breathing through my nose, I try to guard my teeth as he skull fucks the living shit out of me. He tips back his head and moans, his fingers digging into my scalp. After a few more rough thrusts, he pulls out of my mouth, raises his cock out of the way, and pushes my mouth to his nuts.
“Suck,” he commands.
I open my mouth and gingerly take the smooth skin past my lips. My tongue swirls over his left nut as I provide some suction, and he rewards me with a low groan. The hand gripping his cock begins to move up and down his shaft.
“Fuck, I can’t last,” he says through gritted teeth. He pulls my head away and motions for me to stand. “I need to fill you now. Get against the wall.”
I look around for a wall with enough space, but there are paintings and pictures everywhere I turn. Then my eyes land on the balcony door. I head that direction, but that gives Maverick another idea.
“On second thought, go onto the balcony.” A devilish gleam lights his eyes. “I want everyone to see you.”
Chapter Forty
Maverick
Frankie’s eyes widen as the submission leaves her body. “Excuse me, what? You...wantpeople to see me? What happened to the possession?”
I step into her, pinning her perfect ass against the glass door, and I wish I could split myself in half so I could both witness and experience her from all sides. “Oh, I’m definitely still possessive, but unlike Bennett, I don’t mind if people admire my toys. So long as I’m the only one playing with them.”
I brush the hair out of her face and kiss her. The fear that I’ve ruined the moment dissipates when she kisses me back. Then her hands slither behind her, and she pulls the door to the side.
Salty sea air tangles within her hair as she steps backward onto the balcony. She keeps moving until her back hits the railing. Her worries about being seen were unfounded, as the only eyes privy to our intimacy are those in the water. Unfortunately, whoever stays in the rooms next to ours is about to get one hell of a concert. Metal clinks against ceramic to ourleft, so I can only assume they’re having their afternoon tea on the balcony.
Frankie hears the clanking as well. She clamps her lips shut, refusing to make a peep as I tweak her nipple.
This won’t do. I bend down and place my lips beside her ear. “I want to hear you beg for it, sweetheart. Tell me what you want.”
She reaches between us and grips my throbbing cock.
I grit my teeth and suck air as I step into her to ease the painful ache from her tugging. The pain only hardens me further. “Use your words. Say it aloud and raise your voice so I can hear you over the waves.”
“You mean raise my voice so our neighbor can hear,” she mutters.
I shrug and turn to walk away.
“Wait!” Frankie shouts, and I turn back to her with a smirk. “Please...fuck me.”
Cocking my head to the side, I study her. “What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.”
