Page 32 of The Maverick of the Mountain
He keeps pawing, and Corinne laughs. The sweetest noise in the world. My favorite noise in the world, aside from the ones she makes when she comes. And she fuckin’ came. Won’t be the last time tonight either.
“Hank,” I warn, chest rattling. “I’m busy.” It comes out with such force that I’m surprised the door doesn’t shake. Thankfully, Hank listens, his nails clicking against the wood floor as he slinks away.
He spent the day with his girl. Now it’s time to tend to mine.
“What are you busy with?” Corinne asks sweetly, cradling her tits in her hands.
I bite the inside of my mouth. Dirty little vixen. I have the urge to cover them with my seed, but shut it down. I’m not coming unless it’s inside my girl.
“That sweet little pussy,” I growl, fisting my cock. “Taste’s like heaven. Bet it feels like it too, wrapped around my cock.”
I start stroking, the bed shaking as I slowly make my way over to her.
“I guess we could test it out. See if it’s true.”
She slides a hand down her belly, right to that little juncture, and starts rubbing herself. My vision narrows, and I dive right back in, shoving her hand out of the way so I can get another taste.
“Maverick,” she moans, gripping my hair. “W-what are-I already—ohhhhmygod!”Her voice runs the gamut from high-pitched and pleading to deep and damn near demonic as I fuck her with my mouth, spreading her arousal all over my face. Smothering my face as I shove one arm over her belly, the other hand slipping a finger inside her.
Urging, beckoning, and tearing another orgasm from her.
It doesn’t take long as her thighs clamp against my face, her hips bucking against me as she grips my hair like she’s riding a bucking bronco. She doesn’t need to worry. I’m not going anywhere. There’s no place I’d rather be than my face between her legs. Her thighs sealed around me. Her screams and moans nourishing my soul.
“That’s my girl,” I rasp as her body shakes.
I pull back, rubbing my cock as I stare at Corinne. Her hair’s disheveled, splayed out behind her in wet clumps. One arm across her eyes and forehead as the other fists the sheets beside her. A perfect little angel.
“What in the world was that?” she mutters, chest heaving as she looks up at me.
“Dessert. I was never good about waiting.”
Corinne smiles. “You’re not full of me yet?”
I shake my head. “And you’re not full of me yet.”
She gasps as I grab her legs, tugging her toward me. My cock slides across her slit, balls slamming against her ass.
“Jesus, Corinne,” I mutter, reaching down for her cheek. “You’re a damn miracle. Perfection.”
She takes my thumb into her mouth, sucking on it before letting it go with a pop.
“Speak for yourself.”
I lean forward, molding her perfect tits in my hands. “I want you to know that I don’t do this. I’ve never… You’re the first person I’ve been with in years.” I shake my head. “You’re special. I want you to know that.”
Corinne smiles, turning her head away shyly. But then she looks back at me. “I’ve… never done this.” And then, as if to solidify the point, she adds. “Ever.”
I swallow hard. Rocking back on my knees like I’m kneeling before a goddess. “Never?”
She tilts her head to look at me. Shakes her head once and then lets herself fall back into the mattress.
I guide my cock to her entrance, rubbing the tip against her hot, wet, little hole. “No one’s ever touched this?” My voice sounds different. It’s not my own.
A soft “No.”
“Never kissed it?”
Again, the same answer.
