Page 31 of The Maverick of the Mountain
He lets my hand fall before wrapping his hand around my throat and claiming my lips again. He slips his finger inside me, capturing my moan in his mouth as his tongue circles mine. Desperate. Needy. Hungry. He’s kissing me like he’ll die the moment he stops. But the truth is that I might. I’ve needed this. Wanted this. And now that I have it, I don’t want to let go.
I dig my nails into his back as his thick finger pushes deeper inside, curling, pressing me in just the right spot. I grab his hand around my throat, pressing it against me as I hold on to dear life. It feels so damn good, starburst behind my eyelids, explosions all over my body. If this is what his finger can do to me, I can’t imagine what will happen when he fucks me.
“That’s it,” Maverick growls against my lips. “Ride my fucking finger.”
I moan, watching him behind hooded eyelids, gasping as he slides a second finger, stretching me. They’re so thick but feel so good.
“More,” I beg. I nip at him as he pulls back slowly. “I need more.”
I grab his wrist, urging him to push deeper as I grind harder. I can’t think straight. Every nerve ending is overloaded with need. Pleasure. But all I want is more, more, more…
His beard brushes against my neck as he kisses me, slowly moving his lips lower. “You need my cock, sweet girl?”
“Mmmhmm,” I moan as his thumb brushes my clit.
“Tell me.” He takes my nipple between his teeth, toying with it before taking it into his mouth.
“Fuuuck…” I moan, rearing back as I clench his hair in my fist, still rocking my hips as he slides his fingers in and out. Again and again. My legs are shaking. It’s a miracle that I’m still standing. “I-I need…”
I can’t complete a sentence. I’m taking shuddering breaths, making noises I’ve never made before, uttering complete nonsense as Maverick’s fingers work their magic. His lips move lower and lower, down my sternum and against my belly, everything is electric under his touch. And then something snaps.
Maverick lets out a guttural, animalistic sound that reverberates throughout my body as he slides his fingers out of me and wrenches the shower handle. The water turns off, and I’m left gasping as steam billows around us.
I open my mouth to protest, but it gets lost in my throat as Maverick falls down in front of me, gripping my thighs roughly, spreading them apart as she shoves his face into my sex.
“Maverick,” I moan, my hands gliding over his shoulders, unable to gain any purchase on his slippery, soapy skin until I finally thrust my hands through his hair and cling to him for dear life.
Noises and words I’m not proud of flow from my lips as Maverick’s work against me. His tongue, swirling over my clit, isworking miracles. I’m not sure how long he’s been down there, my mind and body reeling, but I don’t even think he’s taken a damn breath.
He shoves my left leg up, hooking it over his shoulder as he makes sloppy, animalistic noises. Growls. Moans. I feel every vibration from his chest and throat on my pussy as he continues.
“Fuck,” he rasps, breaking free momentarily before diving right back in, his mouth latching onto my clit, sucking so hard I’m seeing stars. Thank god he has a hold of me because it feels like I could collapse at any moment.
“So fucking good, Corinne.”
And then he’s back on me. My hands don’t leave his hair. It’s the only thing tethering me to earth right now as my orgasm builds like none I’ve ever experienced.
What is he doing? How is he doing it? Is… is this even allowed? Can someone be too good? Each thought comes and goes in rapid succession until finally, my orgasm begins to crest.
“Come for me, sweet girl. Come…”
I can’t even comprehend anything else as I orgasm, a damn freight train leveling my entire being, reversing, and doing it all over again and again.
Wave after wave. Pulse after pulse. It doesn’t end, and Maverick keeps going.
By the time I come back to reality, I realize I’m no longer in the bathroom. I’m dangling over Maverick’s shoulder, and then, I’m dropped onto the bed like a rag doll. And as I look up, panting as Maverick crawls onto the mattress, I’m loving every second of it.
Chapter 9
Maverick
There’sa miracle laid out before me, and her name is Corinne.
She’s perfect. Stunning. Gorgeous. Breathtaking. I can hardly think, let alone speak, as I stare at her, legs splayed as she rolls back onto her forearms, looking at me with an expression that sends a jolt straight to my cock. Jesus, she’s the one. The only one. My partner. My soulmate.Mine.
There’s no going back after this. There’s no point in living if Corinne’s not with me. No?—
Hank scratches at the door. I jerk my head toward it and growl, “I’ll feed you later.”
