Page 34 of The Maverick of the Mountain
“Yes… Yes…YEESSSSS,”she screams.
Fuck it. We’ll figure out the details later.
I fall on my back, letting my girl ride me, her tits bouncing as she leans forward, gripping my chest. Her nails scrape down my torso, and I hope for blood. “Fucking mark me, Corinne. Show me I’m yours.”
She leans down, biting my damn nipple, and I fucking yelp.
“Sorry! I-I got a little carried away.”
This girl. I shake my head and then slap her ass hard enough to make her squeal.
Her eyes light up, the heat of a thousand suns aimed at me. She opens her mouth. Closes it. And then says, “Again.”
I spank her ass again, and I swear it unlocks something inside her. She growls at me. Fucking growls at me. And then grabs hold of my damn chest hair and starts grinding into me like a damn machine.
“Jesus,” I groan as she milks me. “Just like…”
Her tits are bouncing in my face, and she starts moaning. I’m seeing stars flash in my eyes. Planets. The entire Milky Way. She’s sending me to space with her pussy.
“So close,” she moans. “So…”
And then a few moments later, she shatters, moaning as she collapses on me, and I keep thrusting. “Good fucking girl,” I rasp, wrapping my fist around her hair, tugging her so I can access her sweet mouth again. She’s in a haze, lips parted as she pants. I capture her mouth, and she starts moaning, grinding on me again. We’re both wet with sweat and sex. She pulls away briefly, stares at me.
“I love you.”
There’s nothing sexier.
I grip her hips and unleash, filling her. In and out. My soul finally soothed as I see our future in my mind again. A ring on that finger. A baby in that belly. The life I never thought I’d live… never deserve.
I don’t deserve Corinne, but I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to.
“Yes,” she moans as I finally stop pumping.
She rests on top of me, a warm, soft, sweaty mess that I can’t get enough of.
“I love you, Corinne. I’ve meant every word. I want you with me. I don’t want you to go.”
Corinne tilts her head toward me and smiles.
“You’re never getting rid of me.”
I kiss her softly, slowly. The urgent need I felt kissing her before has subsided, and I want to take my time and savor?—
Metal crashes to the ground, followed by high-pitched chittering and tiny paws scratching the ground as they try and fail to gain purchase.
“Hank,” I rasp against Corinne’s lips.
I can feel her smile against my lips. “Hank.”
We may not have a baby yet, but Hank is certainly putting us through our paces.
“I’ll take care of him,” I say, sighing. “And then…” I grab Corinne’s hair, gripping it tightly. “I’m going to take care of you.”
“Oh yeah?”
I swallow. “Yeah.”
Now.
