Page 34 of My Three Rivals

Doubts swam in the back of my mind as I instigated this kiss. Atticus had taken me by surprise, but this, this was all on me.

My mouth found his, my lips suctioning around the curve of his drooping lower lip, but as my kiss grew more intense, so did Maverick’s hold on me. Effortlessly, he threw me back, rising onto his knees as he looked down at me. Any trace of the gentleness I’d seen in him earlier fully dissipated, a dark passion blackening his eyes. It made me wetter, and I met his gaze, licking my lower lip.

“Why do you have to be so fucking sexy?” he growled before pouncing back on me, his mouth on the curve of my neck.

Shivers shot through me, my hands encircling his broad back, pulling up at his t-shirt to reveal exactly what I’d known was hiding beneath.

Like his partners, Maverick hit the gym religiously, his abs rippling as he sat back to fully yank his shirt over his head.

“Your turn,” he rasped, tugging at my tank top, the shirt flying into a remote corner of the room.

Yanking my legs apart, he tore at my pants, exposing my damp panties, his mouth reclaiming its exploration over the prickled valleys of my flesh. I wrapped my legs around him, relishing his masculine scent, so different from that of Wyatt and Atticus, but just as intoxicating.

His tongue lapped out, trailing over the lines of my body, latching onto my bared breasts, my bra scooped around my throat.

Full currents of electricity forged through me, his fingers squeezing at my ass cheeks, and I let out a moan when he slid one around the crack to fondle the front. More shivers rushed me, my head falling back, and I wrenched the tangled bra from around my neck to toss aside with the rest of my clothes as Maverick moved lower, pausing to taste at every joint.

His finger fell inside me, and I gasped, my own hands tightening around his muscled shoulders, nails digging in. But if Maverick noticed, it didn’t slow him down, his head bowing lower to search the rest of my frame, tongue missing nothing.

“Fuck,” I groaned when the tip located my pulsating nub, his laps firm and even, my thighs locked against his ears.

Maverick’s hand cupped around my ass, drawing me up against him, burying his face inside me. My head lolled back against the pillows, my climax building as his other hand continued to work inside me.

A low moan escaped my lips as he brought me exactly where I needed to be, my release hard and gushing. Waves of pleasure rolled through me, driving me through the ceiling, my anger still twined with this twisted desire, the likes of which I’d never known. My body trembled, the conflict of emotions raging through me.

“Fuck me,” I managed to gasp, barely outside of my orgasm.

His head popped up, blue eyes shining. Withdrawing his finger, he grinned at me, licking the remnants of me from his lips.

“Of course,” he agreed, his voice thick with promise, his body slipping further up my torso to poke the thick, hard head of himself against my slick core.

Arching my back, I again pulled his rippling shoulders closer and allowed him inside me.

“Oh… so tight,” he rasped, his head lowering against my neck, nuzzling there as he filled me.

I choked on his size, paralyzed for half a second as Maverick never seemed to stop filling me.

“Y-you’re huge,” I managed to gasp before his hard thrusts cut off my breath entirely.

My cheek fell against the pillow, his movements growing more intense by the second as I struggled to keep up with his animalistic pounding.

Our bodies were slick with sweat, binding together, my ankles sliding over the small of his back as I clung on to this ride, never wanting it to stop.

Another swell rose inside me as Maverick’s perfect cock stiffened more inside me.

“Come for me,” he rasped in my ear, capturing my earlobe between his lips.

A thousand individual shivers raced down my spine, consuming me alongside the second climax as he, too, built up to his own explosion.

Maverick’s hold on me tightened, and my breath was again stolen when he crushed his mouth to mine, grabbing my gasp of surprise.

For half a minute, we kissed, allowing our bodies to do what they had craved, our forms melded together. When Maverick finally lifted his head to fall unceremoniously to the side, breathing heavily, I gulped in deep breaths of air.

“Wow…” he mumbled, sounding slightly sheepish, as if he hadn’t intended for any of that to happen.

“Wow indeed,” I conceded, sneaking him a sidelong look. Unlike the encounter with Wyatt and Atticus, this felt… intimate, meaningful. There had been no anger between us, only unadulterated passion.

But that didn’t mean that Maverick could be trusted… did it?

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