Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“You keep touchin’ my dick baby, and I’m goin’ to come before we get started. There is no way I’m not fuckin’ you tonight.”
I swallow and look at him through hooded lashes as he slowly lowers me down onto the tip of his cock. He pauses just before he sinks inside, and murmurs, “You protected?”
I nod, my head light, my heart full of lust and love, and my body ready to let him take whatever the hell he wants. “Yeah, I’m protected. And clean. I got tested after ... him ... and I haven’t been with anyone since.”
“Same. Clean. Always use protection.”
“Okay, honey,” I murmur.
“Fuck me, sounds so damned sweet hearin’ you say that. Goin’ to fuck you now, baby, hang on, okay?”
I tremble and nod.
Then he lowers me down onto his cock, not hard, not fast, just inch by agonizing inch. My body stretches around him, and I whimper at the deep burn that travels through my body. It’s been a while, and Maverick isn’t lacking in size. I drop my head onto his shoulder, and carefully bite the flesh there, smothering my moan into his skin. He growls and then thrusts his hips upward and drives home.
I gasp. He grunts.
And then he starts moving his hips. Slow at first, gliding his cock in and out of my pussy, as it desperately tries to loosen around the invasion. After a minute or so, it gets a little easier and pleasure starts to do away with the pain. I lift my head and find his lips, desperately needing to taste him as he starts fucking me harder. Our skin makes a loud slapping sound as water gets trapped between us, but the sound is incredible and the moment is out of this world.
“Oh, god,” I cry, clawing at his back as a pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt takes over my body. “Maverick. God.”
“Fuck. God damn fuckin’ perfect,” he rasps, clutching my ass so hard pain ripples over my skin, but I don’t care. God. I want him to grab me harder, to fuck me harder, to do whatever the hell he wants to me.
My orgasm rises, quickly and rapidly, and after a few more hard thrusts, I let it loose. I scream and arch, fingernails gliding up his skin, mouth parting, head dropping back, water traveling over my body. I cry out his name, I moan, I squirm, and he just keeps fucking me, harder, faster, deeper. My screams blend with his grunts and then he bellows loudly and drives into me one last time, cock pulsing inside me as he finds his own release.
I drop my head into his shoulder and close my eyes, the warm water trailing down my back, Maverick’s big hands holding me up, my legs aching around his hips. I feel incredible. I don’t want to move. I just want this moment to stay with me forever. To never end. I could just sit here, just like this, for the rest of my life and never feel anything but truly happy.
I’m not falling in love with him.
I am in love with him.
-17-
MAVERICK
Her fingers glide over the tattoos on my chest, soft skin making mine prickle. She’s tucked up against me, head on my shoulder, one leg thrown over mine, tucked into my side and fuck, it feels incredible. It’s been a long fucking time since I’ve allowed a woman this close to me, but even longer since I’ve wanted a woman this close to me. And even then, none of them are quite like her.
She makes my god damned heart skip a beat.
I’m fucked.
Completely fucked.
“Do your tattoos have a story?” she asks me, her breath tickling my ear.
“No, darlin’, they’re just ink.”
She shuffles a little, and I can feel her bare pussy against my thigh when she does. Fucked her twice tonight already, and once again my dick is getting hard and all I can think about is rolling her over, putting her ass in the air, and driving my cock deep into her sweet pussy again, fucking it until we’re both raw.
But damned if it don’t feel nice just having her lie next to me, too.
“Did they hurt?”
“I like pain,” I murmur, turning my face and breathing in her hair. She smells like fucking strawberries, dammit.
She giggles softly. “Is that what all big scary bikers say?”
I chuckle. “Not sure, babe. Haven’t cuddled with them in a while.”
She laughs and pinches my nipple softly. “Don’t be smart.”
“Why? What are you goin’ to do to me?”
She rolls her eyes and I lean forward, kissing her nose.
“Maverick?”
“Mmmm.”
“Have you ever ... killed someone?”
Her question shocks me, and I glance at her again to see those beautiful brown eyes looking up at me through thick lashes, curious.
“Can’t really answer that, babe. Sorry.”
“Why not? I wouldn’t tell anyone. Besides, no one would believe me anyway. You don’t have to tell me how, or who, I just ...”