Chapter 23 Maverick #2
She sucks in a sharp inhale, and her thighs tighten around me.
I tug her jeans down, tearing at the denim. Her underwear’s soaked, and when I press my fingers against her through the thin fabric, she lets out the sweetest, filthiest moan I’ve ever heard.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe behind the mask, pressing harder, rubbing slow circles until she’s squirming beneath me. “You’re already dripping for me.”
“Mav—” she gasps, nails clawing at my shoulders.
I shove the mask harder against her face, leaning in close so she feels the plastic drag against her skin. “Say it again,” I growl. “Tell me you think Ghostface is hot.”
Her laugh turns into a moan, head tilting back. “He’s hot—fuck—”
I slide her underwear aside and thrust two fingers inside her tight pussy, curling deep. “Who’s hotter?”
She gasps, hips bucking against my hand. “Y-you.”
“Damn right,” I snarl, pumping into her faster, as my thumb works her clit while the mask dips down to drag across her jaw. “Nobody’s gonna make you fall apart like me, baby. Nobody.”
Her cries get louder, wilder, the sound bouncing off the walls. I’m losing my mind, cock aching, sweat dripping down my temple under the mask.
She finally shatters around my fingers, trembling, gasping my name. I know I won’t stop until she’s screaming it all night long.
Her body’s still trembling from the first orgasm, her nails leaving half-moons in my shoulders, but I’m not close to done. Not when I’ve been starving for this, for her.
I slowly pull my fingers out and bring them to the mask’s mouth. I lift the mask, licking my fingers clean of her, my tongue dragging against both fingers, savoring the way she tastes as a groan escapes me, vibrating low in my chest.
She stares at me, pupils blown, lips parted, and it makes my cock throb so hard I swear I’ll rip through my sweats.
“Goddamn, dollface,” I rasp, settling lower on the bed. “I could never get tired of tasting you.”
Before she can throw another smartass comment, I yank her underwear down, and before I bury my face between her thighs, I throw the mask off. I can’t take it anymore; I want her to look at me. My tongue slides over her clit, lapping, sucking, devouring like I’ve been starved.
She gasps, arching off the mattress. “Mav—oh my—fuck!”
Her thighs clamp around my head, squeezing, and I groan into her, the sound vibrating against her. My hands grip her hips tight, holding her down as I work my tongue deeper, circling, teasing until she’s writhing, begging.
“You taste better than anything,” I growl, pulling back just long enough to smear my spit across her pussy with my thumb. “Better than every goddamn dream I’ve had about you.”
Her hand fists in my hair, tugging hard enough to sting. “Dreams, huh?” she pants.
I gently nip at her inner thigh, then lick a long stripe back up to her clit. “Yeah. Night after night. You, spread out just like this, screaming for me.”
Her breath hitches, a sharp moan escapes her throat, and I know she’s close again.
I slide two fingers back inside, curling deep, my tongue circling her clit faster, sucking until her hips buck against my face. The flat of my tongue presses into her skin, her wetness coating my lips and chin, and I fucking love the mess of it.
She cries out, back arching as she shatters a second time, trembling under my grip.
I don’t stop. I lap her through it, groaning against her until she’s twitching, until her hand in my hair becomes a shove and she gasps, “Stop—too much—fuck, Maverick!”
I finally lift my head, breathing hard, my lips and chin soaked, as my cock strains painfully against the cotton fabric of my sweats.
I drag my thumb up her wet heat, pressing against her swollen clit just to make her whimper.
“Not done with you yet, baby,” I murmur, as I look down at her wrecked face. “I’ve waited too long for this.”
She’s sprawled on the bed, flushed and trembling, lips swollen from biting them, hair fanned wild across the pillow. My chest is heaving, every muscle in me screaming to take what I’ve been starving for.
I shove my sweats down, groaning as my cock springs free, dripping pre-cum. Gripping the base of my cock, I stroke it once, watching her eyes flick down, widening as she sucks in a breath that nearly undoes me.
“You gonna run now, dollface?” I rasp, smacking my cock on her clit, coating myself with her, until I finally line myself up against her tight heat. I drag the head of my cock through her wetness slowly. “Or you finally ready to admit you’ve wanted this as bad as I have?”
She lets out a strangled laugh, but it breaks into a moan when I grind against her clit. “Shut up and fuck me.”
That’s all I need.
I slam into her in one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt. My vision goes white at the way she squeezes me, tight, hot, and perfect. My forehead hits hers, and I let out a guttural growl.
“Holy fuck, baby—” My voice is raw, ravaged. “You’re so fucking tight—goddamn, I can’t—”
She claws at my back, wrapping her legs around me to drag me deeper, and the sound that rips out of her throat makes my cock throb inside her.
I pull back, slam into her again, harder. Her whole body jolts, her nails scraping down my shoulders.
“Mav—fuck—” she gasps, her voice breaking, eyes rolling back.
“You think this was ever fake?” I groan, pressing her into the mattress. “Not when I’m buried this deep. Not when I’m fucking you like you’re already mine.”
Her head tips back as a moan tears from her chest, and I grip her jaw, forcing her to look at me. “Look at me when you come, dollface. Don’t hide.”
She whimpers as her nails dig into my arms, her pussy clenching around me with each thrust. Every thrust is more brutal, deeper, the slap of skin against skin echoing in the room.
Her breath comes in broken sobs, her body trembling. “I-I’m close—”
“Yeah, baby, I feel you,” I groan, sliding my hand between us to circle her clit, continuing to fuck her, pounding into her deeper. “Give it to me. Come on my cock, baby.”
Her scream rips through the room as she shatters around me, squeezing me so tight I almost lose it. Her body writhes under mine as her legs lock around my waist.
Sweat drips down my face, my hair sticking to my forehead as I pound through her orgasm, chasing mine.
“Goddamn it, Amelia,” I groan, burying myself deep. “I’m addicted—your pussy’s got me losing my fucking mind. Fuck, I’m not gonna la-”
Her lips crash against mine, messy, desperate, teeth clashing, and I let go with a groan that rumbles out of my chest as I spill inside her, deep, hot, everything I’ve been holding back.
I collapse against her, both of us shaking, her arms circling my neck as she trails kisses along my throat.
And I know right then, there’s no going back.