Chapter 32
MAVERICK
I meant what I said. She was so fucking bad sticking her hand in my pants as I was driving.
I almost put us in a ditch twice. It was when she gripped me at the base and couldn’t wrap her fingers all the way around me that I thought I was going to come.
I’d had this exact fantasy in the shower the night before.
I was ready to pull her hand free, but I’d showed her how to stroke me so good instead.
Then I nearly came. I was thirty-seven years old and almost blew like a teenager with zero control.
And that made Bridget so fucking bad.
She lifted her gaze and I saw the want in her green eyes. She didn’t know her full power yet, the fact that I could see the upper swells of her perfect little tits with each pant of breath. That her cheeks were flushed and her hands were sliding over my chest without her even realizing.
This woman could bring me to my knees. She almost had and I needed to take a little fucking control back.
I took a breath, then another, thought about baseball stats and any other boring thing to bring myself from spinning her around so she faced the hood of the car, bending her over it and ramming my dick home so she cried out loud enough even the neighbor way down the road would know I took my girl nice and deep.
I growled again, because that had not helped.
Taking her hand, I tugged her to the door, pushed in the lock code and got us inside.
“Strip,” I told her as I kicked the door shut.
I set my hands on my hips as she pushed her glasses up. Licked her lips. Thought.
That wouldn’t do. She wanted me to shut her thoughts down and that was what I was going to do.
“Now, baby.”
She grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off over her head. Her hair slid side to side as it settled back over her shoulders.
“Wait,” I told her, holding up a hand as she reached behind her back.
Fuck. She had on a pale purple bra that only covered the lower half of her tits. A hint of the upper curve of her nipples peeked out.
“The bottoms match?”
Looking up through her lashes, she nodded.
“Show me.”
After she toed off her sandals, she rid herself of her skirt.
“So fucking perfect,” I murmured, looking into her eyes so she knew I meant it. Then I couldn’t resist, raking my gaze down her. Pert tits, purple lace covered pussy, toned legs. “On your knees.”
I held out a hand and she took it to settle before me. There was a rug in the entryway so the floor would be soft beneath her.
With my jeans open, it was easy to push them, along with my boxers, down enough so my dick was completely free. Fuck that felt good, but I knew what would feel better.
“You wanted my dick in the car. It’s all yours, baby.”
I stepped close and gripped the base. She didn’t have to move much, just rise up onto her knees fully and lean forward a few inches to lick me like a fucking ice cream cone.
“Shit.”
Then she took the head into her mouth and my knees almost buckled. I locked them out and cupped the back of her head, careful not to ram my dick down her throat like I wanted.
“Look at you, baby, fitting my dick in that hot little mouth.”
With one hand braced on my thigh, she sucked, hollowing her cheeks.
“That’s right. Make me feel good for how you treated me in the car.”
She took more of me, but there was no way she could swallow me down. I was too big. It was hot enough watching her attempt it, knowing she’d try and try and never get it all.
My balls drew up with her enthusiasm and eagerness to please.
As she wetly sucked, her hips began to squirm and her free hand moved down between her legs, slipping beneath her panties.
I pulled my hips back and her lips slipped off of me. I tugged on her hair so her gaze lifted to mine.
“Who makes you come, baby?”
“You,” she whispered, licking her slick, swollen lips.
“That’s right. Is that pussy all wet for me?”
She nodded.
“Show me.”
Her hand slipped from her panties and she lifted it up, two fingers raised. They were sticky and slick. Holding her wrist, I leaned down and sucked them clean.
“Good girl getting all wet from sucking my dick.”
I was in charge of her and it got her off. She wanted someone else to be in a position of power over her, but in the right way. All she’d had was shit men.
That stopped now.
Probably in that smart brain of hers, she knew she was the one guiding us. That while she was on her knees, she had all the fucking power. My dick was hard because she was aroused by the idea of an us. It was so complicated, yet so simple at the same time.
I might be over a hundred pounds bigger, but Bridget would always be in control because she had me by the fucking balls. If she wanted something, I’d give it to her. If she got wet from it, it was a guarantee I’d be hard.
The more she gave me, the more I was the one crawling to her.
“You ready to get fucked, baby?”
“Please, Mav.” Her voice was a soft whisper, almost a beg.
“Since you asked so nicely.”
Carefully, I took off her glasses, then reached down and tossed her over my shoulder, carrying her to the master bedroom.