Chapter Four
Freya licked the frosting off the palette knife. Chocolate was one of her favorites. In fact, chocolate fudge cake with fudgy frosting was so good. Her mouth watered from the lick. She was so tempted to dig right in and have a slice, but it always tasted better to allow the frosting to set a bit. This was the torture part—waiting for the cake.
Her thoughts kept returning to Maverick. He was a guy she shouldn’t be thinking about, yet he was the only person she couldn’t get out of her mind. Lunch with him had been so much fun, even if it was talking about sandwich combinations. Never in a million years did she think she’d be talking sandwiches with Maverick Lavin.
The temptation heightened to have a slice of cake. She was taking it to her mother’s tomorrow for Sunday lunch, but they wouldn’t miss a slice. Maybe her father would, but he’d forgive her.
Just as she reached for the knife, there was a knock on her front door. Putting the blade down, she wiped her hands on a towel as she made her way toward the front door. She didn’t even bother to check who was knocking on her door at eight at night.
Maverick was there.
She didn’t know what to do or say, then as he stepped over the threshold, she tilted her head back, he reached out, and kissed her. With her door wide open, for anyone to see. She didn’t care, as his lips touched hers, and she lost all thought. All she cared about was Maverick.
He stepped over the threshold and kicked her door closed. If that had been anyone else, she’d have given them a piece of her mind, but Maverick was a different man entirely. Both of his hands cupped her face, and she loved it as he ravished her lips. His tongue traced across her lips and then plunged into her mouth, making her ache for him. She’d gone from wanting to dive mouth first into a rich, dark chocolate cake, to just kissing this man.
One of his hands sank into her hair, and the other glided down her back, over her hip, and then curved around toward her ass, gripping her. He pulled her in close, and she felt the hardness of his cock as he pressed against her.
“Tell me to fuck off,” he said.
“No.”
He trailed his lips down her neck, going toward her pulse, and if she’d even been tempted to push him away, that certainly wasn’t going to happen now, because the pleasure was out of this world.
She closed her eyes, whimpered, and then cried out as he nipped at that tender flesh. Her neck was so sensitive. She was pretty sure she’d give him whatever he wanted as long as he never stopped kissing her there.
He tugged at her shirt and stopped kissing her long enough to remove her shirt. Before she knew what was happening, she’d already lost her bra, pants, and panties, and they’d somehow moved into her sitting room.
She was pleased that when she got home, she’d already closed her curtains. At night, she did this before it got dark, as she hated staring out the window, looking into the dark at her reflection. She hated the dark, and that hadn’t changed, even as she’d gotten older.
Maverick pressed her over the sofa, and she felt him thrust against her. He was still fully dressed, while she was all but naked. She still had on her socks, but everything else was on the floor. The man was a master.
“Do you have any idea how difficult it is to work on a car when all I’ve been imagining is how good your pussy is going to look with my cock deep inside it?”
Damn! He talked dirty. She gasped.
“No, I don’t.”
“It took me twice as long to change the oil and check the engine.”
She closed her eyes. The last thing she wanted to think about was cars, and he made it even harder as his palm cupped her pussy. One of his fingers slid between her slit, and he sunk knuckle-deep into her core. She tried to contain her moans of pleasure, but Maverick twisted his fingers, and it hit a spot deep inside her that made her moans hard to keep to herself.
“That’s right, baby, let me hear what I’m doing to you. Does that feel good?” he asked.
It felt more than good. She didn’t want him to stop.
He did, though, only to pull his fingers from her pussy, but then he stroked over her clit. She clenched her hands into the fabric of the sofa beneath her, trying to gain control, but she was no match for him. Maverick knew exactly what to do to make her scream, to make her beg for more, and she loved every second of it.
“Does this pussy want my cock?” he asked, stopping his stroking to plunge two fingers inside her this time. Each time he did, he started to stretch her out. His fingers were nowhere near the size of his cock.
“Yes!”
She wanted him deep inside her. Today had been a nightmare for her as well. She’d thought about him constantly, even after she saw him at lunch.
Her father had kept busy, and that hadn’t helped, because she was left to her own thoughts. Maverick had always featured in them, and now even more so.
He pulled his fingers from her pussy, and she was about to object, but then she heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper slowly sliding down. She had no idea a zipper could sound so erotic.
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Maverick had intended to be the gentleman. To explore Freya, to take his time, to even have dinner with her, and then make love to her. The moment she opened the door, he’d lost all control. All he could think about was being with her, and that was driving him crazy. None of what he’d said was a lie. Freya was in his thoughts. She had always been in his thoughts over the past couple of years, but now he’d had a taste, it had awakened that obsessive thing in his head that he couldn’t let go. He needed her, wanted her, and that wasn’t going away, nor did he want it to.
Pulling out his thick cock, he worked from the base up to the tip, and back down again. Pre-cum was already leaking out of the tip, and he gritted his teeth, trying to control himself. The last thing he wanted was for this to be over with just a few strokes.
Freya made him lose his mind. She turned him on so damn much. She was the woman for him.
Spreading the cheeks of her ass, he stared at her tight little hole, and then down toward her cunt. Both a temptation to him, but he knew he would have to get her ready to take him in the ass. There would be plenty of time for the two of them to explore that very soon.
He couldn’t resist pushing his fingers inside her tight hole, and watching as she took them knuckle-deep inside her. So pretty. Removing his finger from her pussy, he wrapped his hand around his cock and guided himself inside her. The moment he was just an inch deep, he had to stop and just bask in the feel of her surrounding him. Fuck, he was going to lose his mind, and all she’d done was take a single inch of him inside her.
Slowly, he started to fill her, taking his time, enjoying the feel of her surrounding his dick. When he didn’t need to use his hand anymore, he returned his grip to her hips, and then he watched as she took the last few inches.
She felt so good. Her pussy already tightened around his length.
He gritted his teeth, and the desire to fucking growl her name was so strong. It was an overwhelming desire that he did curb. Instead, he seated himself to the hilt, and enjoyed each pulse of her cunt. It was like she was trying to pull his orgasm from his body.
Maverick had no choice but to hold on and wait it out.
She was so fucking perfect.
He couldn’t believe he’d finally been able to take the next step with Freya fucking Parker. It felt like a lifetime of watching her, wanting her, yearning for her, but never quite being able to reach her. Holy shit, he did owe Adele’s ex-husband for bringing him and Freya together. He pulled out of his thoughts, and instead focused on what he was doing.
She was amazing. Also, he sensed her growing impatience as she began to wriggle on his length.
“Please!”
He loved the desperation in her voice. Running his hands across the base of her back, he moved down and spread the cheeks of her ass wide, seeing her cunt filled with his cock. He loved that sight.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asked.
“Yes, you know I want you,” she said.
He couldn’t help but smile, because he wanted to take her so badly, but he also wanted to hear her beg him for it.
“Beg me,” he said.
She let out a little growl that sounded like a mix of frustration and determination. He was going to get what he wanted, whether she liked it or not.
“Damn it, Maverick.”
Freya tried to wriggle, and he didn’t want to stop her, but he also wanted to hear those pretty words from her lips.
“All it will take is you asking me, baby,” he said. “Ask me. Beg me.”
“Asking is a little different from begging!”
He had a feeling Freya had never begged anyone for anything in her life, which he did feel kind of saddened by. But at the same time, he had that feeling, the one that consumed him at the fact no other man had touched his woman. She belonged to him. He was the only one to know just how good her pussy felt, wrapped around his dick.
“Maybe this will help,” he said. He reached between her thighs, found her clit, and started to stroke her.
He felt her instant reaction as she whimpered and then rocked back against him. Another whimper, and she tried to move over his dick, but he wouldn’t let her. She wasn’t going anywhere. He knew exactly how to touch her, to make her burn, to make her want to beg.
“Please, damn it, Maverick. Please, fuck me. I want your dick. Fuck me. I need you.”
And he didn’t make her repeat herself.
Tightening his grip on her hips, he began to pound inside her, fucking her harder, taking her higher, and he was so close to his orgasm it was fucking unreal.
“Touch yourself, Freya. Make yourself come.”
He wanted to be the one to do it, but right now, his focus was on trying not to come too soon.
Once again, he felt her as she touched her own clit, and she felt so fucking good. He closed his eyes, but then he immediately opened them, because he didn’t want to miss anything. Maverick loved the sight of her pussy wrapped around his naked cock. Once again, he’d not used a condom. He didn’t want there to ever be anything between them, and he knew if he wasn’t careful, it was going to bite him in the ass.
The truth was, he didn’t know how to tell Freya what he was doing, and that was crazy.
His name spilled from her lips, and he felt her release as her pussy tightened around him, and then it was milking him, as if she couldn’t stand the idea of him not coming at the same time. She didn’t have to wait too long.
He’d been holding on by a thread, and now he spilled his cum deep inside her, flooding her womb, knowing one of these days they were going to make a baby.