Chapter 25 Maverick #2
She continues to move, rolling her hips in a rhythm that has me biting back curses. Her hands move from my throat and press against my chest for leverage, her lace-covered tits bouncing with every grind, and my mouth waters, wanting to swirl my tongue around the barbells.
I’m completely undone.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I rasp. “Perfect. Every single part of you.”
Her nails drag over my abs as she finds her pace, faster now, every drop of her slick coating me, making obscene sounds where we’re joined. My hips fight against the restraints, meeting her halfway, chasing every ounce of friction she’ll give me.
“Goddamn, Amelia, you feel like heaven.” My voice is low and reverent, but the tension in my gut is pure desperation. “You’re so tight for me, baby—fuck—you’re gonna make me—”
I bite down on a groan, jaw locking. “I’m close. Where do you want it?”
Her answer is instant. “Inside of me, Maverick.”
That’s it. My control shatters.
I thrust up into her hard, my release ripping through me in hot, pulsing waves as I spill deep inside her. My head falls back, my chest heaving, the sound of her moan searing itself into me.
We stay there for a moment, her hips slowing to a lazy grind, my cock still buried in her, still hard. I look up at her, my lips curling into something feral.
“Oh no, dollface,” I murmur, my voice rough. “Keep going. I have more… and I want you to keep riding me until you take every last drop. I want to fill you up until my cum is dripping out of you for hours.”
Her answering smirk is pure sin, and she picks up the pace again. My thighs tighten, my muscles flexing as I try to move with her, desperate to give her more. My wrists strain against the tape as I pull harder away from the headboard.
“Please,” I grit, straining against the tape. “Let me touch you.”
She shakes her head, biting her lower lip as her eyes lock on mine. “You’ll touch me when I say.” She leans forward, so her hair brushes my jaw, and whispers, “Give me what you promised.”
I push my hips from the mattress as much as I can, meeting her in shallow thrusts that match her grind. The angle hits her precious G-spot, which makes her nails dig into my shoulder, making her gasp my name.
“Yeah, baby,” I croon, throwing my head back against the pillow, my grip on the headboard white-knuckled.
“There it is. You can take it, doll face—fuck—you’re so damn tight for me.
” My hips meet her rhythm again, as I drag my gaze back to her, locking eyes.
“You feel that? Every inch of me, right where you need it.”
Her nails dig into my chest as she comes apart for the third time, her body trembling around me, clenching tight and milking every drop of my second release. My own breathing is harsh, ragged, and I’m dripping sweat down my temples, but I can’t stop looking at her.
I pull against the tape, harder this time. Adrenaline floods my muscles, and with a sharp jerk, I break free.
My hands are on her before she can react, my palm grips her lower back, and my other hand braces her hip.
“Tsk-Tsk,” I rasp, flipping her onto her back in one quick move. Her startled gasp hits my ears just as I slam her down onto the mattress, pinning her there. “My turn now, dollface.”
Her eyes are still glassy from her orgasm when I hook my arms under her knees, lifting and pressing her legs against my shoulders.
The position opens her up perfectly for me, her lace panties long discarded, her skin flushed a pretty shade of pink as she glistens under the warm glow of the lamp beside the bed.
“Fuck,” I whisper, leaning over her, my chest brushing her thighs. My palm cradles her cheek, thumb stroking over her bottom lip. “You look so damn pretty like this, baby.”
She moans in response, arching her back, opening herself up more for me.
I drag my thumb slowly along the seam of her mouth, and when I push it past her lips, she doesn’t hesitate as she sucks, her tongue swirling around my thumb, a low moan vibrating around me.
“Mmm,” I groan, pulling my thumb free only to press my mouth to hers for a bruising kiss before I start moving. My hips drive forward, each thrust pulling another sound from her that makes my chest tighten and my cock throb harder.
“You take me so well, baby,” I pant, kissing along her jaw, down her throat. “Every inch of you is mine. Look at you, so perfect, so fucking perfect.”
Her hands clutch at the back of my neck, and I can feel the way her body yields under me, opening up to take me deeper. The bed creaks with the rhythm I set, my hips slamming into hers again and again, each thrust met with a breathless moan of my name.
I’m near the edge. My control’s barely holding on. “Gonna give you every last drop again, dollface,” I grit, my voice a low growl in her ear. “Fill you up so good you’ll still be dripping me in the morning.”
“Every drop,” she whispers, tears stinging her eyes from the intensity. “Give me everything.”
My hips stutter, then lock as I spill inside her for the third time, groaning her name like it’s the only word I’ve ever known. She shudders beneath me, her body milking me through it as her nails scratch along my back.
Our breathing is uneven, sweat cooling on our skin.
I don’t pull out—yet. Instead, I lie down beside her and pull her on top of me, keeping her straddling my hips so I can still feel the warm, snug fit of her around me.
My hands glide over her lower back, tracing every dip of muscle and curve of skin.
I tilt my head back, studying her face—flushed, hair tousled, lips swollen.
“You know what’s fucked up,” I say, a lazy grin tugging at my mouth. “Every time I think I’ve hit my limit with you, I realize I was nowhere close, and I’m not sure I ever want to find it.”