Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
Maverick
H er eyes grow wide and her mouth falls open into a little O as she realizes what I’m saying.
I’ve gone too far. I know it, but I can’t help it. And I don’t care.
She needs to know exactly what it will mean if we do this. I’m not like my brothers; I don’t do casual. And there will never be anything casual with Madison. She’s different.
She makes me feel different. Better. Complete.
Everything about that is insane, but I don’t care. The only thing I care about is the answer that she’s about to give me.
“Do you understand, Madi?”
Her eyes don’t leave mine as she nods slowly. “I want that.”
Her words are almost my undoing but somehow I manage to hold myself in check. “You want to be mine, doll?”
She swallows hard and once again, she nods. “So badly.”
I still don’t think she fully understands what that means. At least to me. She’s so young, so innocent. And she has her whole life ahead of her. A life that includes research and making the world a better place. Not living on a mountain with a grumpy mountain man.
No matter what she says, I know this can’t be forever.
No matter how much my entire body is craving it.
Still, I have to take her word at face value. At least, for now, because I can no longer hold back. I close the space between us and crush my mouth to hers.
Her groan is the sweetest sound as her mouth gives way to mine and my tongue sweeps through her mouth. She’s intoxicating.
My hands move over her soft skin. They want to be everywhere all at once.
I lower her back to the sleeping bag and sit back on my heels to admire her beautiful body. “You’re gorgeous.”
Her hand moves to cover herself. “I’m?—”
“No.” I capture both her hands in one of mine and pull them away from her body. Tugging her arms up over her head, I pin them easily with my hand, which has the added advantage of pushing her tits up and out. “You never need to cover yourself. You are, without a doubt, the most perfect woman I’ve ever seen.”
My words do something to her. She sighs, and I can see her relax a little bit. It kills me that Madi might have even the tiniest doubt about how beautifully perfect she is. I vow to do everything in my power to make sure she never doubts it again.
“What about you?”
Her eyes dart from my face, down to my incredibly hard erection still trapped in my jeans, straining for release. It’s only then that I realize I’m still fully clothed.
“You want to see me?”
She bites her bottom lip in a way that drives me wild and nods.
Who am I to deny her?
I release her arms long enough to pull my shirt over my head without undoing any buttons and move to my boots and jeans. It only takes me a few seconds before I’m fully naked. It’s only then that I notice Madi has grown quiet.
Her eyes are wide. Her gaze is locked on my cock, which, I have to admit, probably looks formidable to any woman, let alone one as innocent as Madi.
“Madi? Doll?”
She swallows hard but still doesn’t look away from my monster cock. “It’s…” She doesn’t finish the sentence; she doesn’t have to. It’s written all over her face.
She’s terrified.
Madison
He’s massive.
Bigger than massive.
I don’t know what I expected. To be fair, I didn’t really have any expectations at all. It’s not like I’ve ever even seen one before, but even with my nonexistent experience, I know Maverick’s dick is way bigger than normal.
There’s no way. I shake my head and don’t even realize I’m slowly backing up until Maverick stops me.
“It’s okay, doll.” Something about his voice soothes me, especially when he adds, “You were made for me, Madi. There’s nothing to worry about.”
I believe him.
I can’t explain why or how, but something about this man makes me feel safe in a way I’ve never felt before. I know that with Maverick, no matter what happens, everything will be okay. It’s a sense of peace I’ve never felt in my life. As a product of the foster system, I’ve never known the sense of safety that comes with having a person you can trust implicitly, but somehow I know I’ve found it in Maverick. I feel it in every part of my body and soul.
I nod and wiggle myself closer to him so I’m near enough to reach out and touch the thick, hard rod between his legs.
He shudders, his entire body tensing as my fingers flutter over his length. I’m not sure how to do it. How he wants me to touch him, or if there’s a right or wrong way.
Maverick’s eyes are closed tightly and his head is tilted back a little, but he’s not stopping me. I take it as a good sign and slowly wrap the fingers of first one hand and then the other around his girth. His skin is velvety soft over the hardness. It’s a contrast I didn’t expect. I like it.
When he moans a little, I grow more confident and start sliding both my hands up and down his length, squeezing a little as I go.
The more my hands move over him, the more my own excitement grows. Above me, Maverick is working hard to control his reactions. He’s still as a statue, with only the occasional sound slipping from his lips.
I slid one hand to the head of his massive cock and use one finger to rub the drop of moisture that glistens on the tip, all around. I’m completely mesmerized until he grabs my hands and pulls me away.
“Stop.” The word is little more than a groan.
Disappointment flares through me until I tip my head up to look at him.
His eyes are open, staring at me, dark with desire. “If you keep touching me like that, doll, I won’t be able to control myself.”
Heat blooms between my legs at the promise held in his words. I don’t want him to control himself. I just want him. All of him.
Slowly, Maverick pushes me back to the sleeping bag and climbs up and over me, so his body is tenting mine.
“Did I do okay?”
His lips twitch up into a sexy grin.
I love it when I can make my grumpy mountain man smile at me.
“Doll, you did everything perfectly.”
Turns out I love it even more when he praises me.
The ache between my legs begins to grow again, and I try to rub my legs together for some relief. But Maverick stops me by wedging his massive body between my thighs.
I spread my legs impossibly wide for him to fit with me, and I suck in a breath, preparing myself for what’s next.
Maverick
It’s an act of great restraint to hold myself back from plunging my cock deep into Madi’s delicious heat. She’s so wet. She’s so ready.
She’s still a virgin.
There’s no other way. I have to go slow. If her first time isn’t amazing for her, then I’m not worthy of my little doll. Her pleasure is my only priority.
She’s surprised when I slip my hand between her legs. I know she was expecting my cock, and it fills me with pleasure to know how much she wants it.
But first, I need to make sure her body is ready, too.
She’s already so wet. My finger pushes into her hot heat easily. She stills beneath me at the intrusion, but then quickly relaxes into the sensation.
I was right. She’s so unbelievably tight. Completely untouched in every way.
Forcing myself to go slow, I move my finger inside her passage. Twisting and turning until she’s once more mewling and making those sexy sounds that I’ve already grown to love that tell me she’s getting close to another orgasm. When I slip in a second finger, she lifts her hips to meet me.
“More, Mav. I want more.”
I can’t keep the smile from my lips at her greedy need. “There’ll be more, doll. Be patient.”
Her hands grip my shoulders, her fingers digging into the flesh. “Please.” The word is a plea on her lips and there is no way I can deny her.
With her juices dripping down my hand, I know she’s as ready as she’s ever going to be. I withdraw my hand, replacing it with the head of my cock, notched against the cleft in her legs. I press forward the slightest bit, stretching her just a little, and her eyes fly open.
“Remember.” I reach for her cheek and stroke it gently before kissing her softly. “There’s no going back from this.”
She nods, remembering our earlier conversation. “I know. I want this, Maverick. I want you .”
Her choice of words almost breaks me. God. How I wish those words meant more than sex.
But that’s a fantasy world, and I damn well know it. I’ll take what she’ll give me. And right now, she’s giving herself to me. I can’t imagine a greater gift.
I kiss her again because there’s no way I can’t. And while my mouth is on hers, I press my cock into her sweet tightness. Just a little, but it’s still enough to make her gasp into my mouth and suck in a breath.
I pull away from her mouth so I can look into her beautiful eyes. “Madi?”
“It’s so…”
“It’s okay. Just relax and breathe, doll. You were made for this.” For me.
I can see her relax and as soon as she does, I press another thick inch into her. Madi squeezes her eyes shut, but I need to see her. I need to be sure she’s okay. “Open your eyes, Madi. Look at me.”
She does as I ask, and I press another inch into her impossibly tight passage. She’s squeezing me so firmly, it takes every ounce of self-control I can muster to hold myself back. She feels so fucking good.
“Good girl,” I murmur. “You’re doing so good. So damn perfect.”
She comes to life with my praise, and I see the moment she lets go. Her pupils darken and her mouth falls open a little more. It’s then that I let myself plunge all the way into her sweet pussy.
“Oh!”
It must hurt. At least a little. But my sweet doll is taking every inch of me like a champ. I give her a moment to get used to the sensation, but then I can no longer wait. I need her with an urgency that is only growing stronger with every passing second.
“Madi?”
She nods to my unasked question and without hesitation, I pull almost all the way back out before driving myself forward again. “You feel so good, doll. Made just for me.” Again, I thrust deep inside. This time, she lets out a moan. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and I can feel my cock wet with her juices. Knowing how her body is responding to me only urges me on. “That’s right. It feels good to have my big, thick cock inside you, doesn’t it?”
Her eyes focus on mine. She nods. “So good, Maverick. You feel so good. It’s…I don’t know…”
My chatty girl is speechless. I love that I do that to her.
Again, I thrust as deeply into her as I can. This time, I feel her tense beneath me. “That’s right, Madi. Come on my cock for me.” I slip my finger between us and press on her clit before she has time to respond. And then she’s flying, trembling and vibrating beneath me as her climax slams into her.
I’m right behind her. With one more thrust, my own orgasm crashes through me in a primal surge. I take my hot, hard release inside her, filling her full of my seed while she’s still quivering beneath me, saturated in her pleasure. I’ve never known a sensation as pure as this.
And it scares the hell out of me.