9. Maverick
Maverick
There’s a miracle laid out before me, and her name is Corinne.
She’s perfect. Stunning. Gorgeous. Breathtaking. I can hardly think, let alone speak, as I stare at her, legs splayed as she rolls back onto her forearms, looking at me with an expression that sends a jolt straight to my cock. Jesus, she’s the one. The only one. My partner. My soulmate. Mine .
There’s no going back after this. There’s no point in living if Corinne’s not with me. No?—
Hank scratches at the door. I jerk my head toward it and growl, “I’ll feed you later.”
He keeps pawing, and Corinne laughs. The sweetest noise in the world. My favorite noise in the world, aside from the ones she makes when she comes. And she fuckin’ came. Won’t be the last time tonight either.
“Hank,” I warn, chest rattling. “I’m busy.” It comes out with such force that I’m surprised the door doesn’t shake. Thankfully, Hank listens, his nails clicking against the wood floor as he slinks away.
He spent the day with his girl. Now it’s time to tend to mine.
“What are you busy with?” Corinne asks sweetly, cradling her tits in her hands.
I bite the inside of my mouth. Dirty little vixen. I have the urge to cover them with my seed, but shut it down. I’m not coming unless it’s inside my girl.
“That sweet little pussy,” I growl, fisting my cock. “Taste’s like heaven. Bet it feels like it too, wrapped around my cock.”
I start stroking, the bed shaking as I slowly make my way over to her.
“I guess we could test it out. See if it’s true.”
She slides a hand down her belly, right to that little juncture, and starts rubbing herself. My vision narrows, and I dive right back in, shoving her hand out of the way so I can get another taste.
“Maverick,” she moans, gripping my hair.
“W-what are-I already— ohhhhmygod!” Her voice runs the gamut from high-pitched and pleading to deep and damn near demonic as I fuck her with my mouth, spreading her arousal all over my face.
Smothering my face as I shove one arm over her belly, the other hand slipping a finger inside her.
Urging, beckoning, and tearing another orgasm from her.
It doesn’t take long as her thighs clamp against my face, her hips bucking against me as she grips my hair like she’s riding a bucking bronco.
She doesn’t need to worry. I’m not going anywhere.
There’s no place I’d rather be than my face between her legs.
Her thighs sealed around me. Her screams and moans nourishing my soul.
“That’s my girl,” I rasp as her body shakes.
I pull back, rubbing my cock as I stare at Corinne. Her hair’s disheveled, splayed out behind her in wet clumps. One arm across her eyes and forehead as the other fists the sheets beside her. A perfect little angel.
“What in the world was that?” she mutters, chest heaving as she looks up at me.
“Dessert. I was never good about waiting.”
Corinne smiles. “You’re not full of me yet?”
I shake my head. “And you’re not full of me yet.”
She gasps as I grab her legs, tugging her toward me. My cock slides across her slit, balls slamming against her ass.
“Jesus, Corinne,” I mutter, reaching down for her cheek. “You’re a damn miracle. Perfection.”
She takes my thumb into her mouth, sucking on it before letting it go with a pop.
“Speak for yourself.”
I lean forward, molding her perfect tits in my hands. “I want you to know that I don’t do this. I’ve never… You’re the first person I’ve been with in years.” I shake my head. “You’re special. I want you to know that.”
Corinne smiles, turning her head away shyly. But then she looks back at me. “I’ve… never done this.” And then, as if to solidify the point, she adds. “Ever.”
I swallow hard. Rocking back on my knees like I’m kneeling before a goddess. “Never?”
She tilts her head to look at me. Shakes her head once and then lets herself fall back into the mattress.
I guide my cock to her entrance, rubbing the tip against her hot, wet, little hole. “No one’s ever touched this?” My voice sounds different. It’s not my own.
A soft “No.”
“Never kissed it?”
Again, the same answer.
My body feels like it’s vibrating. “Never had…”
I lodge the head of my cock inside her entrance, tight and warm and wet.
“Uh-uh,” she moans. “Never.”
“Jesus,” I mutter, pushing in a little harder. There’s so much resistance. So much… “Fuck, Corinne,” I growl, gripping her thighs.
My mind’s reeling. Can’t believe no one’s touched this angel. How can I be the first? The last. The thought sears my soul. And now I need to make her mine.
I reach for a condom in the nightstand. Shit, do I even have any? Do they expire? I nearly ask Corinne, but she reads my mind.
“No condom. I’m on the pill… and I want to feel all of you. Nothing between us.”
I let out a deep sigh as I reposition myself again, hands gliding across her silky thighs, admiring perfection as my cock nudges her pussy again. I press my thumb against her clit, rubbing her gently as I push into her. “I’ll take it slow, sweet girl. Ease into it, okay?”
She nods, biting down on her lip.
It will be a miracle if I keep my word. I’ve been aching to be inside Corinne. And I’m not sure what will happen once I feel her wrapped around my cock. Those tits bouncing. Her nails digging into my skin.
Corinne squeaks, gripping the sheets tightly as she turns her head.
“Are you okay?”
She turns back, nods. “I’m fine.”
I reach down, stroking her cheek with the back of my hand. “Breathe, sweet girl. Just breathe.”
I slide in, retreating at the first sign of resistance, of pain across my girl’s face. Push and pull. Again and again. Slow and steady as we twine our fingers together. Never felt more connected with anyone before. And I don’t mean because my cock is lodged inside Corinne.
It feels like I’ve known her for years. My entire life. I understand what she needs. Wants. I let go of one hand, reaching to the side to grab her leg, lifting it in the air so I can kiss her soft skin.
She moans. “Deeper. I-I think I can take you deeper.”
I drag my tongue across her skin. Kiss. “I know you can.”
I let her leg fall beside me, and then I press deeper. In and out, back and forth. It’s not long until we find our rhythm, until I’m halfway inside and I feel like I’m about to burst.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Corinne. Milking my cock.”
She moans with delight. “And you’re massive. Can’t believe this is my first…”
I groan as she slides her hand down, grabbing my cock as it slides in and out, slick with her.
“And it will be your last, sweet girl,” I rasp, grabbing her wrist, yanking her up so she’s straddling me.
“Oh, god,” she moans, flinging herself against me, grinding against me.
That’s it. Use me.
“You’re mine, Corinne. There’s no going back.”
“Good. Because I don’t want to go back.”
My mind blanks, and then explodes. Our entire life unspools before me like a film. Marriage. Kids. Growing old on the mountain. I can hardly keep up, but every moment makes my heart race.
“You… You want to stay?”
She rocks against me. Jesus, it’s hard to concentrate balls deep into my dream girl.
“Yes… Yes… YEESSSSS,” she screams.
Fuck it. We’ll figure out the details later.
I fall on my back, letting my girl ride me, her tits bouncing as she leans forward, gripping my chest. Her nails scrape down my torso, and I hope for blood. “Fucking mark me, Corinne. Show me I’m yours.”
She leans down, biting my damn nipple, and I fucking yelp.
“Sorry! I-I got a little carried away.”
This girl. I shake my head and then slap her ass hard enough to make her squeal.
Her eyes light up, the heat of a thousand suns aimed at me. She opens her mouth. Closes it. And then says, “Again.”
I spank her ass again, and I swear it unlocks something inside her. She growls at me. Fucking growls at me. And then grabs hold of my damn chest hair and starts grinding into me like a damn machine.
“Jesus,” I groan as she milks me. “Just like…”
Her tits are bouncing in my face, and she starts moaning. I’m seeing stars flash in my eyes. Planets. The entire Milky Way. She’s sending me to space with her pussy.
“So close,” she moans. “So…”
And then a few moments later, she shatters, moaning as she collapses on me, and I keep thrusting.
“Good fucking girl,” I rasp, wrapping my fist around her hair, tugging her so I can access her sweet mouth again.
She’s in a haze, lips parted as she pants.
I capture her mouth, and she starts moaning, grinding on me again.
We’re both wet with sweat and sex. She pulls away briefly, stares at me.
“I love you.”
There’s nothing sexier.
I grip her hips and unleash, filling her. In and out. My soul finally soothed as I see our future in my mind again. A ring on that finger. A baby in that belly. The life I never thought I’d live… never deserve.
I don’t deserve Corinne, but I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to.
“Yes,” she moans as I finally stop pumping.
She rests on top of me, a warm, soft, sweaty mess that I can’t get enough of.
“I love you, Corinne. I’ve meant every word. I want you with me. I don’t want you to go.”
Corinne tilts her head toward me and smiles.
“You’re never getting rid of me.”
I kiss her softly, slowly. The urgent need I felt kissing her before has subsided, and I want to take my time and savor?—
Metal crashes to the ground, followed by high-pitched chittering and tiny paws scratching the ground as they try and fail to gain purchase.
“Hank,” I rasp against Corinne’s lips.
I can feel her smile against my lips. “Hank.”
We may not have a baby yet, but Hank is certainly putting us through our paces.
“I’ll take care of him,” I say, sighing. “And then…” I grab Corinne’s hair, gripping it tightly. “I’m going to take care of you.”
“Oh yeah?”
I swallow. “Yeah.”
Now.
And forever.
“Fifty-two messages. Twenty-nine missed calls. Thirty-one voicemails. How in the world did she leave me more voicemails than calls?”
Corinne stares at her phone and then back at me.
It was a chore to get up early, but Corinne has a wedding to get to and a bride who’s a little…
a lot. But even with Hank damn near destroying the kitchen to find food, and waking up before the sun on less than a few hours of sleep, I’m happy, content, and completely in love.
I shrug. “I can call her back. Get her to ease up.”
Corinne laughs. “I wouldn’t mind that, but honestly, I don’t care anymore. After getting chased down by a gang of chipmunks, scared out of skin by a raccoon, and?—”
Hank chitters.
“Excuse me, a very handsome raccoon.” Hank nods and goes back to sleeping. “Tackling a chainsaw-wielding maniac mountain man in a damn mountain hurricane.”
I laugh. “You certainly did tackle me last night.”
Again and again. My girl’s insatiable.
Corinne blushes. “Not what I meant, but okay. Yes. Yes, I did.” She pins a stray curl behind her hair before continuing. “What I’m saying is that there are far scarier things in life than an overbearing bride. I’m going to do my job, and we’re going to have a great time at the wedding.”
“We?”
“Of course,” Corinne says, moving toward me, her dress fluttering. “You’re my plus-one.”
“What will Mackenzie say about the late addition?”
She hitches up her dress and straddles me, draping her arms around my neck. “Are you really thinking about Mackenzie right now?” Her voice lowers as she kisses my neck, nips at my ear.
“Not at all.”
“Besides, I can’t wait to see the look on her face when you roll up in flannel. If she really throws a fit, I’ll just say you’re my assistant.”
I wrap my hands around her waist, run them up her ribcage. “Sounds like a plan, but there’s one snag.”
“What’s that?”
“If you keep grinding on me like this, we’ll never make it to the wedding. This dress will be in tatters.”
“Mmm,” she moans into my ear. “That’s a tempting offer.”
“It’s not an offer,” I rasp. “It’s a guarantee.”
“Good thing I have a room at the venue.”
I groan as she grinds against me. This girl. My girl. I can’t get enough of her.
“You’ve got five seconds to get off me, or this dress is toast.”
“One.” She kisses me, hands gripping my face, pulling me into her as she keeps rocking against me. “Two,” she mutters.
Say five. Just say five so I can?—
Before she makes it to five, she slides off me.
“Fuck me,” I rasp.
She smiles. “Oh, I plan on it.”
I shake my head as she extends her hand. I almost pull her back on top of me, but I won’t. Corinne’s got a job to do, and I’m not going to blow it up for her.
I stand up, and she turns. “Let’s goo ooooh!”
I spank her ass, and she glares at me. Two can play this game.
“You’ll pay for that.”
I grab her wrist, yank her toward me. She folds into me as I wrap my arms around her.
“I’m planning on it,” I rasp before kissing her harshly, madly, deeply, savoring every single second, every moan and whimper.
This girl shattered my world and rebuilt it. And now we get to spend the rest of our lives living in it.
Forever isn’t long enough.