“Nice, I think you said.” He pulls down on my bottom lip and presses his thumb on my tongue, just like he did with his fingers. “Are you going to let me fuck you?”
“Yeah,” I manage to get out, and moisture builds between my legs. “We’re definitely doing that.”
Maverick leans back and puts his hands behind his head, a vision of lazy arrogance. My underwear is still wrapped around his wrist, and I wonder if he’s going to try to take it back to his room with him.
“Whenever you’re ready.”
I roll my eyes but hook my fingers in the waistband of his briefs, desperate to feel him without any restrictions between us. I shimmy his underwear down his legs until they loop around his ankles, and my mouth pops open.
His cock is thick and hard. A long length, and easily the biggest I’ve ever seen. Pre-cum glistens on the head, and a smug part of me revels in knowing he enjoyed getting me off as much as I enjoyed him doing it.
“You absolute asshole,” I whisper.
He strokes himself up and down. A dimpled smirk pulls at the corner of his lips when I follow the bob of his hand. “Average, right?”
“You know there’s not a damn thing about you that’s average.” I rest my palms on his chest and drag my nails down his skin, leaving little half-moon marks behind. “What do you want me to say? That you’re not going to fit? Because I’m not sure you are.”
“We’ll get you there.” He lets go of his cock and gives my hip two taps. “Go to the end of the bed and lie on your back.”
I move at his command because the man is wielding a fuckingweapon.
I scoot across the wrinkled sheets and prop my legs up. My neck hangs over the edge of the mattress, and I wait for what he’s going to do next.
Maverick climbs off the bed and walks until he’s standing above me. He strokes himself, fingers curled around his shaft, and I take a steadying breath.
“Do you still want to choke on my cock?” he asks, and there’s a pang in my chest at his question. That he’s taking the time to make sure I’m in agreement about something I said off-handedly and not rushing in without asking.
I nod, my eyes set on him. “I do.”
“Do you trust me?”
I tip my head farther back, wanting to make my intent clear. “I trust you completely, Maverick.”
His grin is stunning, a burst of joy that explodes into a thousand colors across his face.
I’ve never seen something so beautiful.
This is just sex,my head screams, a reminder I need as he runs his thick cock over my lips.You’re not going to fall for his charm.
“Open up, Emmy girl. It’s time for you to deliver on that promise.”
I shiver at the affectionate name and open my mouth wider. Salty pre-cum sticks to my tongue, and I lick him from the base of his shaft to the tip eagerly. I hollow out my cheeks, and when he comes close to hitting the back of my throat, my eyes explode with tears.
“There you go.” Maverick rests his large hand around my throat, and my pulse jumps at the pressure he adds. “You’re doing so well.”
He wipes the tears away from my cheeks with his thumb, and I don’t bother to make this pretty.
It’s sloppy. Drool hangs from the corner of my mouth and the sound of my gagging fills the room. I don’t stop, taking him deeper until he bottoms out, then I cup his balls in my hand.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, tugging on my hair. “I think that’s enough.”
“But I haven’t choked yet.” I put my mouth back on him and swallow. “You can give me more than that, can’t you, hot shot?”
“Your compliments really help my confidence, Red.” Maverick pulls out of me with apop, and I blink up at him. “Look at you all messy. So beautiful.”
“You did say you were going to make a mess out of me.” I slip my hand between my legs and tease my sensitive clit with a gentle brush of my fingers. Tasting him turned me on. “What do you like, Maverick? What makes you feel good?”
“You,” he says, and he hauls me across the bed until he settles against the pillows. “You’re more than enough.”
