Finally, my keeper breaks away, fighting for air. “Why are you still wearing clothes?”
That is an excellent question. I quickly remedy this newfound problem, stripping and tossing my clothes off to the side. Before I can pull her back to me, Maven gracefully gets to her knees, tracing one hand over my chest as she goes so she can teasingly tweak the piercing in my left nipple. I exhale harshly at the delicious sensation before she wraps one hand around my hard erection and pumps it slowly.
Her touch is both relief and torment, yet something about her on her knees doesn’t sit well with me. My darling isa powerful, dark, dominant force of nature—sovereign of my entire existence.
She should kneel for no one.
Maven smirks up at me as if she knows just what has me frowning. “I’m doing this because I want to. Next time, you’ll be on your knees for me.”
I smile, tracing her lovely face. “The perfect position to enjoy every moment of your pleasure.”
She returns the smile before leaning forward, her soft lips sliding over the head of my cock to wet it. It feels divine, and then I jolt, gasping when she uses her teeth to gently tug on one of my piercings. The sensation sends raw need dancing along my spine while Maven looks up with that glimmering, mischievous gaze I can't get enough of.
She licks slowly around the tip, exploring further and further until I can no longer hold back my groans of bliss. Then she pulls back to murmur, “I want to feel you in my throat.”
Fuck me.
I nod and tangle one hand in her hair, desperately trying to keep my wits about me so I don't snap and become too rough with her.
“Open wider for me,” I whisper raggedly before she sinks lower on my cock.
When she hums in acknowledgment, I swear and bite my free knuckle for something else to focus on besides the consuming pleasure of her deliciously warm mouth sucking my cock so perfectly. Maven sinks further, taking almost all of me as she reaches up to cup my aching balls curiously.
I moan and tip my head back, panting. Gods fucking save me, this lovely mouth of hers.
“Darling…go slower, or I’ll?—”
She hums and swallows around my head, and my vision nearly whites out.
“Fuck,” I curse, pulling out of her heavenly mouth as fast as possible to try to stop the intense, telling tingle low in the base of my spine.
Such a naughty tease. As if I'd fucking come before her.
My attention drops to Maven's hand, which is in her panties, circling as she licks her lips and gazes at my wet, aching erection.
“On your back,” I rasp.
She arches a brow and moves so fast that I go breathless when I'm suddenly lying in the grass. She straddles my chest, so I have a mouthwatering view of the wetness between her thighs when she slips her panties down enough that I can see her pretty cunt.
“No. You get on your back,” she whispers.
So sensually devious. She drives me insane with such sweet cruelties.
I adore the teasing and can do nothing but watch, burning alive as my obsession strips atop me ever so slowly. When she shucks her oversized shirt, her fingers brush softly along her exposed skin, tracing her bare sides. She’s not wearing a bra, thank the gods.
I groan with need when she begins toying with her perfect nipples, shutting her eyes before she ever so slowly glides one hand down to slip her fingers through her wet, beautiful little cunt. Her head tips back in a soft moan.
I'm a madman.
I have been for quite some time.
But even though I’m thoroughly enjoying every moment of her teasing, when Maven withdraws her wet fingers and brushes them against my lips, I snap. I can't fucking take any more and reach up, ripping the panties from her thighs to toss them onto my nearby jacket.
I’m keeping those as a godsdamned souvenir.
Then I scoot her forward, cup her ass, and drag my tongue through all the delicious nectar she's dripping just for me.
Maven gasps and arches, grinding against my face as I suck and lick her greedy pussy, my head spinning as my cock weeps and pulses, desperate for her.
