She stroked me once, then twice. “You always take such good care of me.” She dropped to her knees on the rug. “Sir?” Her voice slightly trembled as she looked up at me. “May I…?” Her hand loosely wrapped around my raging hard-on.
The air was thick with the smell of her desperation and my dominance, a fucking cocktail of lust that made my cock twitch against her lips before she even touched it. She was on her knees, like she’d been born to serve, her gorgeous eyes locked on mine, begging for permission.
I didn’t even answer with words—just a sharp nod, my hand tangling in her hair, yanking her head forward until her hot little mouth was wrapped around my dick. She moaned around me; the vibrations made my knees weak, and I throbbed against her tongue, already leaking pre-cum like a faucet.
Her mouth was a goddamn vice, tight and wet, her tongue working the underside of my shaft like she’d spent her whole life practicing for this moment. Her small hands weren’t idle either—they gripped the base of my cock, jerking me in rhythm with her mouth, her fingers sliding over my balls, teasing them like she wanted to milk every fucking drop out of me.
“That’s it, my filthy girl,” I growled, my voice low and rough, “take what I give you.”
She obeyed, hollowing her cheeks and sinking down until her nose was pressed against my pelvis, her throat stretching around me. I could feel her gagging, but she didn’t stop, didn’t pull back, just took every fucking inch like the good girl she was.
“You’re such a good girl,” I muttered, my hips rolling forward, fucking her face now, her throat making these wet, slurping sounds that drove me fucking wild. Her eyes watered, tears streaking her cheeks, and she looked up at me like I was her god, her lips stretched obscenely around my cock. Pride showed on her face.
I could feel the pressure building in my balls, my thighs tightening as I got closer, and I warned her, “I’m gonna come, Maverick.”
But she didn’t pull away. She fucking shook her head no, her eyes locked on mine, and I lost it. My cock pulsed, shooting ropes of cum straight down her throat, and she swallowed every fucking drop, her tongue lapping at my tip like she couldn’t get enough.
When I was done, I pulled out slowly, my dick slick with her spit and my cum, and I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Clean it,” I ordered, my voice harsh, and she didn’t hesitate. Her tongue flicked out, licking my shaft from base to tip, her lips closing around me to suck off every last trace as spit ran down her chin.
Finally, I pulled her up, her body pressed against mine, her lips swollen and wet. I kissed her deeply, my tongue fucking her mouth, tasting myself on her, and I didn’t give a shit. She was mine, my filthy little mate, and I was so fucking proud of her.
“Good girl.” My hands slid down to grip her ass, squeezing hard. “You’re my naughty, dirty girl.”
“You need to come, Maverick?”
“Yes, Sir. Please, I need it.”
I pulled her over to the bed as I wasn’t nearly finished with her. She was still gasping, her chest heaving, her skin glistening with sweat and spit, when I bent her over the edge, her ass high in the air, her pussy glistening and begging for me.
“You ready for me, baby? This isn’t going to be gentle.” I growled, my voice thick and dark, and she whimpered, her thighs trembling as I ran my hand down the curve of her spine, feeling the heat of her skin beneath my palm. My fingers traced lower, slipping between her ass cheeks, and she shivered, her breath hitching as I found her slick, dripping cunt. I shoved two fingers inside her without warning, her tight little hole clenching around me like a vice. I curled my fingers, fucking her hard and fast, her body jerking as she cried out, her hips bucking against my hand.
“Color,” I demanded, my cock already throbbing, ready to claim her again.
“Green, Sir!” she screamed, her voice breaking, and that was all the permission I needed. I pulled my fingers out, slick with her juices, and lined my cock up with her entrance. She was so fucking tight, her pussy fluttering around the tip of my dick as I pushed inside her. There was no gentleness here—no slow, sweet fucking. I slammed into her, burying myself all the way in one brutal thrust, and she arched her back, her nails clawing at the sheets as she screamed my name.
Her cunt was a furnace, hot and wet and perfect, and I fucked her hard, every thrust driving her closer to the edge. I could feel her clenching around me, her body trembling as I hit that sweet spot deep inside her, but I wasn’t going to let her come—not yet. I reached around, rubbing her clit with rough, uneven strokes, teasing her until she was whimpering, begging for release. But I denied her, pulling my hand away just as she was about to tip over the edge, leaving her gasping and desperate.
I slapped her clit, not hard, just enough to make her jolt. “You gonna come for me, or do I need to work harder?”
She sobbed, desperate. “Please, Sir, I’ll do anything—”
My knot was already starting to form, swelling at the base of my cock, and I paused for a moment, just to watch her pussy stretch to accommodate me. It was fucking mesmerizing—the way her tight little hole swallowed my cock, her body adjusting to take every inch of me. I started moving again, small, shallow thrusts that had her moaning and writhing beneath me. I could feel her clit throbbing, her pussy pulsing around me, and I knew she was close—so fucking close.
“You like being my doll, filthy girl? You like being fucked until you don’t even know your name?”
“Yes, Sir. Please, please!”
I gathered her wetness on my fingers, slick with her juices, and rubbed her clit hard and fast, watching as her body jerked, her back arching as she finally came undone. Her pussy clenched around me, milking my cock as I followed her over the edge, my knot locking us together as I came hard, filling her up with every last drop of my cum. She was screaming, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
“I love how you take what I give you, baby. I love how you trust me to take care of you. So fucking proud of you.” I was almost as breathless as she was.
I leaned over her, my breath hot against her ear as I whispered, “So glad you’re mine.”
We stayed like that for what felt like forever, her body draped over the edge of the bed, my knot still buried inside her, until it finally started to deflate. But even then, I wasn’t ready to let her go. We were one animal, one heart. Forever.
Chapter 15
Brie
