“Yes,” I gasp, arching up against him, biting back a grin. “And if you were really as good as you think, you’d flip me over and fuck me harder.”
His eyes flash, his grin wiped clean. “Oh, you’re gonna regret that.”
He pulls out in one rough drag, flipping me onto my stomach before I can catch my breath. A sharp smack lands on my ass, the sting making me gasp.
“Smart mouth,” he pants, yanking my hips up and slamming back into me so hard I choke on a cry. His voice breaks with a rough laugh. “God, I love it when you fight me, makes me wanna fuck you until you can’t get a word out.”
“Oh, fuck!” I scream, clutching the sheets as he pounds into me from behind, every thrust brutal. My body rocks helplessly as my hair falls into my face, my moans spilling out broken and raw.
He fists a hand in my hair, dragging me upright against his chest, his cock spearing deeper, harder. His mouth latches onto my neck. “That’s it. Ride me back, baby. Show me how my wife takes her husband’s cock.”
The orgasm tears through me violently, my scream echoing off the walls as I shatter around him. My body convulses, my vision going white as he fucks me through it, his moans feral in my ear.
“Fuckfuckfuck.” His hips slam forward one last time as he spills inside me, his roar low and guttural as his whole body shakes, locking me tight against him.
We collapse together, his chest heaving against my back, his arms locked around me. His cock is still thick inside me,twitching, leaking cum. I’m limp, but before I can catch my breath, he groans low against my ear.
“Not done,” he pants, pulling out slowly. “Fuck, baby, I’ve got more.”
Before I can argue, he flips me again, this time onto my back, then shifts down and sprawls out beneath me. His broad shoulders sink into the pillows, his blue eyes heavy-lidded and dark as he grabs my hips and pulls me up over him.
“C’mon, dollface,” he says, voice husky, lips curving into a dangerous grin. “Ride your husband. Show me how my wife takes what she wants.”
My thighs tighten around his hips, but I arch a brow, trying for defiance even though my body aches for him. “You just came,” I point out, smirking down at him. “Don’t tell me the great Maverick Hayes is already tapped out.”
He lets out a broken laugh as his cock twitches hard against my ass. “Tapped out? Baby, I could spend all night in your pussy and still beg for more. Now quit stalling and sit on it.”
I gasp when he slaps my ass lightly, urging me forward. “You’re so fucking bossy.”
“Only ‘cause you like it,” he fires back, teeth flashing as he strokes himself once, guiding his cock against my entrance. “Now, be a good girl and ride your husband.”
Something inside me snaps at that—heat, desire, and something sharp I don’t want to name. I sink down slowly, inch by inch, wrapping around him all over again. My head falls back, a moan escaping me.
“Fuck, Maverick,” I gasp, clutching at his chest.
His hands grip my thighs, steadying me, his eyes locked on mine. “Yeah, that’s it,” he groans, his voice reverent. “Damn, you look so good on my cock. My wife, riding me like she owns me.”
I lean down until my lips brush his ear, whispering through a wicked grin. “Maybe I do own you.”
His answering groan is guttural, his hips jerking up into me. “You do. Christ, baby, you fucking do.”
I start to move, rolling my hips slowly, savoring the way his eyes flutter shut, and the way his breath breaks. His big hands guide me, desperate, worshipful.
He groans as his head falls back against the pillows. “Fuck, Amelia, ride my cock, baby,” he begs, gripping my thighs tighter. “Ruin me, make me cum again, make me yours. Please, I can’t breathe without you.”
I grind down harder, rolling my hips until his head tips back, his moans wrecked. His hands grip my thighs even tighter, and the force of him just makes my pussy wetter.
“Amelia, fuck, I’m close,” he groans, jerking his hips upward, watching my rhythm. “Ride your husband, that’s it, baby.”
I stop.
His eyes snap open as he stares at me with fire dancing in his blue eyes. “What the fu?—?”
Before he can finish, I slide off him in one slow drag and sink down between his legs. His cock slaps against his stomach, glistening, flushed, and aching. I curl my hand around the shaft and smirk up at him.
“I want you to cum on my face,” I purr, stroking him as my tongue darts out to lick the bead of precum at his tip. “Think you can do that for me, baby?”
He stares at me as his mouth drops open. He lets out a broken laugh, then a guttural noise escapes him, and his head jerks back against the pillows.
