“You promised to fuck me senseless,” I began, breathless. “Please, Mav…”
“You’re going to be the end of me,” he let out. The bed creaked and shifted as he kissed and licked his way over my spine. My body shuddered under him, already raw and wanting. His fingers threaded through my hair, and he tilted my head back. As his lips brushed against my ear, he said, “But, fuck, you’re so goddamn pretty when you beg for my cock.”
The words shot straight to my balls, and I let out a pathetic, needy sound. His fingers tightened in my hair, holding me in place, while he grabbed the lube with his free hand. I waited impatiently as he quickly coated his cock in lube.
“Do you like begging for me, princess?” he demanded instead of giving me what I wanted. The denial made me squirm.
“Yes.”Yes, I did.I didn’t have a clue why, but doing so made my dick ache and arousal spike. My heart raced with anticipation as his tongue ran up the side of my neck, and his teeth scraped against my ear.
“Good,” he growled. “Then fucking beg.”
“Please.”
“Try harder, Harley.”
“Please,” I whispered breathlessly. Despite being pinned under him, I tried to push back on him. The way the crown of his dick pressed against my entrance was a tease that had me desperate for him to fuck me.
“It’s cute you think I’ll let you fuck yourself on my cock, princess.” He bit my shoulder, and I moaned. I clung to the sheet for the sake of my sanity, like I might lose control and come before we even started. My chest heaved as every single word he said drove me wild. His hips flexed slightly, and the press of his dick against that tight ring of muscles was too much. The hollowache inside me made me whimper for more. I needed some kind of relief.
“Please, Mav.”
“Please… what?” he prompted. “Use your words like a good boy to ask for what you want, princess.”
“Please, fuck me,” I begged, gasping. The little hum he let out against my ear as he considered it wasn’t reassuring.And it did nothing to satiate my desperation.“Please… I need you to fuck me.”
“Need me to or want me to?” Maverick asked, making me falter.
“Is there a difference?” I replied quietly. There wasn’t one that I understood.
“The difference, princess,” he began, his tongue tracing the curve of my ear, “is that wanting my cock means you crave it, but needing my cock? Needing my cock means you’re a desperate mess without it. Needing my cock means you have to have every fucking inch or you’ll go crazy.”
My breath stuck in my throat as my mind tried to process the filthy words coming from him. While my mind didn’t, my dick did. It jerked against my stomach, and my eyes rolled back.Fuck, I was so close.
“So, tell me, princess,” he said, “do you want my cock or do you need it?”
“I need it,” I admitted shamelessly. “Please, I need it.”
“Say it like the good boy I know you are.”
“I need your cock,” I told him, making sure to get the words right for him. “Please. I need your cock, Mav. I need you to fuck me,please.”
“That’s my good boy,” Maverick whispered, punctuating the words with a quick thrust of his hips that punched the air out of my lungs. The sound I let out was inhuman at the immediatestretch of my body around his thick length. The burn was overwhelming, even as my muscles clamped around him.
There was no chance to breathe—no chance to recover—as he set a relentless pace, his hips driving me hard into the mattress. His grunts and groans were quiet, lost amid the uncontrolled, feral sounds I made. The spread of my legs and tilt of my hips created an angle that gave him deep access to my body. Every harsh thrust had his cock rammed against that magic spot while I rocked against the bed with each bruising snap. My dick throbbed violently, trapped between the friction of the sheets and the pressure of my body.
I was delirious, lost in a chaotic swirl of sensations threatening to tear me apart from the inside out. The fullness teetered the line of pain and bliss while his balls slapped against my ass with every thrust. My chest heaved with breaths I couldn’t catch, and my heart hammered wildly in my ears. The insatiable heat building in my spine was too much, coiling with a blinding intensity.
My body convulsed as I came, my orgasm ripping unexpectedly through me, and hot cum pooled against my stomach, soaking the sheets. I groaned and shuddered, going rigid. Maverick’s rapid past continued, every thrust against my prostate drawing out my pleasure until I was a trembling, babbling mess under him.
“Did you just come all over my sheets before I could touch you?” he demanded when the waves began to subside. My cheeks burned deeply as something akin to shame blossomed in my chest. “Ah-ah.Don’t do that, princess. Out of your head, you hear me? It’s hot to know your cum ruined my sheets because you’re so damn desperate for me to fuck you.”
Oh, well… when he put it that way…
His hand left my hair as his fingers dug into my hips and repositioned me how he wanted—in a way that better suitedhim. His pace damn near doubled as he pounded into me. Skin slapped on skin as he used my body however he wanted to chase his own release until his body stuttered. He buried his cock as far inside me as he could, pinning me in place, as he filled my ass with every drop of his cum that I’d wanted. The deep guttural moans of satisfaction he let out had my dick twitching with interest all over again.I liked being the reason he made those sounds.
Minutes passed with only our heavy panting filling the room. My body buzzed pleasantly despite the faint ache from how rough he’d been, while my mind drifted comfortably into a happy, sated place.
“Feel better?” Maverick asked softly, his hand smoothing down my spine. He eased out of me, and I felt his cum dripping out of my ass. My muscles clenched as if I could somehow keep him inside me.
