“Never said how long it would take me to get there.” He sucked hard.
I swore as I arched violently, throwing a leg over his hip to hold my center against his abs.
He took his time with my breast before licking, sucking, and biting his way to the second one. His abs were slick with my pleasure as I ground against him, wrapping both legs around his back for better leverage.
“Get on with it,” I gritted out.
His gravelly chuckle against my breast was the only response I got, but he finally started making his way down to where I wanted him. He parted my thighs as his tongue dipped inside my belly button—which shouldnothave been as hot as it was, but I was desperate—and his mouth finally met my core.
I came violently, cursing and arching against his face. My fingers were buried in his hair, gripping tightly as he devoured me. His chest was rumbling with a low, consistent growl as the moment went on.
And on.
And on.
I came again, unraveling on his mouth.
My phone started vibrating on the bed as Maverick rose up on his knees, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. He dragged a hand through my slickness with another rumble.
“Fuck, woman. Look at you.
His phone began buzzing on the nightstand.
I met his gaze.
The complete focus he had on me made it clear he was going to ignore the calls.
“Something’s wrong,” I murmured.
There was no other reason our phones would ring at the same time.
“It can wait five fucking minutes,” he growled, his thumb still on my clit and his chest heaving. “Worst case scenario, someone else died or another pack stormed mine. Either way, there’s nothing I can do right now.”
“You’re only going to fuck me for five minutes?” I lifted an eyebrow.
I didn’t want to end what we had going, but I knew he would regret it if it was a big deal.
He made a sound that I could only call a snarl.
He wasn’t completely wrong. Whatever had happened could wait five minutes.
I pulled his cock out of his boxer briefs and wrapped my fist around it.
He went still. His entire body tensed.
Damn, he was huge.
I ran my other hand over the slickness between my thighs and lifted it to his erection.
Maverick shuddered violently as I stroked his length once. He braced his hands on my knees, his eyes burning me as I pumped his cock again, and again.
“I want to come on that sexy little cunt,” he gritted out.
“It’s all yours.” I thought the words would do it for him—and I was right.
Maverick snarled again as he lost control over my core, painting my swollen skin with his pleasure.
His eyes still burned even as the lines on his face softened slightly, his chest heaving harder than before. He ran his hand over his release, rubbing it into my skin before using his fingers to push it inside me.
