Page 49 of King of Pride

His fingers slid between her legs, finding her warmth and slipping inside her. As he thrust in and out with impatient urgency, it was as if he knew she was on the edge of madness.

“Oh my fucking God…”

When a cry escaped her lips, he continued to work her with his fingers, while her hands tangled in the back of his hair, desperately trying to control the sensations overwhelming her breasts. Pleasure coursed through her body, making it impossible to take even one breath without feeling it. She tried to hold back her screams, but they burst forth uncontrollably.

“Maverick,” she cried out as the pleasure intensified to such an overwhelming sensation that she was completely at his mercy.

He moved to the other side of her breast, his tongue flicking the nipple over and over again before his fingers slid inside her, thrusting in and out over and over, and then the tips of his fingers curled as they reached the spot inside her that was swollen and rubbed it.

“AH! Hahhhhh…”

A scream tore from her throat as a shock of pleasure seized her. Her body arched, clenching around his fingers as she came. The intensity was suffocating, a blinding wave that stole her breath, but his touch remained relentless, circling the same slick, oversensitive spot without mercy.

Her hand shot down to grab his wrist to hold him back, but he didn’t let up—his other hand, the one that had been holding her back, immediately began thrusting fingers in and out of her, and his fingers rubbed the spot inside her as he worked it again, and that filled her with another pleasure-filled wave against his fingers within seconds.

“Ohhh… Hah… ahhhh…”

She cried out as her body trembled and shook.

He finally took mercy on her. He let go of her breast and finally removed his fingers from inside her. She was still breathing hard as the pleasure coursed through her body in waves.

Maverick was trying to hold himself back. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to his knees impatiently before reaching over to her, and then grabbing her by the waist as he lifted her at once and settled her over him with impatience and hunger.

His grip on her was firm, his arousal stood thick, rigid, jutting between them as he gazed down at himself, then back at her.

“Now it’s your turn to take care of me, baby,” he murmured, his stare burning into her.

But her body still hummed from what he’d just done, every nerve tender, oversensitive. She couldn’t look away from him— from the way he pulsed, the glistening bead at the tip betraying just how much he wanted her.

It was a thick, hard shaft, and she could already envision how it would feel inside her.

The memory of intense pleasure lingered, a sensation she struggled to shake off, driving her wild.

She fought to maintain composure, but his grip on her hips tightened, pulling her closer as he commanded her attention.

“Look at my cock, Rose,” he said, his voice raspy. “I clearly can’t wait anymore. Fuck me. Take it inside; I promise it will feel good.”

His hand moved between her legs, his thumb flicking expertly against her, eliciting a gasp that escaped her lips as her forehead pressed against his shoulder. The pleasure coursed through her, leaving her utterly at his mercy.

He guided her hips down onto his swollen shaft, hard and ready for her. With no choice but to obey, she sank down slowly, feeling the thick rod slide inside her completely. It filled her in a way that sent waves of deep pleasure rippling through her. She struggled to breathe, swallowing hard around him, her mouth working instinctively.

He maintained his grip on her hip as her mouth trailed up to the side of his throat. Her tongue danced over his skin, tasting him as she licked and bit, trying desperately to stifle her cries. But the urgency in his movements made it nearly impossible. He tilted his head back, granting her a moment of control, power surging through her as she sucked eagerly. She repeated the action, lost in delirious pleasure, her body trembling as he encouraged her, pushing her further into ecstasy.

She began to move slowly, allowing him to guide her rhythm. He made her slide out before pulling her back down again. Pleasure painted her face as she surrendered to every sensation, her mouth exploring his throat while his head fell back, exposing more of his rough skin to her eager tongue.

Her hand clung to his shoulder as she lifted her head, then sank down again, repeating the motion over and over. Her body responded beautifully, but he struggled to maintain control. His fists clenched tightly around the back of the couch, gripping it with a fierce determination that tested his limits. As she took charge, sliding slowly in and out of his mouth, he felt the tension build within him.

Growing impatient, he seized her hips firmly in his palms and, in an instant, took control. “Rose, I can’t wait any longer,” he declared, his voice thick with urgency.

She gasped as he thrust his hard, thick shaft—veins pulsing—into her. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her down forcefully onto him again and again before lifting her up only to pull her back down. He dominated her body, the pleasure overwhelming her senses, driving her wild. She cried out, her voice trembling as she surrendered completely to his rhythm.

With a hunger that surged through him, he lifted her and slammed her down once more. Within moments, she was lost in a haze of ecstasy, her mouth trailing along his neck. It wasn’t painful for him; instead, it fueled his desire. His other hand cradled the back of her head, guiding her movements as she explored his skin, shifting from one spot to another with fervor. She was breathless, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure coursing through her. As she yielded to his control, he growled, feeling her walls tighten around him, holding him in a soft, tight grip.

“Mmmhmmm…”

Rose’s face nestled into his neck with a delirious cry as she struggled to hold her breath, growing increasingly impatient with each lift and drop he orchestrated. Each movement heightened her pleasure, sending shivers coursing through her body. The intensity of the sensations flooding her veins was overwhelming, driving her to the brink of madness.

As she became more delirious, she attempted to lift herself away from his lap, but he flipped their positions, laying her back on the couch. He climbed on top of her, remaining deep inside her, trusting and relentless in his rhythm. She felt as though he was pushing her to the edge within minutes, the depth of his thrusts growing more intense with each passing moment.