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He’d wanted to give her a second to get used to the unfamiliar sensation of the piercing, but she seemed good to go, so he gripped her ass tight and thrust his hips forward. “Trust me, babe, you’re gonna be fucked like never before.”
She gasped, so he did it again, then started a pounding rhythm that slid her back and forth along his dick as he slammed in and out of her. He’d known she was tight, but fuck, feeling her pussy all over his dick was another level of pleasure. As he stroked in and out, her walls squeezed him, tugging on the metal and making him lose his breath. He was gonna blow in two seconds at this rate, and he didn’t even fucking care. He’d make it up to her tenfold if he needed to.
“Maverick, it’s so...oh, God.” She held his shoulders for dear life as their gazes connected and he fucked her with furious need.
Something passed between them. Something that wasn’t physical and reached straight into his soul. Never had sex been like this for him, and he didn’t have a fucking clue what was happening.
Was it just added intensity due to the circumstances that brought them together? That had to be it. They’d met when pain, fear, and adrenalin were coursing through their systems. And that intensity carried through to their fucking.
Nothing more profound than that.
Her small, perky tits bounced with every forward and back movement of her hips and Mav’s mouth suddenly watered for a taste. Not huge by anyone’s standards, she probably wasn’t even a full B cup. But what the fuck did he care? All he needed was one of those hard, responsive nipples in his mouth and he was good to go.
Keeping one hand on her ass, he gripped her hair again and yanked her down. Her back arched, allowing his dick to hit even deeper and her tits to bounce right near his mouth.
Her moan turned into a strangled half scream, and she gripped his biceps so hard there were bound to be fucking marks. “Maverick! It’s—I can—”
“That’s right, baby, feel it. That metal’s stroking right over your G-spot, isn’t it?” Another moan was all he got, so he lowered his mouth and sucked on her nipple. Her entire body went rigid, and ten nails pierced the skin of his upper arms as she screamed out his name while she came.
Her pussy squeezed him over and over. There was only so much he could take, and he wouldn’t be far behind her, but first, he needed another. “Again.”
“You’re crazy.”
Without missing a beat, he moved to her other breast and captured the nipple between his teeth at the same time he tightened his grip on her hair. “A-fucking-gain,” he growled, mouth full of tit.
“Jesus,” she whispered. With him controlling the movement of her hips and her back arched over his legs, she was helpless to do anything but take what he gave her. And he gave her everything he had until he couldn’t possibly keep from coming another second.
“Now,” he barked, releasing her breast and increasing the force of his thrusts. “Come right-fucking-now.”
“I am!” She yelled it out as her nails scored his skin once again and she clamped down around his cock. “Maverick,” she cried when he planted himself as deep as possible and came inside her.
It was a pleasure-high he’d never been on, and there was no way in hell he’d survive without another fix. And soon. Gently, he released her hair and her ass and helped right her. She was soft and pliant in his arms with a slap-happy grin on her face. Come drunk. Fuck, yes.
With her still straddling him, he scooted them back and swung his legs onto the bed. Then he rolled to his side and held her tight, their bodies an intertwined mess of limbs.
“Not sure I’ve ever heard anything better than you screaming my name as you came, beautiful.”
“Hmmm,” she mumbled, making him smile. “Want me to go back to my room?”
“Wouldn’t let you if you tried. Let’s get some sleep so we have some energy for some real fucking later.”
A soft chuckle shook her body before she settled against him. It wasn’t long before Maverick felt an even rise and fall against his chest.
It took him a while to fall asleep, and as the post-orgasm glow faded, the doubt crept in. What the hell was he doing sharing his story, letting her swallow his dick, demanding she sleep in his bed? It was a recipe for disaster, because, while it was great for the here and now, he wasn’t in the market for an old lady.
The club would soon wage war on Lefty. That was his priority. And he knew himself. He’d never been satisfied with one woman before, so why the hell would he be this time around?
