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I hissed and buried my face in the blankets as he pushed his entire cock deep inside of me. “Oh my God.” I groaned.

He grunted and leaned forward, grabbing the front of my throat, and pulled my head up as he laid against my back. He bit my ear as he pulled out and pushed back in. “This ass is mine.”

“It’s yours.” I agreed as he slammed deep inside of me with the next thrust.

“Good girl.”

“Yes Mav.” I panted and let go of my cheeks to put my elbows on the bed to arch my back more, pushing back into him with each thrust. “Just like that baby.”

“You love to take my cock don’t you?” He growled into my ear.

“You know I do. I’ve never wanted anything else from you but your cock.”

“Liar.” He bit out. “You need my cock as badly as you need my love.” He fucked me hard, letting my head loll to the side as he pushed me into that haze between pleasure and pain. “You’ve always been greedy when it comes to those two things. Which is why you’re perfect for me Cora. Because I’m a greedy bastard when it comes to you too baby.”

“Fuck Mav!” I screamed as I fell over the other side of an orgasm that stole my ability to see or hear, until all I could do was feel. I felt how he claimed my body as his own over and over again through my orgasm, demanding more from me that I didn’t know I had left in me to give to him until he took it.

“That’s my girl. Come on my cock, your ass is so tight.” He slammed his hips forward a couple more times and then stilled as his hot come branded my insides as he filled me. I gasped and fought to breathe with him on top of me and he rolled us until we were on our sides with him once again, still inside of me. He never liked pulling out of me before, and that apparently hadn’t changed as he got older either.

His cock softened inside of me but never really shrunk, keeping me filled and satisfied as his hands caressed every inch of my body. He whispered sweet words of praise into my ear as we relaxed in the late evening dusk.

“You’re perfect.”He said, speaking over and over affirming his feelings for me.

“I’ve been so lost without you.”

“I’m never letting you go again.”

“I’m still in love with you.”

I opened my eyes when he whispered those last words and kissed my neck and shoulder. I heard him tell me that he loved me at least a million times over the ten years we were together but having gone so long since the last time, left me doubting it and being afraid of it.

“You don’t believe me do you?” He whispered after a while.

“I hurt you when I left.” Was all I could say back as the sadness of the lost years between us darkened my mood.

“I hurt you to make you leave me.” He snuggled in even closer to me and wrapped his arms tight around my chest and body. “I love you Cora. I never stopped.”

I turned my head and looked at him, looking for any hint of reservation on his face but there wasn’t even an ounce of uncertainty there. I offered my lips to him, and he hungrily took them in his. “I love you too Maverick. You’re the only man I’ve ever loved.”

“Good. Because I told my dad today that we were still in love. It’d be embarrassing if I had to retract that statement.”

“You told your dad about me?” I asked, hating how the warmth in my heart spread as I thought about Christopher and Marsha Jones. They had always been so welcoming and loving towards me over the years of our relationship, and when I lost them the same night I lost Maverick, it was devastating.

“I did. I told him how much I loved you and how your parents stole ten years of our lives from us and how I intended to make them pay.” His voice was so strong and confident, and I felt myself shrinking into his arms and letting it blanket me. He always took care of me growing up, and he’d only been a boy back then. And now he was a powerful man and it seemed he could do so much more than before. And I wanted to let him.

“What did he say?” I whispered.

“That he couldn’t wait to see you and make your parents pay for destroying you because of a mistake I made as a teenager. He’s very protective of his family, you know that.”

“I do.” I smiled fondly, remembering the strong powerful father that had loved Maverick and Lucas endlessly and doted on Marsha affectionately. Their family was night and day different than mine, and I hadn’t seen the differences for what they were back then. The Jones’ had love and passion in their home. Where the Valentine house held only hunger for power and worry about their image.

I had been so blind back then.

“I’m meeting with your brother tomorrow.” He said against my ear, biting it and using his hands to cup both of my breasts.

“Don’t talk about him while your cock is still inside of me Maverick.” I snapped a little meaner than I planned to.

He thrust his hips forward, sliding inside of me further and pulled a hiss from my lips.

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