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“Yes, I made a homemade chicken noodle soup with loads of veggies. It should hopefully be easy enough on your stomach. Pat was able to keep a bowl down earlier, at least.”
“Mmm. Does it need heating up?”
I go to stand, but Maverick pulls me tighter to his chest before he stands from the couch and carries me to the kitchen. He plops me on the counter beside him before he grabs the pot he must’ve found earlier and dumps the container of soup into the pan.
Watching Maverick move through the kitchen is making me so freaking hot. There must be something wrong with me if even after how sick I am, I still want this man to jump my bones. I must’ve made a face or a noise because when I look up to his face, his cocky smirk is there and he’s trying to hold in his chuckle like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
“Sweets, quit looking at me like that. I barely am able to restrain myself from taking you any fucking way I want on a good day, but I don’t think you’re up for it today.”
I can’t help but pout because I’m sure he’s right, but that only makes him break and start laughing at me.
“If I’m being honest, I feel so much better. It’s like my body needed to rid itself of all of the ickiness, and once it did and I got some sleep, it’s ravenous.” I lick my lips as I check him out from head to toe. I seriously can’t help myself. The man is pure sex with the beard, tattoos, and that smirk that makes his dimples pop.
“Fuck, Sweets. I’m dead serious. I can hardly resist you on a day when your health is intact, but you’re making it really fucking hard to behave right now.”
“Oh, I can see that, Mav.” Who the hell am I and why did it just sound like I purred his name? What hold does this man have on me that makes me drop all of my inhibitions and be so open and free with him?
“Damnit, Spencer. You keep that up and I’m going to end up spanking and then fucking you into next week.” He steps in between my legs before he pops my lip from between my teeth. “This lip is mine; do you hear me? Bite it again and I swear I will bend you over this counter and spank that sexy fucking ass of yours. Don’t push me right now, Sweets. That’s your only warning.”
He leans in and nips my lip and a moan rips from my throat. It’s as if I have no control of my body as my hands reach out and grab his ass and my hips thrust forward to get some much-needed friction where I’m desperately throbbing for him. I never thought I would love dirty talk, but with Maverick, it leaves me dripping for him within minutes.
I let out an actual whimper when he takes a quick step back out of my grasp before he heads over to the stove to stir the soup. I’m all but panting, and the throbbing is getting to be too much. I try squeezing my legs together, but it doesn’t help with the discomfort.
I’m so turned on that I barely register what I’m doing. If Maverick isn’t going to take care of this incessant aching, then I will. I’m not wearing a bra so it’s easy to pinch my tight nipple. I stifle my gasp because I know if he sees what I’m doing, there will be consequences. But the need for a release is too much and I don’t care at this point.
I’m wearing soft yoga pants and didn’t bother to put underwear on when I got out of the shower, so I can feel my wetness drenching my pussy and legs. I slide one hand under my waistband and circle my clit. I dip my finger down and gather some of my wetness before I add just the right amount of pressure. I abandon my nipple to lean back on my arm so that I can get a better angle and that’s where I made my mistake. The pressure was perfect, and the moan slid out without me caring.
Maverick glances over his shoulder before his head snaps the whole way around once he realizes exactly what I am doing. I don’t stop circling my clit as I watch him turn off the stove and move the soup to a different burner. He slowly stalks towards me with his desire written all over his face. My hand falters at the look of his utter need as he clenches and unclenches his hands taking another measured step my direction.
I go to pull my hand out before he shakes his head no for me to stop. I look at him questioningly as he finally makes it to me before slowly sliding his hands up my thighs. He leans in and nips my ear causing a shudder to race through me.
“What am I going to do with you, Sweets. Did I leave my girl wanting so much that you had no other choice but to take matters into your own hands?” I just nod because the look in his eyes is setting me on fire and my finger circling has me on the edge of exploding. “Hmm, as sexy as you are right now, that pussy is mine, Sweets. If you are going to play with yourself, you damn well better be doing it so that I can see every slick inch of that pussy desperate for my cock to fill it.”
I gasp as he steps back and rips my pants down my legs. He tosses them behind him before grasping both feet and spreading my legs wide for him to see.
“That’s much better. Proceed.” I falter for a second as I watch him unzip his pants and pull out his impressively hard dick. He strokes it hard from base to tip before swirling around the head and stroking back down. I moan as he flexes his hips into his hand and starts fucking his fist. My hand speeds up and I know I’m seconds away from having a mind-blowing orgasm.
“That’s right, Sweets. Don’t stop. Let me see that sweet little pussy squirt all over.”
He doesn’t even get the words out before my orgasm hits. I cry out as my other arm gives out and my body collapses on the counter. I’m just starting to come down when I feel his rough beard against my thighs and his tongue thrusting in and out. I spasm more as his thumb presses just right and I’m exploding all over his tongue for a back-to-back orgasm.
I barely register him lifting me off the counter until my feet hit the floor and he’s spinning me around. He lays me over the counter before wrapping each hand on the opposite edge.
“As hot as fuck as that was, your orgasms are mine, do you hear me Sweets?” Still coming down from two orgasms, it takes me a minute to come up with an answer. But before I can get any words out, I feel a crack on my left butt cheek followed quickly by one on the right. I startle, but then moan at how excruciatingly good that just felt. He smooths his hand along my tender flesh and if it’s possible, it feels even better.
“You like that, don’t you, Sweets?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” I don’t even know what I’m saying at this point. I’m just a ball of nerves waiting to see how he’s going to play my body next. He smacks me again a few more times before thrusting into my still spasming pussy.
“Fuuuuuck. Holy shit, Spencer. You feel so fucking good. Your tight cunt is squeezing my cock so fucking good right now.” He slaps my ass as he thrusts in me hard and I’m falling over the edge again. I’m so blissed out that I can't even keep my legs under me as Maverick drives in me over and over, all the while holding me up, as he races towards his own release. I feel him tense before he groans and spills inside me.
“Holy hell, woman. Are you trying to kill us?”
I only groan because I’m still dead, laid out across my kitchen counter, naked from the waist down as Maverick’s come slides down my thighs. I know I should clean it up and put my clothes on, but I am thoroughly wrecked and have no desire to move. It isn’t until I hear Maverick pull up his zipper and chuckling before I lift my head off the counter and turn to look at him.
“This is exactly why I was trying to behave earlier. I cannot resist you, Spence, but you are looking thoroughly fucked, and utterly wrecked.”
All I manage is to mumble “mmhmm” before laying my head back down on the counter and closing my eyes. A minute later I feel a warm, damp paper towel gently cleaning me up and Maverick’s beard scratching my bare butt as he places a few kisses on what I imagine are his hand marks coloring my skin.
