Maverick by Ashers, LeAnn (classic books to read TXT) 📗

What if it hurts me badly?

I catch his grin, and he grips my pants, tearing them down my legs. He’s on his knees above me, looking down.

“I feel like I shouldn’t even be touching you. You’re too fucking precious,” he tells me, and I can tell he’s serious.

I sit up. “I don’t deserve you.”

That is honestly how I feel. He’s so great to me, treats me so well, and what do I bring to the table?

He glares at me. that’s the first time he’s ever given me a look other than soft. “Don’t ever say that shit ever again. You deserve the fucking world.” His hand wraps around my throat, squeezing the sides slightly, pulling me closer.

“You deserve everything. You have me, and I will never fucking leave because I am selfish. I am so fucking selfish, I can’t live without you. I want to keep you, make you fucking mine. Brand that shit across your forehead so every fucker knows it. I want you having my fucking babies.”

Babies?

That rings through me in shock and utter happiness.

I put my hand over his on my throat, his fingers flexing. His nose is flaring from his anger. “Babies?”

His face softens slightly. “Yeah, babies. I want to see you big, barefoot in my fucking kitchen like some shit on TV.”

I laugh. “Well, you better get to work.” I smirk.

His eyes heat at my words. I just gave him the go-ahead. “Say fucking less.”

He presses me onto the bed, hand still on my throat, gliding down to my legs. He looks up at me before he continues.

I nod.

He pushes open my legs, scooting down the bed with him on his belly.

His eyes connect with mine before he ducks his head, kissing my inner thigh. I start shaking with anticipation; he is so close to my pussy.

I try to stop all of the bad thoughts before they surface. He licks up my thighs stopping right before my apex.

I cover my face, the nerves getting the best of me, the wait.

I feel his hot breath against my lips before he licks. I almost jump off the bed. Maverick grips my thighs, holding me down.

He spreads my lips open, and I stop breathing, waiting.

He licks my clit before softly sucking it into his mouth, pulling slightly. “Oh my god.” My voice is shaky.

Maverick moans. He eats me like he is starved.

Licking, sucking, biting. I can’t lie still. I’m all over the bed trying to fully comprehend what is happening.

Maverick slides a finger inside of me. I clamp down hard. He adds another, moving slowly, curling his fingers.

“Ahh,” I moan and bite the pillow that is thrown over my face.

My toes curl, then I come hard. I pulsate around his fingers, against his face. I push the pillow off of my face, breathing hard.

My mind tries to wrap around what just happened.

Maverick rests his head against my leg, looking up at me, grinning from ear to ear. Someone is feeling smug.

I smile back. “That was…wow.”

He grins even wider, sliding off the bed, stripping off his shirt. My mouth dries at the sight of his abs. Oh my god.

Oh so slowly, he pulls down his pants. He is completely commando. His dick springs free, hitting him in the stomach, and my stomach twists in knots.

I’m really doing this.

“Darlin’, if you don't want to do this, just tell me, or if you want me to stop at any time, I will.”

My heart swells at his words; that means so much to me, as someone who has never had any choice when it comes to her body, ever.

That is everything to me.

“I want you,” I admit honestly.

I do want him. I want every single part of him.

He climbs onto the bed, settling in-between my legs. He gathers my hands, lifting them on either side of my face. His eyes never leave mine.

“I could look into your eyes forever,” he whispers, kissing me softly, tenderly, and filled with so much emotion.

His dick touches me, rubbing against me, and I clench hard in anticipation and need.

I want him so bad.

Never did I think I would need someone so bad in my life like I do him. He snakes a hand between our bodies, pressing his thumb to my clit.

“Maverick,” I moan, the pleasure almost too much from being so sensitive. “Hmm.” He kisses my neck, then taking my hand again, entwining our fingers.

Breathe, Bell, I tell myself as I swallow down the panic, but I fight it. I can’t let it ruin my life.

He presses against my entrance and I try to relax, bracing for the pain.

Maverick doesn’t take his eyes off of my face, watching every single emotion. He slips inside, moving oh so slowly.

My eyes roll back in my head at the new feelings, my head thrown back as the fire lit inside of me grows higher and higher the deeper he moves.

“Look at me,” Maverick demands. I look at him. “You good, baby?” he asks, his arms shaking from restraining himself.

I nod. “I’m more than good.” My voice is darker, heavy with the pleasure I’m feeling.

He tightens his grip on my hands, kissing me as he slowly moves in and out. He kisses me, swallowing my moans,

I lift my legs higher on his hips and he hits a deeper spot inside of me. I jerk, tightening my grip on his hips, the pleasure taking my breath way.

It’s too much, but I want more and more.

He moves faster. I just can’t breathe, can’t move. I’m chasing something that is going to shatter me.

He lets go of my hands, bracing himself on his hand as he pounds inside of me. Our eyes connect, our faces showing how much we are destroying each other.

He snakes his hand between our bodies, his thumb on my clit once more. “Look at me, let me see you as you come apart on my cock”

I clench down onto him, falling apart. My whole body becomes uncontrollable, shaking from head to toe. I can’t even breathe or move.

Maverick