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

Maverick pulls him closer, laying his head on top of Ronny’s. “I have you, buddy,” Maverick tells him.

Ronny nods his little head, closing his eyes as he calms down from his crying.

Little by little he stops crying. I lean up and kiss Maverick, and Ronny is fast asleep. “Should we carry him to bed?”

Maverick nods. I turn off the TV and follow them up the stairs. I pull back his new blankets with superheroes on it that he picked out.

Maverick lays him down. I pull the blankets up, tucking him in. I cover my face, exhausted.

“Come on, honey.” Maverick pulls me out of the room, pulling the door closed.

I walk into the bedroom and sit on the edge of the bed. “I hurt so bad for him, Maverick. How could someone hurt a baby like him?”

Maverick clenches his jaw. He strips out of his clothes until he’s just in a pair of shorts, and climbs into bed, pulling me with him. “I don’t fucking know. I wish she was a fucking man, but I can find his fucking stepfather.” He grins.

He rolls me over onto my back, kissing me. All of the bad thoughts immediately disappear from my mind. His hand snakes into my panties, rubbing my clit.

I’m wet for him instantly.

“Made for me,” he growls, biting my shoulder slightly. He leans up and kisses me once more before moving down my body.

He grips my pants, tearing them down my legs. “Take yours off.” My mouth waters.

He gives me that smirk, slowly siding down his pants. My legs squeeze together at the sight of the perfection in front of me.

He walks to the door and locks it. Nerves slowly run through me. I know exactly what that locked door means.

His fist wraps around his dick, stroking from top to bottom. I shiver from head to toe.

Can he get any sexier than this?

Maverick climbs onto the bed, lying on his back. He reaches over and picks me up until my knees straddle his face.

“What is this?” I ask.

He licks his lips. “My dinner.” He pulls me down and feasts on me. I grip the headboard so I don’t fall and accidentally kill him.

His fingers tighten on my hips, pulling me all the way down onto his face. “Ride me,” he demands.

“God,” I moan, slamming my hand onto the headboard before falling back, my hands buried in his hair.

I look down and see him looking at me, watching my reaction. That just makes it ten times hotter.

So I let go, my eyes closed, and I just feel.

I let myself take whatever I need. I’ve never felt so powerful, so wanted. He pulls me down harder, his tongue swirling around my clit and I hold still, right on the edge.

He sucks deep.

That’s all it takes. I fall forward, but he doesn’t stop his onslaught. I have to push his face away because it becomes too much.

“Lay on your belly.”

I lay down, my face in the pillow. He grabs another one, stuffing it under my stomach, and pulls my legs straight out with him straddling my legs.

He slides inside of me. I moan loudly, burying my face into the pillow. He feels so much deeper in this position.

He strokes in and out, pressing against my ass. I arch my back slightly, pushing back against him.

“Fuck,” he moans. I clench down onto him hard, already on the verge of losing myself again.

I raise my head to look back at him. His head is thrown back as he slowly slides in and out of me.

His hand moves between our bodies and he presses against the outside of my entrance the same time he slides deep inside of me, dragging my clit against the pillow.

“FUCK!” I scream, my arms flailing, gripping the pillow under my head, hugging it to me.

Maverick moves fast, opening my ass cheeks. I look back, still out of my mind at the relentless pleasure.

He winks, his finger pressing against my ass. I jump so hard, I almost pull myself off of him.

He pulls me back down hard, burying himself to the hilt. “Good?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I choke out. He presses his finger harder, slowly slipping his finger inside of me.

I freeze. My toes curl and black spots move across my vision. He wiggles his finger and I gasp, trying to breathe. Maverick moves faster, hammering inside of me.

I slam my hands against the headboard, coming so hard that everything inside of me burns.

Maverick follows right with me. He falls down on my neck, his head pressed against my back.

Both of us try to breathe, move, something.

“I think I died,” I joke.

He shakes my body with his laughter and pushes my hair over one shoulder to kiss my neck. “Good fucking way to go, isn’t it?”

I snort. “The only way to go.”

He kisses my shoulder once more before gently sliding out of me, lifting me out of the bed like I weigh nothing.

“Round four?” he asks and throws open the shower door.

“I won’t make it.”

Oh, I made it.

* * *

I jump out of bed gasping for air. Maverick is already out of the room and I hurry behind him. My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my ears.

We were woken by the most terrifying scream I’ve ever heard in my life.

Maverick throws opens Ronny’s door, turning on the light. Ronny is in the corner of the room, holding his ears, screaming at the top of his lungs.

“Ronny.” Maverick falls to his knees in front of Ronny, making sure not to touch him.

I am shaken to my core.

“I’m here, buddy,” Maverick says softly, over and over, until Ronny eventually stops screaming.

I sit down next to Maverick, holding his hand.

We wait and watch until Ronny slowly lowers his hands from his ears, then looks at us. “I had a bad dream.”

“Can I hold you?” I ask.

He nods and I lift him into my lap, wrapping my arms around him. “Let’s get in bed.” Maverick helps me carry Ronny into bed.