Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
He pulled back, going toward the entrance of her pussy, as he started to tease her, by fucking her with his tongue.
She gripped the sheets beneath her, trying to contain her composure and not lose it, but it was impossible. His name spilled from her lips, like a song mantra. There was no way for her to stop it. She felt hungry, desperate for him.
He pulled back and went to her clit. This time, his fingers replaced his tongue. She felt him press a single finger inside her. Working in and out, he added a second one, stretching her.
It felt so good, especially as he worked her clit with his tongue. He set up a pace that had her hurtling toward her orgasm. She didn’t know if she was going to be able to hold back, and she didn’t want to as he pushed her higher, and she soared right off the edge.
Freya didn’t want it to end and it would seem neither did Maverick.
His tongue did slow down when the pleasure got too much for her. Her whole body felt so sensitive, but he didn’t stop. He began to build her up to a second orgasm. She didn’t think it would be possible for her, but once again, Maverick was the teacher. He knew her body better than she knew her own.
He pushed her right over the edge a second time. This orgasm felt even more intense than the first.
She didn’t want it to end, she couldn’t stop it, and then, all too soon, he pulled away.
Freya moved up onto her elbows, and she didn’t know exactly what to expect from him. Would he leave? Why did he stop?
Then, he reached for the opening of his pants and she couldn’t look away as he pulled that zipper down. Even through the jeans he wore, she saw the outline of his cock—long, thick. She licked her lips as she looked at him. He pushed the jeans down, and his boxer briefs followed. His cock stood out, long, thick, and proud. She felt an answering pulse between her thighs, which was insane, considering she’d just had two orgasms by him.
Maverick held onto his cock, working from the base up to the tip, then back down again. He looked so beautiful.
She imagined this was why artists were suddenly compelled to paint people. He was a statue of beauty. Only, there was nothing still or stonelike about Maverick. No, he was living, breathing, all man.
Taking a deep breath, she slowly expelled it and nibbled her bottom lip.
No words were spoken. She didn’t want him to pull away.
Those pesky nerves were back again. What did she have to do or say to let him know she wanted this? Why was this so hard?
Then, Maverick made the decision for them both, as he stepped closer to the bed and placed one knee between her spread thighs, then another.
****
A good man would walk away.
He should leave Freya to let her find a good man, but he couldn’t do it. When Kyle had sent him that fucking text tonight, he couldn’t stand the thought of another guy hitting on the woman that belonged to him.
Freya was all his.
He’d never felt this possessive about a woman.
For a long time, he’d known Freya had been different from other women. She had always been on his radar, and now that he had a taste, he didn’t think for a second he was ever going to be able to quench his thirst for her. He felt possessed with need.
The fact he’d been the first man she’d been with had fucking thrilled him. No other man was ever going to know just how good she was. He’d be the first and only man to be with her.
What also scared him was while having these thoughts, he couldn’t help but think about finding a way to … keep her. In essence, to trap her. Knocking her up would be the best way, but Maverick didn’t know if he could do that to her.
The thought of Freya heavily pregnant with his child turned him on. He’d never wanted kids or a family, but one night with this woman, and he was more than ready to settle down.
Freya moved up the bed, and the moment she lay against the pillows, he stared down at her. Her full, rich, thick brown hair was spread across the pillows, and he stared into her beautiful brown eyes. Like always, there was a twinkle as she looked back at him.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing. Anyone ever tell you, you’re beautiful?” he asked.
She giggled, but it wasn’t an annoying sound. “Only when I’m offering them a discount at the store.” She groaned. “That sounds kind of dirty, doesn’t it?”
“I know what kind of discounts you’re offering, so it doesn’t sound all that strange to me.” And then, he dropped a kiss to her lips, because he couldn’t help himself. He needed to kiss those beautiful lips.