Maverick by Ashers, LeAnn (read dune TXT) 📕

moans, running his nose along my inner thighs.

I grab the pillow above me, dragging it down to lay my head on it so I can watch him. I am so beyond turned on right now.

He looks at me, his eyes connected with mine as he curls his tongue around my clit, never breaking eye contact.

I almost jump off the bed at the sudden, intense pleasure.

He grins, spreading my lips with his fingers before sucking my clit into his mouth, letting go with a pop.

I grip the blankets. It’s all so much, but I never want him to stop. “Eyes on me or I stop.”

I would rather die. I bite my lip, watching every move, every tongue twirl, suck. Everything.

I close my eyes, not able to hold them open anymore. He stops, and I almost cry. My eyes fly open when I feel him slide home.

I lift my legs, wrapping around him, and he stands up with me impaled on him, my face directly in front of his.

He has never felt deeper. My toes curl and I arch my back, trying to bring him even deeper.

My back is pressed against the wall, his hands gripping my ass cheeks. He holds me up as he pumps into me.

Harder.

Harder.

I can’t make a sound. I can’t do anything but feel. It hurts but it also feels so good.

My hand slaps against the wall, trying to brace myself, grab ahold of something. I am out of my mind with the pleasure.

He grinds against my clit. I stop breathing as I clamp down onto him hard as I come.

I scream, biting his shoulder to muffle the sound.

He doesn’t stop and the orgasm is prolonged, and before I know it I’m falling over the edge again.

I pull his hair, trying to get away, do something, but he just lays me back on the bed, moving even faster, harder.

I can’t do anything but come over and over, harder and harder. I lose count as he fucks me into oblivion.

I lean forward, grabbing his ass cheeks pulling him hard against me, as he comes, spilling inside of me.

He lies on top of me, exhausted, his breathing labored, and I can’t move. My body is not my body anymore.

It’s his.

He owns all of me.

Time passes and I don't know how long it is before he looks at me, a smirky grin on his face that tells me that he knows exactly what he’s done.

He rocked my world and he knows it. “I'm dead,” I moan, clenching down on him.

I know without a doubt I’m going to be sore tomorrow.

He chuckles, his eyes showing his happiness. I can’t help but cup his jaw, leaning up and kissing him.

“The best way to go. I want to spend all of my days in your arms, and when I do go?” His expression turns stark at my words. “I want to be right here with you.”

He ducks his head for a second, shaking it. “Don’t say that again.” He grips my neck. “I can’t fucking fathom a day without you. I know if you go, I will follow because my heart couldn’t allow anything else.”

“I love you so much, so much, Maverick, that it hurts me to my absolute core.”

He kisses my cheek, staying for a second. “I love you too. You’re my whole heart, my fucking ole lady.”

He reaches over into the drawer beside me, pulling out a cut. He holds it up and it shows the words, “Property of Maverick.”

I lean forward, putting it on, lying back down below him. “That’s what I fucking like to see.”

I laugh as he shows me again how I’m his.

Epilogue Bell

A few months later

“Go, Ronny!” I yell and jump up and down, Maverick’s face changes to one of horror as he runs to me, his hands going to my stomach.

“Stop that, you’re scaring me,” he hisses, helping me back down to a sitting position.

“Maverick, I am fine!” I push his hands away, pretending I don't love the attention, but I so do.

Daniella laughs, holding Anna’s hand, knowing all of my secrets. We’ve become so close and she’s grown close to my girls; they’re best friends.

“Mom, can I have a hotdog?” Anna says so easily, but I know that her whole life just changed completely with one word.

Daniella looks at me. “Sure, baby, you can have whatever you want.”

One of the prospects follows her to the concession stand. She is in danger all of the time. Her husband wants her back, and badly. She’s safe, though, and that is what matters.

“She just called Daniella ‘mom,’” I inform Maverick.

“Ahh shit, I bet she’s happy.” I put my hand over his on my stomach. We’re having a little boy. Two girls, two boys. I grin, intertwining our fingers. I’m starting to really show now.

“That’s my baby!” I yell as Ronny scores his next goal. Maverick tries to steady my body like the baby is just going to shoot out at any second.

I roll my eyes and sit back down. “You know that attitude will just get you fucked?”

I roll my eyes even harder. He smacks the side of my ass, whispering in my ear promises of what I’ve earned.

Bell

I turn over in bed, enjoying the view. I smile at the sight of Maverick shirtless, holding Trace to his chest. Ronny’s at the foot of the bed asleep.

I just got back from the hospital this very morning and I’m exhausted. I ended up having to do a C-section became he was breech.

Trace starts whining. My boobs are hurting and I know that he’s ready to be fed.

I reach over and stroke his little cheek. He tries to suck on my finger. Maverick wakes up, looking over at me, “You hurting, baby?”

I shake my head no. “I’m okay. I think he’s hungry.

I bite my lip, pushing myself up to a better sitting position. Having a C-section is a bitch. Everything hurts.

I lift the blanket, making sure to be covered in case Ronny wakes