Page 165 of Lawless
He blows out a long breath, his entire body relaxing for a beat.
It makes my head spin, but not as much as it does when he drags me closer and slams his lips down on mine.
I barely get a chance to part my lips before he plunges his tongue into my mouth and takes exactly what he wants.
The memory of JD unloading in my mouth not so long ago flickers in my mind. It only makes me hotter.
Our kiss is uncontrolled and filthy.
I can barely breathe through the intensity of it, so the second he pushes me away, I suck in huge greedy lungfuls of air.
My skin tingles with desire as I wait for what’s about to happen next.
“Good. Now get on your knees and suck my dick like a good girl.”
Shock renders me motionless for a few seconds.
I knew that Mav had this side to him. I’ve heard the stories of his past, and I saw glimpses of it at the cabin before we were ripped away, but he was mostly holding it back.
Now though…
Seeing what he just did seems to have flipped a switch inside him, and I am fucking here for it.
I land ungracefully on my knees on the hardwood floor as he reaches for the back of the couch to help hold him up.
Really, I should play the role of a good wife and demand he rests.
But that isn’t what I’m about to do.
Mav is a big boy—literally and figuratively—and if he thinks he can handle this, then who am I to argue?
Once he’s settled, I reach for the waistband of his boxers that are barely holding up against the hard press of his cock and rip them down his thighs, letting him spring free.
The second I catch sight of his glistening tip, my mouth waters with my need to taste him.
Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around his shaft and lean forward, licking at the precum leaking from the tip.
His hips immediately punch forward in his desperation to push past my lips.
“Doll,” he warns, “I thought you were going to be a good girl.”
His words hit me straight in the clit. My need to please him overwhelms me to the point, I don’t even register that I move until the thick head of his cock hits the back of my throat.
“Fuuuuck.” He groans quietly, his pleasure spurring me on.
I deep-throat him like I’ve been doing so all my life. My eyes stream with tears as my need for air becomes almost unbearable. But I refuse to give in.
He’s not going to be able to stand for too long, especially after I rock his world, so this needs to be hard and fast.
“Oh fuck,” he barks when I reach up and cup his balls, gently squeezing them in a way I learned he likes.
His free hand cups my jaw, his thumb collecting my tears before he lifts it to his mouth and licks them off.
His stomach muscles pull tight, letting me indulge in his impressive six-pack before a surge of saltiness floods my mouth.
A warning for what’s to come.
But I’m not the kind of girl who’s scared of getting a little dirty.