Page 31 of Lawless
For so long I’ve imagined how he might look hard and ready for me. But never did he ever look this good in my head.
“Please,” I whimper like a desperate whore.
Planting one knee then the other on the edge of the bed, I spread my legs, giving him enough space to shuffle between them.
“This isn’t going to last long,” Mav confesses with a grimace. “I’m already on a hair-trigger right now and I’m not even inside you.”
His giant hands wrap around my waist, dragging me down the bed to meet him.
He’s right, he’s not even close to being inside me, but the heat of his body and the jerk of his dick against my inner thigh is the biggest tease I’ve ever experienced.
“I don’t care, Mav. I just want you, whatever way I can get you.”
“Fuck, Doll. I love you.” He growls before falling over me and stealing my lips in a filthy kiss.
His tongue plunges into my mouth, seeking mine and I can’t help but roll my hips, desperately searching for some friction.
“I know there is no rush,” I confess as he peppers kisses along my jaw. “But I think I might die if I don’t feel you inside me in the next few seconds.”
Shifting his position, his hand pushes between us, grasping himself.
“Oh God.” I moan as the head of his cock grazes my over-sensitized clit before dipping lower. He coats himself in my juices before he comes to rest at my entrance.
My muscles clench around nothing, my body aching to feel him push inside me, stretching me open instead of teasing me with just the tip.
“Fuck.” He groans, his neck rippling with a thick swallow as his eyes shutter.
“More,” I beg. “Please, I need—”
My words are swallowed by a gasp as his hips thrust forward, his thickness stretching me wide and hitting me so deep, it makes my eyes roll back.
“Maverick.” I gasp as my body fights to adjust to his sudden invasion.
His jaw ticks, his teeth grinding behind his pursed lips as he desperately tries to cling to his restraint.
“Fuck me, Mav. Take exactly what you need.”
His eyes open, revealing two pools of dark liquid lust staring back at me.
“I have everything I could ever want right here,” he confesses through clenched teeth, and my heart splits wide open.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“Fuck, yeah. Shit, your pussy is fucking insane, Doll.”
“It’s yours,” I blurt before he leans over me again and kisses me slowly and deeply. His hips move at the same time as his lips, fucking me in a way that makes tears burn the back of my eyes.
My body burns with my need for more, my heart crashing against my ribs as the intensity of the moment washes over me.
No one has ever treated me like this before. No one has ever touched me so gently, so passionately.
I’ve only ever been a toy for men to use. They treated me however they felt fit and didn’t give a shit what I wanted or what felt good.
But being with Mav is the complete opposite to that.
His hips roll again, his grip on my waist tightening as his dick pushes deeper, and I can’t stop the emotional sob from ripping from my lips.
He stills before pulling his head up to look at me.