Page 33 of Burly Biker of Misty Mountain

Arousal clouded my mind. I gripped Maverick’s wrist, muscles and tendons flexing beneath my fingertips, as he stroked and stroked with a heavenly smooth rhythm.

Then he pulled back and I whimpered at the all-too-familiar emptiness I had known for so long.

“Easy, dove. Don’t pout. I’m right here.”

Maverick peeled my jeans and panties off, pressing my thighs open with his heavy, callused palms. I sat up just far enough to unhook my bra and tossed it aside, resisting the instinctual urge to cover myself.

His dark eyes grew even darker as his gaze slowly panned over me. He’d seen me in that ridiculously scanty lingerie earlier today, but this was different. I’d never been completely naked with a man before.

Taking my hand, Maverick placed it on his belt.

“Nervous?” he asked.

“A little,” I replied, fighting to catch my breath.

Unbuckling his belt, I dragged the zipper of his fly down, exposing his cock. I wrapped my fingers around it, my mouth dry and my stomach full of jitters at the thought that he would be inside me very soon.

Maverick released a shuddering breath, pumping his hips into my grip. If the relentless throb between my thighs wasn’t driving me out of my mind, I could do this all day instead. Watching the flex and shift of his abs with every thrust, the straining tendons in his neck, and the twitch of his cock expanding in my grasp.

Maverick tore himself away, stripping off his boots and jeans. He dug in his pocket and retrieved a condom, ripping it open with his teeth.

“Last call, sweetheart. Do you want to back out?”

I shook my head. Maverick knelt between my thighs, rolling the condom onto his pulsing cock. As he settled over me again, braced on his elbows, he hitched my leg up around his hips. Guided the blunt head of his cock to my entrance.

“Eyes on me, dove,” he whispered.

I met his gaze, feeling lightheaded. A moment later, he slowly pressed in, stretching me open. Slippery and thick and bordering on too much. I couldn’t help it—I glanced down, entranced by his tattooed, scarred muscular body covering my soft, slightly flushed curves.

I winced as he sank deeper, the stretch becoming a pinch, and then a burn.

Maverick must have seen the look on my face. He withdrew, sliding his fingers inside me again until the burn evaporated, replaced with that mind-melting pleasure again. Flicking his tongue over my nipple, he slotted his cock at my entrance for a second time and thrust in slowly with a heavy drag.

“Oh myGod,” I choked out.

Maverick’s lips quirked up against my skin, peppering my breasts with kisses. Sucking at one nipple, followed by the other. I pressed my face into his shoulder, overwhelmed in the most perfect way.

He anchored his hands at my hips, holding me in place. Each thrust became harder, more intense, making me so full that I couldn’t think of anything else except howgoodit felt.

“Taking every inch of me so well, dove,” Maverick rasped.

My eyes rolled back in my head when he buried his cock deep, hitting a spot that made me sob with pleasure.

Maverick cupped the back of my neck, palm splayed across my lower belly. I couldn’t look anywhere else except him, pinned beneath his smoldering gaze.

“Fuck, you’re squeezingtight, baby,” he growled through his teeth. “Are you ready to come all over my cock like a good girl?”

All I could do was nod, planting my hand in the center of his chest to stabilize myself.

With one swipe of Maverick’s thumb across my clit, I crumbled. Searing bliss cascaded through my veins. My eyes clamped shut tight, body bowing off the bed.

Maverick snapped his hips a few more times, hard enough to send fresh ripples of ecstasy radiating all the way out to my toes. His breathing grew jagged and rough with desperation, pressing his lips to mine in a sloppy kiss.

Folding me into his arms, Maverick chased his own orgasm, tumbling over the edge after me. Short, sharp thrusts, bruising fingertips digging into my curves as if he could fuse our bodies together.

He pushed deep one last time with a moan, cock twitching.

Then it was over, and silence filled my bedroom. Tremors pulsed through my exhausted muscles.

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