Page 49 of Savage Hearts

Maverick was just as formidable.

“Make as much noise as you want,” he said when he got to my belly button. He dipped the tip of his tongue inside, and I shuddered in response.

He pushed down to my mound and paused. I could feel his hot breath on me.

His lips came down before he licked me, and he covered the entirety of it with the flat of his tongue.

My legs clamped around him, and Maverick moved his hand up and gently slapped the side of my breast.

I gasped, even though it didn’t hurt.

“Behave while I enjoy my treat,” he admonished.

“You—Maverick.”

He licked my slit, and I closed my eyes, seeing stars.

“Yes?” he asked, pulling the outer lip into his mouth.

He nipped at it sharply before moving to my center and dipping his tongue inside.

“Oh, God.”

“God? I suppose that would be right. I’ll be your god and your owner. I’ll be your keeper and your fucking everything. Isn’t that right, little monster?”

He used his other hand and lifted one of my legs, exposing me even more.

I tried to push him away with one hand to his forehead when I realized where he was going next.

He clutched my breast harshly until I let him go.

“Good girl,” he said to me. Then I felt his lips on my back end.

“Oh, no.”

This shouldn’t be normal. He shouldn’t be so acquainted with this part of my body—a place even I hadn’t fully explored save only for when I cleaned myself. Yet as his lips moved across the tight muscles I wondered how I was supposed to feel.

“Maverick, please.”

“Please what, baby? Don’t you like it when I play with your little asshole? Do you think there will ever be a part of you left unexplored by me? I plan on fucking this soon, and by the way you’re reacting, I assume no one has had you here yet, right? Well, I’m going to fucking claim it, and you, so just lie there and enjoy the ride.”

“Oh, God.”

Wetness gushed out of me, sticking to my thighs. I hoped to God he didn’t notice, but that was stupid. He noticed. He licked the arousal as if it was the tastiest treat in the world.

His eyes met mine as he did it, too, before he spread my legs further and sat up on the bed.

I tried to close my legs, and he slapped my outer thigh. Not hard, but it was enough to catch my attention.

Sweat coated my forehead, and I watched as he rubbed my clit around in circles, driving me crazy.

He slapped my sex, and I cried out in pain, which quickly morphed into pleasure, and more wetness seeped out of me.

Another slap, before he smoothed away the sting with the gentle touches of his palm.

How cruel.

He would hurt me and comfort me just as quickly.

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