Page 106 of Stutter

Fuck that melts me. “I love you.”

“Again,” he grunts, reaching to my front and pressing down on my stomach to pull me closer. “I can feel my dick invading your perfect body like this.All that pressure, baby. Does it feel good?”

I nod, “Perfect.” Because it is.

Every thrust of his is so frantic, so powerful, his grunts are hypnotizing, and all I do is murmur how much I love him before he shoves every hard inch of himself inside me, throbbing with his release.

He rests his forehead on my shoulder, moving my hair to the side to plant a kiss on my neck. When I think he’s going to let up, he tightens his embrace around my middle. “I used to think I loved her…” I tense at him bringing up Paris, “but I don’t think I really knew that love could feel like this. Fucking divine and crazy and every emotion ever named. I want to fuck you, maim you, tear you apart… just to put you back together and then make you laugh when you don’t have the strength to smile.”

My heart riots in my chest. The back of my eyeballs burning at his words. I tilt my head so I can get a better look at him, hazel eyes searing through me so deeply it sends jolts of electricity everywhere. I love this man. I love him so much I can’t imagine ever being without him.

“You… make… me f-feel… alive,” I reply as best I can, and it earns me a softened look and another kiss to the neck. How do random kisses in random places feel so much more intimate than when he’s balls deep in my core?

He slips out of me. "Go get in the bath, baby, rest. I’ll be up in a while. I still have to call my sister, talk to my nephews, and then call my dad. Also, I was thinking we could do New Year’s here. Watch the ball drop on TV? I don’t want to go back home yet, and I know the guys don’t either.”

“O..kay.” I breathe out, remembering what Stephen said about seeing him on the third of January. I want to soak up all the free, uninterrupted time I have with them. Turning to face him, he kisses my nose before he kisses my lips softly. Then he bends to help right my leggings into place, kissing my hip and sliding his arms around my middle when he stands to his full height, towering over me, and pulls me close just to hug me.

He lets me go with a squeeze of my ass and walks me to the landing just as his phone starts to ring. He grins. “It’s the boys. I’ll be up soon. I’m not even close to being done using you today.” He does a quick swipe with his thumb. “Hello?”

I hear his nephews going wild on the other end and his face lights up even more. I head up the steps, taking them one by one, listening to Jonas’ laughter fade the closer I get to the upstairs master suite. Stepping through the doorway, removing my clothes, and letting them drop in my wake, I open the ensuite bathroom to find steam already filling the spacious bathroom.

Soft grunts fill the air, and my nipples harden into sensitive peaks. There’s nothing like the masculine groans of a man while he’s in the throes of pleasure. It’s intoxicating.

“Ugh, Raven…”

There’s nothing but a glass door separating me from Maverick now. I take in the sight of the water cascading down his muscular tatted back, facing away from me, one hand on the wall bracing himself, his other hand lost beneath the steam rising.

Ohhhh I want that.

Desire once again pools between my thighs as I slide the door open and sink to my knees before him, watching the way his hand curls over the crown of his cock, so red, so delicious, leaking so much precum it drips, and I stick out my tongue to taste.

“Oh, fuck… Siren…” he groans, and I swear my name off his tongue bounces off the walls and clings to my skin. His green eyes are so dark, and he looks so goddamn beautiful. “Just the tip, only lick the tip.”

I do as he says, swirling my tongue around the crown, moaning at the taste of my professor, enamored with the sight of him from this point of view. Water drips down the sides of his chest like little rivers to his hips as he strokes his velvet length.

“I want to spray my cum over every fucking inch of your flawless face.” He grits out.

I stick my tongue out, placing my hands on my breasts and pushing them up, pinching my nipples between my index and middle fingers, tasting him all over again. I wish Damon was here so I could ride him. I feel so empty. I want more.

Maverick’s eyes narrow into slits, head tipping back as he strokes himself faster.

“Reach one hand down and play with your sweet little pussy, Siren…”

I obey, reaching for the engorged bud, using two fingers to rub quick circles, dipping into my slit and back to my clit.

I hum. “Like this?”

“Yes,” he rasps, pumping into his fist. “Stick your tongue out. I’m going to come on your tongue. Let it drip down and rub it in. God… fuck yourself for me.”

I shove two fingers deep, riding my hand.

I’m so close, I need to come. I want to come. But whatever I’m doing isn’t enough. “Professor…”

His eyes snap back to mine as if he needed to hear me use his authoritative title, reminding him of the first time we came together in the library, he grunts, “Stop!”

I drop my hand and the first rope of his thick, white salty load coats my tongue, my cheek, and my chin, dripping down to my chest and tummy. It’s so much! I swallow what got inside my mouth, unwilling to waste it. I take my hands, and do as I was told, rubbing his seed into my damp skin as he watches, fascinated, and his eyes fill with desire.

“I will never tire of seeing you be such a filthy little angel on your knees for me.” He smirks, helping me rise to my feet only to help me wash my hair, and cleanse my body, soft kisses land on my clavicle when he shuts the water off.

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