Page 33 of Spurred On

“I’m going to get a little taste of you now,” he says, and I have to keep my gratitude to myself because if I have to go another second without him, I think I might implode.

His touch starts gentle and slow. A small kiss to my hip bone, and he works his way down. When his full lips meet my clit, a zing of pleasure shoots through me and I can't hold back the moan.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Let me hear how much you want this,” he murmurs against me, the heat from his breath skits against me. My hips roll, needing more.

When he kisses my pussy again, it is no longer slow. It is a man on a mission to make my body fucking explode. His tongue dives into me, and I relish the feeling, desperate to have something to fill me up. He moves back to my clit and I feel his fingers breach my slick entrance, gliding in with no resistance.

“Fuck, Mav. Yes. That’s it.” His fingers curl into my G-spot, and I feel the familiar tingle of an orgasm brewing—a tension building higher and higher.

“Do you want me to fill you up?” he asks, and I nod reverently. That’s all I want right now. To feel full of him. “Can you be a good little wife and ask for it?”

I’ve loathed being called his wife, loathed the entire situation since the moment we woke up in Vegas, but at this exact moment, I can’t remember why. Because when he calls me his wife? My body likes it. Loves it. It wants to comply with whatever he’s asking.

“Please, fuck me. Fill me up,” I beg.

“God, hearing you beg, Ava. It could make a man come undone.”

“Maverick, fuck me, right now.”

His answering grin sends sparks through the air. Almost like I didn’t know what I was asking for. He steps away from the bed, and I have to stop myself from asking where the hell he thinks he’s going. But when he walks back to his jeans and pulls out a wallet, I get it. He comes back to the bed as he rips the condom wrapper open with his teeth. His eyes look a little erratic, like he’s as crazed as I am at this moment. At least I am not alone in that.

My eyes stay locked on his cock as he rolls the condom down. It’s not usually something I find sexual but watching him touch himself feels inherently sexual.

“You’re sober, right?” he asks. I feel a little dumbfounded because I never had a drink in my hand.

“Uhm, yeah. I didn’t have anything to drink. Why?”

“Because when I fuck you this time, you’re going to remember it until your last breath. Do you hear me?”

My eyes stay locked on his as I nod slowly. “Yes.” My heart hammers beneath my ribs. I’ve never felt so turned on in all my life; I’ve never been so desperate. All I want right now is for Maverick tomake me his.

He grabs my waist and scoots me back just far enough for his knee to get on the bed. Then his hands move us both up until we’re in the center.

His lips find mine, slowing the moment down. I taste myself on him, and it sends a fire through me. I feel the head of his cock brush against me, and my knees fall open around him. His lips never leave mine as he begins to thrust forward. Filling me. Stretching me. The feel of him has me moaning against his lips. His hips snap forward as he seats himself fully inside me.

“Look at me,” he says as another thrust racks my body. He props himself up on one hand, and starts circling my clit with the other. My back bows off the bed as the sensation of him filling me and playing with my clit becomes almost too much. Almost. My eyes stay locked on his.

The moment feels like much more than it should be. Part of me wonders if he feels it too. The connection. I’ve felt it so many times with him: opening up about our pasts and him forcing help upon me when I'm too stubborn to ask. It’s like a piece of me has known him long before we met.

“God, you feel good, Ava.” Hearing my name on his lips feels sinful. Too good. He repositions himself and grips his hands behind my knees, angling me in a way that has him perfectly hitting my G-spot.

“Right there, Mav.” A bead of sweat drips off his brow. This man is putting in his best work, and my body loves it. My hands reach for him, wanting to be closer because I am seconds from falling over the edge.

“Come for me, Ava,” he says as his hand works my clit in perfect synchrony with his thrusts. My body starts to tighten and I can feel the scorching flame start to burn through me as I reach up to drag Mav’sface back down with me. Tangling his tongue with mine, I come hard for him. His release finds him seconds after. Our chests heave together as we catch our breath, and his forehead rests on mine.

I’ve been sure of a lot of things in my life, but right now? I’m not so sure I’ll ever have enough of Maverick Ryder.

Chapter 20

Maverick

My mind reels as I walk from my truck to the barn. Things are changing. After my little rendezvous with Ava two days ago, I woke up to an empty bed. And she was practically mute on the ride home. Did I do something wrong? Did it mean something entirely different to her? Because for me, that was life changing. I will never be the same man I was before her. Even in my small one-bedroom cabin, she’s been making herself scarce whenever I’m home—either faking being asleep or being distracted on her phone. It’s been the longest forty-eight hours of my life.

Is she mad at me? I can’t figure it out. I pull my hat off my head to run my hand through my hair in frustration, determined to figure out what’s going on in that beautiful head of hers.

I enter the code for the barn and, once granted access, open the door. Weston and Rhett stop in their tracks, and I know the day is going to be long from the no-good looks on their faces. “Wipe those smug grins off, we got shit to do.” We need to reweld some pins and rake through the dirt floor today so we can work the horses a bit and drop hay.

“Oh no, the first bit of business today is to ask you what’s got you all riled up?” Weston says.

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