Page 48 of Spurred On

“Are you that desperate for me, sweetheart?” The glee in his eyes is infuriating. He’s loving this, watching me practically beg for even a sliver of a touch.

“I hate you.”

“You won’t be saying that later when you come all over my cock.”

I go to fire off a smartass retort, but it gets stuck on my lips when he pulls my panties to the side and glides a finger through my core. The brief movement sends shivers up my body.Finally.

“Ava, baby, you are making a fucking mess down here. Look how wet you are for me. I should tease you more often.” Propping up on one elbow, he swipes his fingers through me and brings his fingers to his lips. “Sweetest dessert I've ever tasted.” If I thought desire had sparked before, it’s full-on flaming after that. I watch him intentlyas he licks each finger clean, like my dripping wet pussy is the finest delicacy he’s ever tasted. His eyes close with the movement, and I feel like I’m going to combust from the heat within.

His eyes land back on me, as he brings his mouth down to my clit. When he sucks it into his mouth, my hips jerk. He tsks, “You’re going to stay nice and still while I eat my dessert.” His forearm splays across my hips, holding them down as he dives in. His tongue dives as deep in as it can, and I relish the relief it brings.

When he slips a finger in, I feel the edges of an orgasm building. My breathing becomes more rapid as my pussy grips on to his fingers. I feel myself getting wetter, and the sounds that come out of my mouth don’t even sound like myself. It would be embarrassing if I weren’t so lost in it all.

“Oh my God, Mav. I’m going to come.” The second the words are out of my mouth, he halts, withdrawing his fingers from my pussy and pulling his mouth back. I swear I whimper at the sight of it. “What the fuck?”

“Oh, you thought I was done teasing you? Not yet, baby.” His lips glisten with my wetness smeared across his face. That shouldn’t be so fucking hot, but it is—seeing myself all over him. He wipes off his mouth with the back of his hand as he scoots off the bed and unbuttons his pants. “The only place you’re going to be coming tonight is on my cock.”

My head nods without my permission. I think at this point, I’ll go along with anything he says as long as it ends with me finally getting to come.

When his cock springs free, my pussy clenches down again. There are a lot of things I love about Maverick. He’s genuinely the best person I have ever met, and some days, I can’t believe that he’s mine.But good lord, my husband’s cock ranks way too high on the things I love about him. I’ve never been fucked like this. He makes my loud mind shut off and be at his mercy, and I love it.

He grabs a pillow from beside me. “Lift your hips,” he says as he slides the pillow under me. His large hands grip my knees, spreading them wider. My eyes are locked on him, and his are locked on my pussy. I’ve never felt more confident in my life than the moments this man looks at me with this level of hunger.

He drags the head of his cock up and down, gathering my wetness on the tip, while his hands hold my knees up almost to my chest. He slides in me with one swift thrust, taking me by surprise. My eyes roll back at the sensation of being so fucking full. My hands grab his, and I lock eyes with him.

Thrust after thrust, he digs deeper, leaning forward and hitting areas I’ve never felt before. A feeling comes over me, and I feel a flood rush out.

“Fuck yes, Ava. Squirt on my cock, drown it.” He throws his head back as his fingertips dig into me. I feel the sensation over and over again as it trickles down to the pillow beneath me. His pace gets quicker, and with every stroke to my G-spot, I feel the flicker of another orgasm. Building, building, building until it feels so fragile that I shatter.

Mav’s pace stays steady until he stills, filling me up until his breathing is the only sound in the room. He collapses down on my chest, and we take a second to gather ourselves. When he lifts his head, he leans in, kissing me deeper and with more emotion than I was anticipating. Leaving me feeling cherished and loved.

“I need to get you cleaned up.” He pecks my nose, and I let out a small laugh.

I’ve known for a while how screwed I was, because there was no other way. No matter how hard I fought, no matter what I told myself and others, I was never going to win this fight. Being with Maverick feels as natural as breathing. Like this is where I was always meant to be. I can no longer deny he’s stolen my heart. There’s a sense of calm that comes with his presence, and after a life of being constantly on edge, I want to sneak in closer and hang on to that feeling for dear life.

Maverick slips out of the bed and starts the shower for us. It feels better than it should, having someone take care of me like this, and I think I’m done fighting it. If he wants to love me, then I’m going to let him because I love him too.

Chapter 28

Maverick

Leaving for rodeos has become harder and harder. In my twenties, it was great; there were new towns, new people, and new girls. But the latter hasn’t mattered in a while; after a few years of meaningless sex, it grows old. The spotlight, the attention from women, and the never being home all seem so superficial. Even worse now, leaving Ava feels like a crime. Even if I’m only on the road for a few days. I’ve always missed the ranch when I was gone. There is something about the air here that makes you feel free. I love working side by side with those who choose to be my family. I find myself looking forward to the days when I get to do that, and only that, more and more.

Staring at Ava, which I find myself doing more of every day, I’m completely transfixed by her. She blew into my world and is somehow changing everything. Life is better with her. I bet life on the road would be better too, which gives me an idea.

“Hey, are you working this weekend?” I ask.

Lifting her head from scrolling on her phone, she responds with, “Nope, I’m off until next Thursday, actually. It’s the longest stretch I’ve had in a while, but training has gone quicker than they thought, and they haven’t had any callouts.”

“Good. Want to go on the road with me this time?”

“Really? Are you sure? Doug didn’t seem so thrilled the last time I taggedalong.”

“Doug could use a firm reminder of who the boss really is. It would be fun having you with me again.”

“Is this your way of saying you miss me when you’re gone?” She gives me a look with pursed lips and amusement filling her eyes.

“Baby, I miss you even when you’re at work, so yes.” I’ve always been tough, bound tight and impossible to unravel. Especially when it came to my heart. I didn’t think I would ever want to give it to anyone, but somehow, this beautiful little thing in front of me stole it without me noticing. I don’t know if she even noticed herself. A happy home life and a life on the road is why I never went for anything serious. I never thought I could have both. And now, I find myself being the problem. I am the one who never wants to leave her sight. Joke is on me, I guess.

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