Page 89 of Ship Happens
“Fuck, you are delicious,” he growls before diving in again.
I run my fingers through his damp hair as I watch him feast. It’s a beautiful sight, really. His eyes are closed, and he looks as if he’s genuinely satisfied with his meal. Gentle groans spill past his lips, where they vibrate against my clit.
He pulls his head away from me and looks into my eyes. Grabbing my ass in an almost painful grip, he snatches me closer to the edge. I tip back and catch myself with my hands just before my head smacks against the large mirror.
Then he dips down and . . . oh my fucking?—
“Maverick!” I try to push his mouth away from my asshole, but he’s too strong. “This is unsanitary! I shit from there!”
“So fucking dirty,” he says before diving back in.
God, and I can’t stop him because it feels so good. It’s like having my pussy eaten, but better because this is so fucking wrong. His tongue teases places I’ve never touched with bare fingers.
He nips my inner thigh to the point of pain, then leans back. “Make sure you pay attention. You get to do me next.”
“Wait, what?”
He smirks and kisses my thigh. “I’m kidding, sweetheart. Now shut up and let me worship you.”
His mouth melds with my ass again, and I let it happen. I can’t deny how good it feels, even though it still grosses me out.At least it was after a shower and I don’t have to worry about any natural but very unflattering aromas.
It’s clearly working, though, because arousal drips from my opening to my asshole. Maverick groans again as the liquid coats his tastebuds. His fingers sink into my thighs. But when he rises to stand, his dick is still limp. I can remedy that by providing pain, but I think I’d rather see if getting him to take control might help matters. I close my thighs.
“I didn’t say I was finished with you.” He steps closer, but I keep my knees together. “Sweetheart, don’t be a bad girl. Let me see how wet you are for me.”
Nibbling my bottom lip, I smirk and turn my head away from him.
“Oh, someone’s being difficult.” He grips my knees and wrenches my legs apart in a show of strength. A whimper squeaks out of me, lighting a fire in his eyes. “Bad girls don’t get their ass eaten. Do I need to remind you who’s boss here?”
With a grin, I nod and close my legs again.
He rushes forward and hoists me over his shoulder. I yelp, genuinely surprised at his raw power as he carries me to the bed and tosses me to the mattress. After bouncing twice, I finally settle.
Maverick is on me immediately. Taking a wrist in each hand, he holds my arms above my head as his pelvis pins me to the bed. He grinds his cock through my wetness, and I’m pleased to feel the way it’s firming against me. I wiggle against him in a feigned struggle, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a little panicked right now. Despite knowing I’m only one word away from stopping this, he feels unstoppable.
His mouth dips to my collarbone, but instead of the gentle nips and kisses I’m used to, he clamps down on my skin with his teeth. I cry out, and my arms instinctively jerk downward in an attempt to stop the pain, but his hold is too strong. Then histeeth release, and his tongue slides over the area, taking away the pain.
When he leans back, I try to close my knees, but his hand whips between my legs and stops me. He palms my pussy, placing sweet pressure against my clit. “Do you need to be spanked, sweetheart? Is that the only way to get what I want?”
Recalling the sweet heat of the belt, I nod. “Yes, I definitely need to be taught a lesson. I am bad.”
“So bad.” He smirks and releases my arms so that he can get the belt. “When I get back to that bed, I expect you to be standing with your hands on the mattress.”
I scramble off the bed and get into position. Seconds later, his heat closes in on my backside. The belt cracks over my skin without warning, and I clutch the comforter as I bite back a scream.
“That was for closing your legs,” he says, his voice deep and gravelly. The leather sings over my skin a second time.
I grit my teeth and wait for the pain to pass before I say, “And what was that one for?”
“That was for making me fall so hard for you.”
The belt loops around my neck, and he pulls back on the strap as he enters me. My head snatches back, forcing me to look at the ceiling as pleasure crawls up my spine. His cock forces its way inside me. My pussy wasn’t quite ready for the intrusion, but something about the resistance turns me on.
A sharp pain bolts through my lower half with each thrust. Each aching jab also tightens the pressure on my neck, pinching my skin. My nipples brush against the comforter with every pass of his hips. His free hand grips my right hip, his fingertips digging into my skin. I feel so much at once, yet I can’t focus on anything. It frees my mind in a way I’ve never experienced before Maverick.
I drive my hand between my legs, and Maverick releases my hip to snatch my wrist behind my back.
“You . . . didn’t ask . . . for . . . permission,” he grunts between thrusts.
