Page 95 of Never Started
“White,” she announces with a small giggle, appearing a little unsure of herself, which is odd. She places her paint-covered hand on my chest and spreads it slowly, looking at me from above. “For how pure you are, Maverick. You’re the most genuine person I’ve ever met. You bring a sense of peace over me that no one else ever has.”
Izzy isn’t one for words of affirmation or discussing feelings at all, so her words hold weight with me and my heart swells.
But the moment she stands, the sincerity is overwhelmed with lust, her perfect pussy now on full display for me, and I can’t resist.
“Can I fuck you now?” she asks, voice breathy, still standing above me. Her hand finds her clit and taps it a few times before she begins to rub it in circular motions, pulling a small moan from herself.
Fuck.
I wanted this moment to be strictly sensual and not sexual, but a man can only be so strong. Apparently, I am a very weak man when it comes to her.
Slowly, I begin stroking my cock from base to tip as I watch her play with herself above me. The sight alone has me wanting to come with her name on my lips.
“Fuck me, Izzy,” I say through a groan.
“Mmm,”she moans out. “You want me?”
“So fucking bad,” I pant, desperately needing her wrapped around me.
Her fingers retreat from her clit, and she bends down, hovering directly over where my cock stands at full attention.
“Beg for it,” she demands, staring into my eyes as her pussy’s lips softly graze the head of my dick—teasing me and inviting me in.
I am not too proud to beg, not for her. Hell, I’d fucking crawl to this woman if she asked me to. Shit, even if she told me to.I’m completely at her mercy, especially now. She knows it, and is using it to her full advantage to get what she’s after.
“Please, Izzy,” I say, my voice soft and needy. “Please sink down on me and let that perfect pussy of yours wrap around my cock. I need you,” I plead as my hands wrap around her hips. “Please.”
With a pleased smirk, she does just what I begged for.
“Mmm, such a good boy.” Her words come out choppy, the head of my cock pushing into her as she lowers herself.
“Fuckkk,”I hiss. Praise kink, unlocked. I wasn’t aware I had one of those, but with the words coming from her, I’m also not surprised.
“Good boys get rewards.”
Her hands grip firmly on my chest, fingernails biting into my skin, and she starts grinding her hips in delicious motions that send me into oblivion.
“I love you so fucking much,” I say, groaning.
“I know,” she moans, and that’s all I get.
I know?My heart sinks.
Almost two years exclusively together, and she can’t even say it back to me. That day on the ranch, she admitted she’s in love with me. Since then, I’ve been fucking trying everything to drag the three words out of her.
Before I have time to overthink it, my body betrays me. I’m teetering on the edge of orgasm, so I focus solely on her body— each sway of her hips, the way she feels, how her hair bounces when she moves, and how she’s wrapped tightly around me, gripping my cock with her inner walls.
Before I know it, her legs begin to tremble as she grinds, and I can tell in the desperate way her body moves that she’s close too.
My grasp around her hips tightens, our eyes lock, and I begin thrusting upward, helping her to get closer as I slam into her.The sounds of our bodies against each other fill the air, mixed with her moans and my panting.
And just like that, we both come apart.
Our bodies are both pleased, satisfied, and undone. Yet, as I lay here entirely open to her, my heart knows Izzy will never fully unlock hers for me.
I’m quickly realizing my agreement to wait for her may be for nothing, and the“someday” she promised me may never come.
Chapter forty-six
