Page 47 of Boy of Ruin
She gasps, digging her nails into her chest.
“Ride him,” he tells her, “for me. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”
I groan, biting my lip, and Mav turns his head, his eyes locked on mine as Ella fucks me faster and Mav’s fingers are circling her pretty pink clit.
“You feel good, Luce?” he asks me, a smirk on his face. “Or do you want your cock down her throat, too?”
My breath catches as I sit halfway up, one hand still on Ella’s thigh as she rides me, the other beside my dick, inside of her.
“Answer me, handsome,” he says, still smirking at me, still rubbing her.
And I know she’s coming, the way she clenches so tight around me, a sudden gush of warmth all over my dick, my fucking finger.
She says both of our names, over and over, and I don’t look away from Maverick as his girl comes on my dick.
“Yes,” I finally say when she’s coming down, slowing her movements. “Yeah.”
He drops his hand from her pussy, turns to face me fully, pushes his fingers into my mouth. I taste her as he leans down close, shoving those fingers into the back of my throat. His mouth comes over mine, his lips half on me, half on his own hand.
“You like how she tastes?” he whispers.
I suck his fingers, my mouth brushing his.
“Or do you like how I taste?” He pulls his fingers out of my mouth, kisses me again.
Then Ella pulls off of me as he straightens, grabbing her arm, yanking her from the bed.
I catch a glimpse of her bare, smooth pussy as she stumbles barefooted on the wooden floors of this room.
“Get on your knees,” Maverick growls at her, staring down at her as he strokes his cock.
She does, glancing at me and wiping the back of her hand over her mouth.
Her red hair covers her breasts as I sit up, and Maverick pulls her hair back, exposing her big tits to me, her nipples peaked, bite marks around her pale skin.
I stand, cross the room until I’m beside Mav, both of us in front of her, on her fucking knees, her thighs spread so I can see her pussy. Where I just was.
I circle my fingers around my dick. “Finish what you started, Ella.”
She doesn’t move, her green eyes glued to Mav.
He threads his fingers through her hair and jerks her head back. “You heard him, pretty girl. Do what he says.”
She licks her lips, smiling up at him, then turns to me, opens her mouth and lets me push my dick down her fucking throat.
Mav guides her head, slow at first as he strokes himself, then faster, until her face is turning red and she’s fucking gagging, slobbering all over me.
My fingers find her throat and I feel her trying to breathe. Trying to swallow.
I’m so fucking close.
Mav turns to me, trails his tongue over my throat, releasing her and grabbing my face as he pulls away, twisting his head to me.
I gasp against his mouth, and he groans too, the both of us tasting each other’s pleasure as I come in Ella’s mouth.
“Goddammit, Ella,” he says, lips brushing mine.
My eyes flutter closed as he finishes all over her perfect tits, slapping one as he does, and I spill down her throat, my hand coming to the back of her head and grazing Mav’s fingers as I force her all the way down on me.
