Ella trembled even harder. “God,” she cried. “Please.Please.”
Maverick shoved her forward several feet, grasping her wrists and placing her palms flat against the trunk of the tree in front of her. After that, he shoved her jeans and panties to herankles before bending her at the waist. He ran his hand over the soft skin of her ass before spanking her six times in quick succession. Her pale skin turned pink instantly. “Please what?”
Ella’s head fell forward, her hands tightening around the tree trunk. “Please! I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t kill me,” she said, gasping hard as she pushed out the words.
“Dangerous offerandunnecessary. Because I plan to take everything, baby girl.” Maverick shoved two fingers inside her without preamble or warning, and just as he suspected, Ella’s inner muscles clenched, her orgasm so close.
He’d teased her last night about her hair-trigger orgasms, delighted when she admitted he was the only one who’d ever found that trigger. Apparently, she’d had to put in a lot of work to get herself there with her other two lovers.
He thrust in half a dozen times, grinning evilly as he pulled his fingers out just before she reached the pinnacle.
“No! God, no, please, Maverick.”
He started to correct her, to tell her there was no Maverick here, but this was feeling less like a game and more like a fucking life-or-death situation. As in, he needed to fuck her right this second or die.
However, he swore to himself he would draw this out. Somehow. And he was nothing if not determined.
Kneeling behind her, Maverick ran his tongue along her slit from clit to anus, loving her cry of surprise mingled with pleasure. Pushing his tongue inside her, he stroked her clit, pushing her to the brink once again before stopping.
Ella let loose with a string of curse words, heated enough that he couldn’t help but laugh. Somewhere along the last decade or so, she’d shed that reserved personality from high school. Now, she was a foul-mouthed, demanding powerhouse. And he fucking loved it.
“As God is my witness—” she spit out through gritted teeth.
Maverick cut off her tirade, slapping her pussy,hard, before shoving his fingers back in. Three this time.
Ella rocked wildly, pushing back against them, trying to increase the friction and steal her own climax.
Too bad for her, he didn’t play that way.
When he felt the telltale pulse in her vagina, he removed them again, letting her rain down a symphony of four-letter words and pleas.
Maverick continued to edge her, alternating between fucking her with his fingers and his tongue, never letting her jump into the abyss. Every time she cursed at him, he spanked her ass, her thighs, her pussy. And while he pretended it was punishment for her bad language, they both knew it was simply another form of foreplay.
After twenty minutes, Ella was on the verge of desperate tears, her body shaking with a need so strong he had no choice but to call uncle. His balls were full and tight, and his cock was so goddamned hard, it hurt.
Fucking her with three fingers, he stood once more. With his free hand, Maverick somewhat awkwardly unzipped his jeans, pushing his boxer briefs down just enough to pull his cock out.
This time, he let her come.
When the first tight clench of her climax struck, he removed his fingers, replacing them with his dick. Her orgasm was so powerful, so hard, he had to fight to push himself all the way inside her. Once he did, he took her with a force he’d never unleashed with any other woman.
Ella met him blow for blow, arching her back and clinging to the tree, urging him on with her sexy moans and breathless demands for “more” and “harder.”
As he took her, he remained in character, using his words as well as his cock to heighten her arousal.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll feel me for days,” he said, his voice gruff and harsh.
“Yes,” she hissed.
“You’re never leaving here, never leavingme. You’re mine, baby girl. Forever. You can kiss your old life goodbye.”
“God,” she cried. “Please!”
He fucked her through the first orgasm and straight into a second, aware that he hadn’t just edged her; he’d edged himself as well. Because holding his own climax back was impossible.
He erupted inside her, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough he knew he was leaving bruises. He wasn’t sure what it said about his psyche that the alpha caveman side of him liked the idea of seeing his marks on her.
“Jesus Christ,” she panted, her voice hoarse and raspy from her cries.