I raised an eyebrow, mentally tallying the number of times she’d talked back to me in the short time I’d known her. “Trust me, baby, I will gladly do it, but I wantyouto do it.”
“Why?” she breathed.
“Because I told you to.”
At that, she smirked. “You’re used to getting your way, are you?”
This fucking woman.“Yes. And right now, I’m counting how many times I’m going to punish you for defying me.”
Sophie’s face flushed, but the threat seemed to get her moving. Shaking hands pulled on the tie around her waist until it came completely loose and fell open. She pushed the garment off her shoulders without breaking eye contact. Her hair fell in a disheveled mess around her shoulders.
My eyes dipped to admire her body for the first time. She was toned, slender but curvy in the right places. Tan, creamy skin, clad only in stockings, a garter, and a matching black bra. A fucking sight to behold.
“Sophie, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” I murmured, reaching out with one hand to trace her collarbone.Goosebumps skittered down her body, her breath hitching. I stepped into her space, my hand moving to tip her chin up. Claiming her lips and ravaging her with my tongue, I kissed her until we were both breathless.
“Mav,” she sighed against my mouth. “I need you to touch me.”
I pulled back. Her eyes were so dark, so full of need, that it made my dick pulse painfully in my pants.Fuck.
“You want to come again?” She nodded. “Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers, my tongue, or my cock? Tell me, Sophie, how do you want me?”
She squirmed, pressing her tits against my chest so I could feel her nipples pebble, the piercings winking at me through the thin lace of her bra. “I don’t—I don’t care.” Her hands clawed at my shoulders while she licked my neck, sending bolts of desire through me.Jesus, this woman was fucking feral.
“Get on your knees and fuckingbegfor it, Sophie.”
She didn’t so much as hesitate, dropping to her knees and looking up at me with pleading eyes. “Maverick, please make me come. I’ve never wanted someone the way I want you. Please.”
Music to my ears.
So perfectly submissive.
I gripped a handful of her hair, forcing her head back while I undid my belt with my other hand. My cock sprang free, red and angry and heavy with my desire for her. “You can come after you suck my dick. Open.”
Sophie obeyed, sticking out her tongue. I stared at her for a moment—fucking perfect—before leaning over, gripping her chin, and spitting into her waiting mouth.
“Swallow,” I ordered darkly. Her throat bobbed, a soft moan slipping from her lips as she obeyed, her pupils blown wide. “Good girl.”
Straightening, I guided her mouth around my length, inhaling sharply at the way her warm wetness enveloped me. Her lashes fluttered as I hit the back of her throat, a precious fucking mess already.
“So fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth. My perfect little slut.” She moaned, the vibrations rapturous as she took me in deeper, bobbing back and forth and adding her hand to cup my balls. Her eyes watered, tears beginning to stream down her face. “Fuck, Sophie, just like that.” The sensations were so fucking erotic, downright addicting, that I had to pull her away. I wasn’t ready to come yet.
“Such a good girl, taking my dick like that. Now it’s your turn. On the bed, ass at the edge.” She gave me a bashful smile, scrambling to her feet and climbing onto the bed. Following my instructions and turning me on in ways she had no idea about. I shifted to stand between her legs, hands pressing her knees apart. “I’m going to let you come now.”
Whimpering, she mouthed, “Please.”
Sinking to my knees, I wasted no time, eating her out like it was my last fucking meal, circling her clit before moving to penetrate her with my tongue. Her back bowed off the bed, crying out as I dipped two fingers into her and attacked her clit again. She was coming within moments, but I kept up the pace until she was pushing my head away and begging to catch her breath.
That wasn’t how I operated.
Standing and gripping her thighs, still in those sexy-as-all-hell stockings, I flipped her over. Ran my palm over the curve of her hip as I unbuttoned my shirt and discarded it to the floor. My pants followed seconds later.
“Before I take you, Sophie, I need to know your safe word,” I told her, staring hungrily at her puckered asshole and prettypink pussy up in the air, dripping and ready for me. I was practically shaking with my restraint.
“My… safe word?” She glanced over her shoulder at me, black hair mussed around her face and mascara smudged. Such a pretty little mess for me.
I pushed three fingers into her pussy, relishing how she pushed her hips back into me. “Yes, your safe word. Tell me what it is so I know when you’ve reached your limit.”
She hesitated, continuing to rock back into my hand.
