Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Shit. You’re so fucking tight,” I groaned. She was wrapped around me like a vise, making it hard to concentrate on being gentle. I hooked my arms under her knees and raised them up to change the angle so I slid in a little easier. Luckily, she was fucking drenched. I made the mistake of looking down at where we were joined, and seeing my dick disappearing into her sex sent a shaft of need slicing through me. Before I could control myself, I plunged deep, sinking in until I bottomed out, and my tip bumped against her cervix.
Molly cried out, and I froze.
“Son of a bitch!” My eyes flew to her face, and the pain I saw there made me frantically try to decide whether it would be better to pull out or stay still while she adjusted to my invasion. Molly was so tiny compared to me. I couldn’t help being proud that she’d taken me all the way on the first thrust. “Are you okay?”
My jaw was clenched so hard from trying not to move that I was surprised it didn’t break. But I was gentle as I wiped away the tears leaking from her beautiful green eyes.
“It-it hurt, but…I think…I need...”
“What, baby?”
“Can you, I think I need you to move.”
“Like this?” I gritted my teeth and slowly inched back, then carefully pushed back in.
“Yesss,” she moaned, her inner muscles clenching. “But more.”
I eased out of her almost all the way before thrusting home once more.
“Oh, yes! Maverick!” she shouted, breaking the last of my control.
Pulling out to the tip again, I slammed back inside. “Fuck!” I knew I should be gentle, but the beast inside me had taken over, and I couldn’t stop. My hips pistoned in and out, fighting to leave her tight channel as she clamped down hard. “That’s it, princess,” I grunted. “Fight me. Your greedy pussy doesn’t want to let me go.”
“Maverick,” she whined, digging her nails into my arms. “Oh, yes! Yes!”
“You’re mine, Molly. Gonna live inside this pussy. Fill you full with my come and put my baby in you.”
I hadn’t even realized I said those words out loud until she gasped and froze for a beat. Her body had no hesitation, though. Her legs circled my waist, and her inner muscles tightened, massaging my dick and milking my orgasm from me.
Slipping a hand between us, I flicked her clit piercing, which sent her into a spiral until she detonated around my shaft.
I fucked her hard and deep, determined to claim her inside and out. “Fuck, baby. Oh, fuck yeah. That’s it, Molly. Squeeze that pussy. Fuck!”
Two more thrusts and my orgasm barreled into me like a fucking freight train. As my jizz exploded from my cock, I threw my head back and bellowed, “MINE!”
6
MOLLY
Until he showed up at Silver Ink yesterday morning, waking up wrapped in Maverick’s arms wasn’t something I expected to ever happen. I knew he felt the attraction between us when we first met, but I didn’t think he would act on it because he didn’t want any trouble with my dad. No one had ever been brave enough to fight for me.
I couldn’t picture any of the Silver Saints waiting two weeks to make a move on the woman they wanted, so not hearing anything from him for that long had crushed any hope I’d had. But it all came rushing back when I realized he’d made an appointment for me to ink him—something I fully intended to do at some point.
Shifting in his hold, I traced my finger over the black ink on the arm around my waist. When he brushed his lips against my temple, I tilted my head back to look up at him. “I want to put my mark on you.”
“Every bare inch of my skin is yours. Put your ink all over me, princess,” he murmured.
I could tell from the quality of the artwork that his tattoos were important to him, which made the offer even more special. “I’d love that. Thank you.”
“Just tell me when and which spot you want to start with.”
I grinned up at him. “You have something specific in mind?”
“Nope.” His scruff scraped against my shoulder as he pressed a kiss to the pulse point at the base of my neck. “Artist’s choice for the first one.”
“Really?” It was a rare thing for someone to trust me to ink them without any input on the design. So much so that Dahlia was the only person who’d gone in blind, back when I was first learning.
“Yup, you’re talented as shit.” He curled his arm to turn me so that I was sprawled against his chest. “And I trust you not to fuck me over with the design.”
Grinning down at him, I traced my finger over a blank spot of skin on his shoulder. “So you don’t want a No Regerts tattoo right here?”