A Kitty in the Lion's Den(41)

Maverick pushed the bedroom door open with his foot, and she blinked a few times as she saw the fully pieced together king sized bed in the center of their room. There was no other furniture up, seeing as they were just moving everything in today, but Maverick had somehow, and at some point when she wasn’t paying attention, put it together. He had even put on the black sheets that he seemed to have an abundance of. He moved toward the bed, and laid her gently in the center of it. The look her gave her had her entire body heating, her toes curling, and every erogenous zone on her body reacting to this male on a very potent level.

“Maybe we should wait.” His grin slowly spread across his face. “I mean, you might be a little sore from last night.” Heat rose throughout her whole body at the image that conjured. Oh yes, she was quite sore, but in a very, very good way.

“I’m not sore right now.” She braced her upper body on her elbows and stared at him. He filled out the worn jeans and white t-shirt so they seemed tailored just for him. He moved his hands to the button of his jeans, but stopped before he undid them.

“Is that right, baby?” His raked his gaze along the entire length of her body, and she felt her nipples spike under the thin material of her shirt.

She pushed herself up so she was sitting on the edge of the bed and reached out to take hold of the edge of his shirt. “Yeah, that’s right.” Kettah was never one for seduction, but she found being with Maverick made her feel sexier, more female, and highly attractive. The way he looked at her, touched her, and made her feel like there was no one else for him had power and courage surging through her. “How about we christen the room after all, and forget about being sore, hmm?” She lifted her eyebrow in question and pulled him closer. She knew he would only allow her to control the situation for a short amount of time, but it was these few minutes where he let go of his dominance—even if it was in the smallest of ways—that she cherished. Because she was the only one that could bring down her alpha lion, and that was a heady feeling. In one powerful tug she pulled Maverick to her until he was on his back and she could straddle him. Her skirt was pushed up her thighs from the movement, exposing a hell of a lot of skin, but then again not nearly enough.

“You like taking control, little cat?”

She smiled down at him, but instead of answering she started unbuttoning her shirt, pushed it off her shoulders, and went to work on her bra. That was flung to the side, but before she could shimmy out of her skirt Maverick had both halves of the material in his hands and was tearing the fabric as if it were tissue. The sound of material rending was louder than their harsh breathing combined.

“You tore my skirt, Maverick, and that was my favorite one.” He lowered his eyes to her pussy, which was covered by only a thin strip of silk.

“I’ll buy you more. Fuck, I’ll buy you an entire closet full just so I can rip them every fucking night, baby.” Chills raced up her spine at the low, dominant quality in his voice. In a matter of seconds he had her panties ripped from her body, had her turned and on her belly, and had her ass in the air. Maverick was an ass man, and Kettah had found over time that she had no qualms about that. The heat of his body surrounding hers was intense and hot like the sun. He kicked her legs farther apart with his knee, but she didn’t need to ask what he was doing. She already knew. A hand landing on each of her cheeks was the only warning she got before Maverick spread her open and started lapping at her pussy with his sandpaper textured tongue. She fisted the sheets in her hands, closed her eyes, and moaned when he started probing her entrance like she wanted him to do with the huge cock between his legs. He was skillful and knew exactly what she liked, and had her on the precipice of coming in a matter of seconds. The low growls that he made sent shockwaves right to her pussy, and her body tightened with her imminent release. “Not yet, Kettah.” He pulled away, but kept an almost painful hold on her ass. The hot pants of his breath along her swollen folds were torture and agony all in the same breath. And then he was back on her pussy, licking, sucking, biting, and pulling. She was a squirming mess beneath him, begging, pleading, and crying out for him to let her come.

He was a sadist, not giving her what she wanted, but chuckling with sexual amusement against her soaked flesh. Then he was dragging his tongue up her slit and to the puckered hole of her ass. There he licked at the tight ring of muscle over and over again, wetting the hole right before he pushed his tongue inside of her, fucking her ass with his mouth like a male that couldn’t get enough. It was a torrent of sensations: his mouth on her ass, his finger thrusting into her pussy, and his thumb rubbing her clit back and forth. But when he took one of his hands and started spanking her ass, that was when the feelings really started to get intense. The blood rushed to the sensually abused area, and her skin heated to a scorching level. He smacked her ass over and over again, moving away and alternating cheeks until the pain morphed into pleasure and everything inside of her quaked. She came so fast and hard that her breath stalled, her heart stopped, and stars danced in front of her eyes. This was how it was every time she was with Maverick, and as much as it hurt, it was also the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced. When her orgasm waned and Maverick pulled away, she knew he wasn’t about to end it like that. She was flipped onto her back, and her legs were so weak that they fell to either side of her. She was bared wide open for him, and his gaze was trained right on the most intimate part of her body. Through the haze of desire she watched him undress with sure, steady movements, and grew even drunker with arousal as he gripped his massive hard-on and stroked it from root to tip.