Chapter Nine
Julie
I’m no stranger to dicks. I’ve seen a couple in real life, and a lot of them on the internet. A girl has to get her pleasure some place, but Maverick’s is like nothing I’ve ever seen and if I’m being completely honest, I’m a little scared. He’s not only long, but thick. I’d guess maybe eight inches and I have no idea how wide, but from here it’s looking like a Pringles can.A Pringles can!A can of Pringles should not go into your vagina.
His eyelids are heavy as he looks toward me, the scent of my excitement on his beard. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me, do you?”
I look at his girth, and then at my slit. “Are you worried you won’t fit inside of me?”
He looks down at his erect cock, stroking it as his excitement starts to drip from the tip, hitting the mattress between us.
“Is it that big? I—”
My gaze widens. “Don’t play shy. You know that thing is big.”
He laughs. “You tell me how slow to go and I’ll stop whenever you say.”
I reach for him, pumping him in my hand before leaning him backward onto the bed. I’ve had him in my mouth and that was a stretch. I want control of how much of him I can take.
Leaning back, he guides me overtop his hips and holds mine, helping me lower down onto his cock. I move slowly, taking him an inch at a time.
“Look at me,” he growls. “Don’t take your eyes off me.”
The demand sends another pulse of excitement through my groin, and I stretch further down onto him, my gaze on his deep brown eyes as I lower further, grinding in circles, trying to hold my eyes open when all they want to do is shut.
He reaches for my breast and flicks my nipple between his pointer finger and his thumb as I begin to bounce and moan, my circling hitting every spot that feels good again and again.
“Fuck you look so good, sunshine. Fuck me harder.”
He reaches between my legs and rubs my clit as I bounce, my breasts wavering from side to side, up and down.
My body is like a live wire as I spread my legs wider and take more of him in, the tip pressed so far against my cervix that I think he might poke a hole straight through me. I expected it to hurt, but it doesn’t. It’s like being full, like finally being filled the way I’ve been craving. When he’s stretched me as wide as I can go, and his thumb circles my clit, the beating begins in my stomach and travels into my groin, spreading over the top of me, tingling down my legs and into my toes then back up again. Every sensation is heightened and rich as I thump down on top of him.
“Eyes on me,” he growls, as my orgasm threatens to close my eyes.
I flick them open and stare at him, letting every prickling sensation wash over me as I come.
“Just like that,” he says. His tone has changed to something more carnal than it had been before. There’s a rawness to it now that sends a shiver through my body as he flips me over and sinks into me doggy style.
He’s slow at first, but when he gets the tip in, it's like my body is suctioning every last inch. He crashes into me, his fingertips sinking into my hips. I’m not sure what I expected, but he doesn’t hold back. He pounds deeper and deeper, harder and harder, with all the pent up energy of a caged animal.
I clutch onto the sheets and hold tight as he moves me back and forth. “All that silky come is paving the way for me, sunshine. Fuck! I’m going to come.” He growls. “Tell me who you belong to. Say it!”
“I belong to you,” I bellow. “You… only you.”
He thrusts harder and harder until he releases, growling out like an animal as he empties inside of me.
“Fucking hell,” he groans, thrusting in another few pumps. “You felt amazing.”
I smile and spin in circles against his cock, teasing out the last bit of come, before he pulls from me like it’s too sensitive to continue.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks, reaching for a cloth on the bedside table to help clean me up.
I shake my head. “God no. You felt incredible.”
He tosses the cloth from his hand toward the laundry basket on the other side of the room, then lays next to me naked, holding me against his chest. “Marry me. Marry me under the moonlight with the girls in our arms. Then every night afterwards we’ll get another shot at this memory.”
Tears stream from my cheeks as I look toward him and nod. I’ve over thought so many things in my life, but this… with Maverick… it’s as simple as the rising of the moon.