What?
In an instant, his free hand is at my ass, two fingers slipping inside my super short cutoffs, pushing past the thong and making me gasp into his waiting mouth as he returns to his kiss.
An unexpected moan slips from my lips as Maverick thrusts his fingers inside of me. I can feel him smile against me when he feels how fucking wet I am. In an instant, I’m a slave to what my body desires. I can’t help but groan at how good it feels. He fucks my pussy with his fingers like he owns it, all the while thousands of people are milling around us like nothing out of the usual is going on.
I slam my eyes shut, refusing to let everything else filter in as I stand here at his mercy.
I freak out a little at the fact that anyone could see us. Anyone could catch us, and after everything I’ve already experienced these last few months, having this caught on video is the last thing I want. The thought gives me pause as I try to push him away again, but my movements are weak, and I feel his grin against my skin as he kisses me harder. He’s treating this like a simple game of push and pull to him.
The span of his large hand is across the lower end of my ass, while two of his fingers are pumping inside me. It makes it really fucking hard to concentrate on anything other than the pending orgasm that I do not want him to witness. I don’t want any of these people to witness what’s going on here. Yet something about the thrill of getting caught almost makes me hotter, and I feel goosebumps burst over my skin.
Almost is the key word here.
I don’t want him to know he has an effect on me, which is ridiculous since he can feel my reaction to him as it coats his fingers.
Maverick pulls back slightly from our kiss, his teeth pressing together with my bottom lip trapped between them as he slams his fingers so deep I nearly buckle under the ecstasy of it all. To anyone passing by, we’re a couple making out against a wall, kissing like teenagers often do. They probably wouldn’t even notice us with the amount of debauchery that’s normal in this place, but it’s still enough of a thought to give me pause.
Meanwhile, he’s getting me off without even asking me what I want. Like he already knows and doesn’t need my input. As his teeth free my lip, I take the opportunity to bite down on his lip. Hard. Hard enough to taste the tanginess of blood as I cut him open in the process. I hate that this motherfucker seems to know my body better than I do.
I thought he’d be pissed and storm off, but as I open my eyes, I see his lighting up. His tongue leisurely swipes at his lip, collecting the blood, and then he licks mine like he’s coating them with lipstick.
At that exact moment, it occurs to me that he’s an actual fucking psychopath. He adds another finger to my pussy, stretching me to a point I’ve never experienced, and it makes my knees weak.
Fuck, he knows what he’s doing.
He presses even closer against me and rubs his hard cock against the seam of my shorts, hitting my clit like he knows exactly where it is.
My breath catches, and I can feel my eyes widen at the knowledge that I’m about to explode in a public space with thousands of adrenaline-pumped assholes roaming around. The gleam in Maverick’s eyes tells me that our location’s a huge fucking turn-on for him. I’m pretty sure no one can see what he’s doing, but the risk is there, and he’s loving every second of it.
It’s when he pulls me away from the wall and turns me around like a rag doll that I understand how much control he really has over me. With one hand in my hair, pulling it toward him so he can tower over me and force me to watch his face, now my body faces the wall he uses his other hand to push my shorts down far enough that he can slide his impossibly hard cock between my thighs.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I wish I was screaming at him, but my voice comes out breathy and horny.
“Whatever I fucking want and right now, I want to feel your dripping wet cunt all over my dick.”
Without giving me the time to register his next move, he buries his cock deep inside me, filling me to the point of madness. It doesn’t hurt like I thought it might, and any sting of pain is lost in the amount of ecstasy I’m drowning in.
I can feel his entire body huddled around me as he bends and thrusts inside me like an animal, like a beast taken over by his baser instincts.
Feral.
Brutal.
Savage.
All of the fucking above, and I’m the prey that’s about to come all over his cock. Apparently, I’ve lost my fucking mind because being treated like a fuck toy is my jam.
I hate him.
I hate this.
But I also can’t stop loving it.
I want it. I want more. I want it harder.
To my horror, I say those last words out loud, and the sound that comes from Maverick’s throat reminds me of a lion grunting while it fucks its lioness into submission.
Because that’s what this is. Maverick’s punishing me by fucking the fight out of me, and I’m the crazy bitch loving every second of it.