MAVERICK
I felt so stupid, embarrassing myself in the end. If I learned one thing tonight, it was to never assume without knowing the truth. I admired Lake even more. He was a good man with a big heart and had the longest patience. Despite my judgment, he took it on a positive note.
“Fuck.” He made a needy, primitive sound that rose from deep within his chest, veins popping on his forehead and corded neck while his grip tightened on my hair as he pushed my head into his swelling cock to the back of my throat.
I was on my knees before him. I loved to please him as he pleased me. Seeing the look in his heavy-lidded eyes, his jaw tightening, and throwing his head back turned me on more than ever.
I gagged, struggling to breathe through my nose. Yet I was so aroused that I felt my wetness dripping between my thighs and my clit throbbing, begging to be fondled. My breasts were heavy, and my nipples hardened, demanding to be sucked.
With my hand on his ass, the other on my breast, kneading it. The jolts of electricity rushed through my body as I pleasured myself the way he liked it.
“You’re fucking beautiful, baby.” He swept my cheekbone, wiping off the tears rolling down my cheek.
I moaned in agreement, taking his compliment, rewarding me with another groan, and massaging my scalp. I sunk deep into him, and he swelled in my mouth. I pulled it out to breathe, saliva dripping from his monster of a cock. Then I slid him into my mouth again to its base, and then he tried to pull it out and threw another curse.