“We can do better than that,” I said, and then I pulled my briefs off, kicking them to the side. I palmed myself, wrapping my fist around my cock and smoothing it with two slow pumps. Maven practically salivated when I did, her thigh muscles activating like she wanted to clench her legs together.
I used my feet to spread her knees even wider, and then held them there just in case — so she had no choice but to stay splayed.
“Open that pretty mouth for me, pet.”
“Say please.”
My eyebrows shot into my hairline at how quickly she combatted my request, and with a short laugh barreling out of my chest, I held my cock at the seam of her lips.
“Please,” I said with a smirk.
Her eyes glittered with amusement as she opened her mouth, tongue skating out to flick my tip.
I hissed at that first touch, shaking my head as her eyes smiled up at me. But she held her mouth open, and I slicked the crown of me with her tongue before dipping my cock inside her mouth just an inch.
“Fuck,” I groaned, every nerve in me firing to life at the feel of her wet heat. I withdrew, running my head over her bottom lip before I pressed inside again, this time a bit deeper.
Maven tilted her head down a bit, angling her jaw so she could take me in without gagging. It was the most torturous, beautiful sight — her knees spread wide, nipples peaked, mouth open and ready to be fucked.
My hands found her hair, and I carefully held her to me, working myself out and then deeper inside. Each time she made room for another centimeter of me, I groaned my approval, flexing my hips and watching my cock disappear between her lips.
“Eyes on me, baby,” I said, and when she looked up at me with teary vision, I cursed. “Yes, baby. Just like that. Watch me while I fuck your mouth.”
She moaned around me, which made me see stars, and I held onto the back of her head and picked up my pace. I slid in over and and over, deeper and deeper, until she had all of me inside her.
And she didn’t choke, didn’t gag, didn’t tap on my thighs and ask for a break.
She kept her eyes glued to mine, holding her mouth open wide, tongue gliding along the underside of my shaft. When she took me so deep I felt the tip of her tongue on my balls, I shivered, holding her there for a long moment before I pulled out completely.
A strand of saliva connected us, from her lips to my glistening cock, and Maven panted, looking up at me like she was ready for more.
“You wicked thing,” I said, smoothing my thumb over her wet bottom lip. “You’re far too good at that.”
“Apparently not,” she said, still breathing hard. “I don’t have your cum down my throat.”
I bit back a groan, holding out my hands to help her stand. When she carefully made her way up, I framed her face, kissing her long and deep.
“That’s because I want to come in this cunt again,” I said, palming her roughly under her dress. I smiled against her lips when I felt how drenched her thong was, and I rubbed it against her before sliding it to the side with one fingertip. “I knew we could do better,” I said, slicking that finger inside her and curling it deep. “You’re fucking soaked, Maven.”
“Vince,” she pleaded, and I nipped at her bottom lip before I withdrew my finger from her pussy and smacked the side of her ass.
“Strip for me,” I said against her mouth. “I want to see my girl.”
I backed up then, grinning at her as I took a seat on the couch. I spread my legs wide, wrapping my hand around my wet cock and waiting.
For a moment, she stood there slack-jawed, but then she breathed a laugh and shook her head before sliding her thumbs into the band of her thong. She slid it down her thighs and knees, letting it rest at her ankles before she grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it overhead.
Her hair fell over her shoulders when the dress was discarded, the long, thick, jet-black strands falling to cover her breasts. But as if she knew I’d ask, she pulled that hair into one hand and draped it behind her, letting me take her in.
And my God, was she a sight to behold.
I let my eyes wash over her, taking in the lines of her collarbone, the swells of her breasts, the brown pebbled peaks of her nipples. My eyes continued down the lean line of her abdomen to her lush hips, to her thighs and the way those two parts of her met in an apex and framed her pussy.
I shook my head, pumping myself. “Come here.”
I thought she looked a little shy then, her eyes falling to where she stepped out of her thong that still rested around her feet. She played with her hair as she walked to me, pulling it all over one shoulder until she stood at my knees.
I reached out a hand for her, helping her to straddle me, and then I swept her hair back again so I could view her up close.
“You are sensational,” I whispered, letting my hands rove over her. Chills erupted everywhere my fingertips touched, and I smiled as they did, loving that I had that effect on her.
Her hands slid up and over my chest, my shoulders, until her wrists caught the fabric of my shirt. I released my hands only long enough for her to wrangle me out of the fabric before I had her in my grasp again.
My hands wrapped nearly all the way around her waist as I lifted her up, lining myself up below her. We both inhaled a hot breath when my crown slid between her lips, and she rolled her pelvis against it, coating me, feeling me thick and hard at her entrance.
Her hands found my shoulders, and then I pulled her down, inch by blissful inch, until she was sitting on my cock and shivering at the fullness.
“God, Vince,” she said, nails digging into my shoulders as she lifted and slid back down. “You feel so good.”
“This is all I’ve thought about since that night at the gym,” I told her, groaning as I filled her once more. “You and this magnificent mouth and this perfect pussy.”
She moaned, and then her lips were on me, and she took control. Her movements were slow and savoring, her hips sinking all the way down before she’d lift them again and repeat the motion. Soon, every bit of her was moving with the pace, her back arching, body rolling, head flung back in ecstasy.
“You look so pretty riding my cock,” I praised her, palming her breasts and rolling her nipples between my thumbs and fingertips. She cried out when I did, body erupting in chills again. “So fucking pretty.”
She spread herself even wider at those words, and her movement became erratic, her hips not able to grind as fast as she needed me. I took control then, leaning up to wrap one arm around her while the other hand slid into her hair. I held her to me for a bruising kiss, and then started to pump my hips underneath her, meeting her thrust for thrust.
“Fuck,” she cursed, trembling, clawing. “Fuck, Vince, I—”
Her words melted into a symphony of moans, and I helped her ride out her orgasm, eating up every cry she let out with eager kisses. I wanted to capture them all, to keep them forever.
I earned those fucking moans. They were more priceless than any goal I’d ever scored.
When she was satiated, she melted into me, falling completely lax. Her breaths were hard and shallow, her forehead against mine.
“Need a break?” I asked, slowly withdrawing before I flexed deep inside her again.
“Please. I’ve got more stamina than you and your whole team, Tanev.”