Broken Beauty - Stella Andrews Page 0,20

he starts to move gently inside me, I feel him claim every part of me as he moves a little faster and then with an urgency that sends me over the edge. I dig my nails into his back as I scream his name, over and over again as he claims me as his. It’s rough, dirty and frantic and my sweat runs like a river that’s burst its banks as his balls slap against my ass and my legs wrap around his waist, bringing him deeper inside. He groans and says roughly, “Fuck, baby, that feels so good. Dig harder.”

I scrape my nails deeper and relish the gasp of pleasure that springs from his lips and reaching down cup his balls and hang on for grim death. I want all of him. I want to make this count. I want him so deep rooted inside me I swallow him whole. I need him to fuck me completely and fuck the images from my mind of the one who went before him. I only want to see him when I close my eyes at night and I need him to be brutal and claim my black soul.

We go on the ride of our life and I don’t know where this woman came from. I’m like a wild animal, an insatiable being that can’t get enough. He rolls to his back and pulls me up until I sit impaled on him and holding my hips gently rocks me against him so he fills every part of me. He grabs my breast like a hungry animal and sucks it till it hurts. I groan like a woman possessed and I am. By him. My clit drags against his shaft as I take him in deeper and won’t allow him out. I need him so badly and never want this to end. If this is my one chance at feeling, then I am making it count.

But my body has other ideas and suddenly it explodes with a feeling so intoxicating, I want it to last for ever. As Maverick roars, I scream so hard they must hear us in space as I clench his cock between my thighs and ride a wave like an accomplished surfer right to the end.

His arm reaches out and pulls me down hard against his chest and he kisses my hair and whispers, “You ok, baby?”

I’m shocked to feel the hot, wet tears leak to his cheeks as I come apart against him. He rubs my back and holds me tenderly and yet in the tightest embrace, as I lose total control and break down in his arms.

After a while, he whispers, “I hope those are happy tears, darlin’.”

I laugh against his chest with him still inside me and whisper, “Thank you. Thank you for showing me how amazing it can be. I will never be able to thank you enough.”

He continues to stroke my hair and says gruffly, “It’s only amazing because of you. That was special; you need to know that.”

I pull back and look at him in surprise and he strokes my cheeks and says gruffly. “Listen, baby, I’ve had sex more than hot dinners and it has never been like that. That was the best, you are the best and I want you to know that. It counted and now the only thing we have to worry about is that now I’ve found you, I doubt I’ll let you leave my side.”

He pulls my lips to his and kisses me so sweetly it blows my mind. Then as I lay my head on his chest and his arms wrap around me, I know just what he means. Nothing can ever be better than this, I’m finally here, I belong.

12

Maverick

Now I’m screwed in every way possible. I wasn’t kidding when I told her I wasn’t letting her leave. How the fuck did this happen? That was the best sex of my entire life and it was because it was with her. Sophia Moretti. The woman I was always meant to find. As I cradle her in my arms, the situation hits home. I never wanted this—a woman. I’m a loner, best on my own, but now I couldn’t let her go if I tried. Will she look at me differently when she finds out my dirty little secret? Will she regret letting me in because she has every right to be pissed? She’s not the only one with secrets and mine threatens to blow her