THE CRAZY GOOD SERIES - Rachel Robinson Page 0,52

to my cock because when I feel her warm mouth sucking them, my hips rock into her, hoping to find a wet hole to play in. She bites my fingers a little. I rock into her again.

“You should take your pants off and try that,” she says. I lick her neck and bite her ear lobe.

“Slow,” I remind her. Even though right now I want nothing more than to bury myself in her and call it home, lock the door, and never leave.

“You’re the first guy I’ve ever let do….that,” she says, pointing down and then licking my mouth.

Pure male pride courses through me at the thought of being the only one. It’s like I own it. Just because I feel like it, I drop down and kiss her directly on her pussy lips. I smile my widest smile when I see her smiling at me.

Sighing, she says, “Also, do you have any idea how your dimples affect me? Not only can I not think straight, but I can’t tell you no either.” I run my hands from her breasts all the way down the sides of her body, stopping at her thighs. Goosebumps rise on her skin everywhere I touch.

“I like responsive,” I say.

“Too responsive?” she asks, furrowing her eyebrows. I shake my head in disbelief.

“You can never be too responsive. You probably can’t help yourself now that you know what my tongue can do,” I joke. Something mischievous flickers in her eyes. “Not even if you beg,” I say, reading her mind directly correlating with the look in her eyes.

“It’s only fair that I reciprocate, Mav,” she says. Dick twitch. He’s raising his hand. His turn. His turn. If her face gets an inch away from my cock, I’m sure I’ll explode and embarrass the hell out of myself. That’s not a problem I’ve ever considered. I’m breaking all the fucking rules today. I have more problems now than I’ve ever had.

Windsor grabs my jeans and has them unbuttoned and unzipped before the word “no” can come out of my mouth. Which is just as well, because I may be able to stave off putting my dick inside her, but a blowjob is something I don’t think any male can refuse.

“Please let me suck your cock.” Especially when your girl is begging for it.

Standing I pull off my jeans and boxer briefs in one swoop. I stand there, giving Windsor the opportunity she gave me. Her lead. This is her show now. She bites her fucking lip. Another dick twitch. My balls are in her hands and my cock is in her wet mouth a few seconds later.

I immediately regret standing up because my knees feel like they’re going to buckle at any second. I fist her long hair, but I don’t push her down, I let her swallow it at her own pace. And it is a fucking perfect pace. I look down and there it is. The sight a million wet dreams were made of. Blue eyes, full of emotion, staring up at me, sucking my dick. Her tiny hand pumps the bottom of my shaft and the other hand grazes my ball sack. It feels even better than it did when it was only a mental image.

I can’t resist; I push her head a little bit and she takes my cock deeper. It’s so warm and so wet. Her mouth was made to suck my dick. She keeps her hand moving and licks the sides, the bottom, the tip, around the edges, like a fucking lollipop before sliding it back in her mouth, all the way to the back. There’s no way she can fit my whole package in her mouth; it’s big. Windsor gets an A for effort. She gets an A for everything because I’m already about to fucking come. I knew it would be quick, but this is a new Maverick record.

I rock my hips into her mouth and tighten my grip on her head. Should I give her the gentlemanly tap? Usually I don’t. I tap the back of her head a few times, the telltale I’m-going-to-blow-my-load-any-second signal and she speeds up her pumping hand. Green light. I tilt my head up and close my eyes as I come, like a fucking geyser, down her throat. My legs feel weak. I look down to watch her swallow the last of it. Sex, even almost sex, is the best damn kind of messy. Her spit and my come are all over her…and