Mercy (Somerset University #3) - Ruby Vincent Page 0,68

each inch of flesh they revealed.

“Up.”

I never got on all fours so fast in my life—and I could do it pretty fast.

Maverick tugged my dress the rest of the way down, taking my thong with it. I lay naked, exposed, vulnerable before his mercy.

Hot breath blew over my pussy, curling my toes, fists, and even the hairs on my neck. “Please, Maverick.”

“Please what?”

“Punish me.”

He plunged inside and parted me easily with two fingers. His tongue found my clit, rolling and teasing the nub until my cries grew hoarse.

“Yes, please. Don’t stop.”

Maverick took his exploration up, tongue-fucking my weeping pussy to a chorus of moans. My orgasm was coming fast. Fisting the sheets, my back arched under the building pressure.

He pulled out.

“Maverick,” I shrieked. “I very specifically told you not to stop.”

“We’re playing by different rules tonight, babe.” A smack landed on my backside. “Turn over.”

I nearly came right then. I flipped on my back, eager for more instructions.

Maverick flicked his eyes down. That’s it. Just a roll of those hazel orbs.

Quickly, I undid his belt, flung it over my shoulder, and freed his straining length.

Maverick tangled in my hair, drawing my head back, and parting lips ready to receive him. He didn’t ask and I didn’t need him to. Maverick pushed inside, leaving a trail of precum on my tongue. He hit the back of my throat, going deeper than he normally did, and when he started pumping, that wasn’t usual either.

Maverick fucked my mouth hard and merciless. My moans echoed around him, saying what I couldn’t.

Harder and faster.

My hand slipped between my legs.

“Fingers where I can see them,” he growled.

We can put denying me an orgasm on the list of firsts. Who is this man?

I gripped his ass instead, sinking my nails in his cheeks. He hissed and picked up the speed.

A bit-off curse and then salty-sweet cum filled my mouth. I swallowed every bit. Looking into his eyes, I swiped the stream running down my chin and licked my finger clean.

“Fucking hell, Val. Get up here.”

I climbed him like a monkey, wrapping my arms and legs around him, gasping as he pushed the tip passed my entrance. Maverick grasped my hips and slammed me up, down, up, down on his cock. My head dangled off my body, thrown back as I screamed with abandon. I didn’t care who heard. I wanted everyone to hear.

I wasn’t in control of this. Not of him or me or the cresting, crashing sensations dragging me to the depths. This wasn’t sex. It wasn’t lovemaking.

It was complete and absolute surrender to the man who owned me—heart, body, and soul.

My orgasm rushed to a crescendo, desperate for Maverick to hit the final note.

Gripping my hip, he lifted me up slightly and thrust, striking that spot with dead-on accuracy. I came so hard, shaking and screaming in his ear, I thought he’d drop me.

Which he did.

We both fell on the sheets in a sweaty, exhausted heap.

“Damn, baby,” I gasped. “I thoroughly understand what it means to have the shit fucked out of me now.”

He chuckled. “Does that mean you won’t be climbing on any more balconies?”

“Well, if this is the result...”

Maverick finished undressing and tucked us under the sheets. Holding me close, he kissed all over my face and neck, my sweet bear returned.

“You spanked me,” I said, teasing him. “Where did that come from?”

“Felt right in the moment.”

“I hope it feels right in some of the moments coming up.”

“I’m sure there will come a few occasions where you’ll need to be punished.”

The husky reply stirred my core for another go. But not here.

“Let’s get out of here, love.” I kissed him slow. “I want to explore this new sexual direction we’re taking in our bed. And on our couch. And on our desk.”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.”

It took a few tries, and a few more kisses, but eventually we dragged ourselves out of the borrowed bed and got dressed.

My hand firmly in his, Maverick and I left our safe haven, heading for the stairs. We made it to the first floor and passed through the way we came for the front door.

“Drop it.”

“Back off, Aiden. You don’t tell me what to do anymore.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.”

Their heated voices came out of the room ahead. I peered into a study. A white sofa set before a flickering fireplace—the single source of light in the room. Scanning for the boys, I landed on a desk, bookshelf, bar, and Aiden backing a red-face Sawyer into the