Her Invisible Knight (Book 4)

Sixteen

Mackenzie

Mind blown was an understatement when describing what Maverick did just now. It was every bit of a woman’s fantasy to actually reach orgasm in the blink of an eye. He was my first f**k and we had several more before we broke up. The fact was, back then, we were more on the exploration stage, but what he was doing to me now? The way his tongue manipulated every part of me as he ate me out could only be done by a s*x god. I didn’t care if he did this to other women before because he, doing it to me now.

He didn’t let me calm down from the mind-bending orgasm even as I begged him to stop. I mean I didn’t really want him to stop. I only said that because of how intense and good it was. He just kept going as if melting ice cream was dripping out of me. “Oh, holy Moses!” I moaned when he pushed his tongue inside me and curled it upwards before sliding it out completely. He did that again and again as his thumb massaged my sensitive c**t. He was on a mission to make me come with his tongue again and again. “Please,” I begged loudly. “Please stop or please keep going?” Maverick chuckled as he continued to rub me. “I don’t know,” I gasped when he started licking me again.

“Well, you better make up your mind then,” he teased. “Keep going!” I growled like a mad woman on a mission. When I came on his face again, he gave me a satisfied grin as I violently shook. I breathed heavily as I came crashing back down to earth and, without skipping a beat, he helped me up and pulled me inside the bathroom. “Wait, what?” I breathily asked. We were supposed to be having s*x now, so I couldn’t understand why he suddenly had the urge to go to the bathroom, much less with me.

“Bath, I need one, but I’m taking you with me,” he laughed. I was dumbfounded by his idea, mainly because all he had to do was to continue what he was doing, but with his d**k rather than his mouth. “But why?” I grumbled and he just pushed me in front of him right toward the mirror. “Because of some weird kink I wanted to try,” he answered before sliding his hand up between my inner thighs, making me gasp and slightly grind my hips. He rubbed me a couple of times more before stopping, only to lick the fingers that were now coated with my freaking wetness.

Shock, curiosity, and embarrassment crossed my face as I looked at his tongue through the mirror. “Let me see you,” he uttered, backing away an inch. “What?”I questioned and he couldn’t help but snigger. “Let me see you finish yourself off,” he explained, dropping a kiss on my shoulder.

My mouth dropped open, clearly confused by whether this was turning me on more or not. “You’re right. This is some weird kink,” I answered. Maverick actually laughed and stepped closer. He then took both my hands and guided one to cup my breast as he licked the shell of my ear. Then he slid the other down to my bare p***y, adding pressure so that I could rub the center of my folds. “Pinch and pull your n*****s,” he quietly ordered, and so I delightfully did. Scratch the first thought, I’m actually getting turned on by this. “Keep doing that,” he said before running his hand down to my hip.

Curling my middle and ring finger, he guided them inside me when I stroked down, making my knees quake. The sound of my fingers sliding in and out of me drove me crazy and so I continued touching myself. He then kicked my legs further apart just so he could have a better view before giving me wet kisses all over my shoulders and neck. “Don’t stop,” he rasped as he squeezed my other breast and tugged on the n****e the same way I was doing.

My head fell back to his shoulder at the same time my eyes closed. It was weird that I was actually enjoying myself as he watched but I didn’t stop. “That’s it, Kenzie.” My hips jerked and ground repeatedly. “Ahhh...” I mewled as I sped the pace, wanting to feel release once more, but he suddenly pushed my hand aside and replaced it with his own. “Oh, f**k!” I groaned, almost losing my balance, so I planted both my hands on the counter to keep myself upright. Planting his other hand flat on my stomach, he suddenly started yanking upwards while his fingers curled inside me.

He pushed, pulled, and slid his fingers in and out faster until I was close to being a hot mess again. He brought me near to the brink of coming but suddenly pulled his fingers out before I could reach the peak. “Maverick!” I protested, my wide eyes finding his in the mirror because seriously, the audacity of this man! Before I could make another protest though, he lifted me up and carried me inside the shower before placing me down so he could turn the shower on. He then carefully wiped my hair away from my face and started kissing me hard. Then, without any warning, he grabbed hold of my thighs, lifted me up, and slid his huge c**k inside me and I gasped as the cold tiles hit my back. He pumped his hips slowly at first, probably to make sure that I wasn't in any pain from the sudden intrusion. Then he became relentless in his strokes and movements, not once slowing down, and I was loving every minute of it. “f**k, you feel so good,” he growled before placing his open mouth on top of my breast.

He twirled his tongue as fast as his hips moved, causing all my senses to go haywire. A surprised squeak escaped my lips when he pushed me further back and hooked his arms under my knees before pulling all the way out and ramming all the way in until he was balls deep, or at least that was how it felt. It just felt deeper, as if he was touching the corners that no one has ever touched, physically. “Oh, God!” The scream that tore out of me was unrecognizable. It was just so raw and out of breath that I couldn’t decide if I wanted him to finish soon or make this last.

He then buried his face in the crook of my neck, pounding even harder than he already was, and, holy hell, that made my legs quiver. He was hitting all the right buttons inside me and I couldn't get enough of it. Had I known that this was how good it was going to get, then I should've just f****d him the moment we saw each other again. “Mav... Ahhhhh,” I gasped as that oh-so-familiar orgasm hit me once again like a tidal wave and then he roared my name as he reached his own climax. To hell with condoms, I thought. I would just have to deal with it later, as f****d up as that sounded.

I shook and thrashed as I held on to him for dear life until the last wave of orgasm left my entire body. He placed me down breathing harshly, but he didn’t pull out immediately. When he finally slid out of me, he gave me that mischievous smile he always had before pulling me back under the shower. He was going to kill me if this continued, but I didn't care. The man could f**k the living lights out of me anytime. Death by orgasm, I thought.