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her arousal coated his fingers. But this time she was going to get his dick because he was on fire for her, he didn’t think he’d last to bring her off again without himself as well.
    He bit each ass cheek before he spanked her. This time he didn’t spank just one cheek, he spanked her so that it would vibrate along her pussy lips.
    “You like that?”
    “Yes,” she moaned.
    “You look so sweet and innocent when really you’re a naughty girl, Emma.”
    “God, yes,” she groaned.
    Maverick chuckled and spanked her again.
    “I need more, Maverick. Now. Please,” she squirmed and begged.
    He didn’t need telling twice.
    Holding his dick, he guided it to her wet cunt and thrust inside.
    Heaven was his first thought before he started to panic when he felt the first tingle of orgasm in his balls.
    No...no...no!
    He tried to keep her still but she quivered around him while moaning in a long, slow drawn out breath. The butt plug made her channel snug, and he lost it.
    Withdrawing, he thrust back and forth, and felt every inch of his dick buried balls deep inside her on the downward thrust. The veins along his cock popped and throbbed against her quivering flesh.
    The climax seemed to rip through Emma as her cunt swallowed, and held onto his cock, while she writhed in orgasmic bliss.
    It was too much.
    Maverick withdrew, flipped Emma to her back and started pumping his dick with his fist...once...twice...three times, and then he was coming in white-hot bursts of pleasure as he coated her pussy, belly and breasts with his release. She was covered as he slowly released his hold on his cock, which should have shrunk but was still hard as fuck. It wouldn’t surprise him if it were seeing Emma covered with his release that kept him hard because it was fucking hot.
    She stared at him with a secret smile on her face. “Well, I’m well and truly claimed.” With her index finger, she trailed a path through the cum that coated her pussy, and twirled her fingers around and around before she left a trail up her belly to her breasts, where she rubbed it into her nipples.
    “You are,” Maverick laid against her, sandwiching the cum between them as he cradled her head in his large hands, “the dirtiest woman that I’ve ever had my hands on. You turn me inside out to the point that I couldn’t tell you my name.”
    Emma traced the scar on Maverick’s face with her finger before she curved her hand behind his head and brought him close. “You’ve fucked me, Maverick, but you haven’t kissed me.”
    “Umm,” he groaned. “Then let’s rectify that.”
    The first touch of their lips set off another tidal wave of lust between them. Their tongues tangled and Maverick had felt nothing like he was feeling with this girl he now considered his...his Emma.

Chapter Eight
    T hey were both sticky from his release as they rolled together, their lips fused in one long kiss. Their legs tangled and Maverick wanted to stay where he was forever. That thought should have scared the shit out of him, but it didn’t. How could it when the woman he wanted to stay with was Emma?
    Needing to breathe, Maverick reluctantly pulled away from Emma’s sweet lips and dropped his face into the crook of her shoulder.
    He shuddered when her hands played with the short strands at the nape of his neck. A twinge of guilt ran through him because he was enjoying her deliciously lush body while she was drugged with some sort of arousal drug. The other way of looking at it was that he was helping her. She’d needed to relieve the ache that had been driving her crazy.
    “Will you take it out,” she asked, a lovely rose color lined her cheeks.
    As it wasn’t his cock inside her, he presumed she meant the butt plug, which he had to admit he’d forgotten about. He’d forgotten his name the minute the head of his dick had disappeared inside her warm, wet heat.
    “Let me remove it and then I’ll clean you up.” He kissed her quickly on the lips and had to