Page 33 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

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It seemed Mav liked to carry me around like a caveman.

I was okay with that.

Really, okay.

Slowly, he lowered me down his body and it only reminded me how big and strong he was.

With deft fingers, he reached behind me and unclasped my bra and it fell to my feet.

“I want to see you too,” I said.

He took a step back, eyed me with open amusement and keen desire. “You want to see me?”

I nodded.

Reaching behind his neck, he tugged off his t-shirt in the sexy way that defied logic. Inch by inch, his chest was revealed. All tanned, toned perfection. And acres of it.

With his jeans around his hips, they slouched and if his dick wasn’t curved up and bobbing by his navel, he’d look like one of those calendar models.

I swirled my finger in the air indicating the pants had to come off and he arched a brow. A smirk curled the corner of his mouth as he pushed them down, and worked them along with his shoes, off.

“Wow,” I said, taking a step back and dropping onto the edge of the bed. He was an incredible specimen of a man. Bigger. Bulkier. More muscles. More… everything.

“With that mouth hanging open like that, it makes me think you want me to fill it again,” he said as he went over to the bedside table and grabbed the brand-new box of condoms I hadn’t noticed. He ripped it open and grabbed a strip, dropping it on the bed.

I snapped my mouth closed. Not because I didn’t want to watch how he lost control as I sucked and licked him, but because my pussy throbbed. Ached.

“You teased me earlier,” I reminded, staring at the condoms. There were at least five connected together and briefly wondered if he planned on using all of them tonight.

A dark brow went up and he prowled closer. Yes, that look indicated he did plan to use all of them.

With a hand on the center of my chest, he gave me a gentle push and I fell back on the bed. He hooked a finger in my panties and slid them down my legs.

“You were the one who came twice,” he reminded. “How is that teasing?”

With a hand at my hip, he shifted me so I was in the middle of the bed. Putting one knee up, he crawled over me. Loomed.

I glanced at his chest, set my palm there.

“Baby. You had my dick in your mouth. Don’t go all shy on me now.” With his big hand, he pushed my hair back from my face. “How is that teasing?” he asked again. His woodsy scent was heady. So was the heat from his body, the way he was settled between my thighs.

“You said I was your good girl but didn’t give me your dick.”

His dark eyes flared and his jaw clenched. He pushed back so he sat back on his heels and grabbed the strip of condoms and ripped one off. With his teeth, he opened the wrapper and I watched as he rolled it down his length.

Then he set a hand by my head again and let the other roam, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples, then sliding down and cupping me.

“So wet. All for me?”

I nodded, then he slipped one thick finger inside and my eyes fell closed. He worked me with it until I was writhing beneath him, then he added a second.

My back arched and I pulled my knees up because he wasn’t touching my clit like I wanted.

“Mav!” I cried.

“Gotta make sure you’re ready. This little pussy needs to be all wet and greedy to take all of me.”

“It’s ready,” I said, grabbing his wrist. “It’s so ready.”

He pulled his fingers away, then gripped himself, sliding the blunt head through my folds. It bumped my clit and I got closer to coming. Now that I knew what Mav could do, I was frantic and needy for it.

Settling at my entrance, he dropped to his forearm, holding his weight off me but now our chests touched. His hand cupped my face and gripped my hair.

“Look at me.”

I did.

He pushed in, one very fat inch at a time.

Holy. Shit.