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WRITTEN BY LORALAI BLAKE

MAVERICK

“A re you ready, Maverick?” Mallory’s excited squeal pierces through the dressing room door.

“I’ve been ready for the past ten minutes.” I respond with a chuckle.

The knob to the dressing room door slowly turns, and out struts the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on. Her pale skin glows from the setting sun drifting through the broken window beside her. Long blonde hair cascades down her back, swirling around her waist that’s currently covered in some strappy contraption. My eyes drift down her toned legs to the black stilettos strapped to her feet. Licking my lips, I pull my eyes back up her body, stopping on the leather straps that are crisscrossed over her body, hiding just enough, but she might as well just be naked. Her blue eyes shine with mischief as she twirls around on the ball of her foot and strikes a pose up against the doorframe. Her perky ass is on full display as she peeks over her shoulder to wink at me. My hands clutch the arms of the chair, the leather squeaking from the force.

“Do you like it, Master?” She asks as she turns back around to face me, a blush creeping up her neck and her chest heaving with every breath. If my mouth was open right now, then I know there would be a string of drool falling from it. All I can manage in response to her question is a brisk nod of my head, my cock already straining against the zipper of my jeans. Soundlessly Mallory drops to her knees on the dingy shop floor, and the sight of it breaks me out of my lust-filled stupor.

“Fuck, Mallory.” Stumbles from my mouth as she slowly crawls her way towards me. Her ass sways in the air with each movement, while the tips of her hair drag against the floor. Part of me cringes from seeing her hair drag through the dust because I know she will not be happy about it later. But the other part of me just wants to wrap her blonde locks around my fist while she takes my cock.

She finally makes it to me, sitting back on her heels, hands reaching up to grip my knees. Pushing my knees apart and then wedging herself between them. I dig my heels into the floor and grip the chair tighter because this is her show and the tiny brain between my legs won’t be ruining this. Her nails scrape up my thighs as they reach for my belt buckle, undoing it in one fluid motion before dragging my zipper down. The only thing I can focus on right now is her breast heaving against the straps crisscrossing her chest. Her right nipple threatens to break free from its confines. Before Mallory delves into where I want her most, she looks up at me, waiting for my acceptance, which I give to her easily, “Go on, Pet, take what’s yours.” She wastes no time pulling my hard cock out; her fingers wrap around it effortlessly, precum leaking from the tip. Her plump lips wrap around the tip of my cock, and I swear she’s trying to suck my soul out of it, not that I would actually mind right now.

I let her play for a few minutes, until my restraint breaks into pieces. My hands reach towards her, one tangling in the hair at the crown of her head while the other one wraps around her throat. I push her down my length until her nose is against my pelvis and I can feel my cock deep in her throat. Holding her there until she starts to go limp in my hands, I pull her off my cock swiftly, drool dripping down her lips and chest. She gasps for breath with a smile on her face, and her eyes look feral with desire. Pulling her head back down, I fuck her face with all I have, relishing in the small moans that leave her and the prick of her nails against my thighs.

When I feel that euphoric feeling race up my spine, I pull her off my cock, using her hair as a leash as I tug her to her feet before me. She’s panting for breath as I slam my lips against hers, our teeth clacking together in the process. Dragging her body on top of mine to straddle my hips, I pull the leather covering her pussy aside and plunge right into her. A moan leaves us both as her pussy adjusts to the sudden intrusion, her essence dripping out of her and down her thighs. I thrust up into her like a madman, and she takes every ounce of pain and pleasure that I give her.

Tilting her head back with the hand still tangled in her hair, I kiss and lick my way down her neck and chest before brushing the leather covering her nipples aside. Biting down on her nipple elicits a screech out of her. Smiling against her skin, I do the same to her other nipple, and she bucks against me faster, trying desperately to reach her climax. Reaching between our bodies, my hand finds her clit, rubbing it in tight circles causing her motions to stutter.

“Come with me, Mallory. Break for me.” I grunt out as I pound up into her while also rubbing her clit in tighter circles. Her mouth smashes against mine, pushing me back against the chair while she rides me. Her pussy tightens around my cock, pulling my orgasm out of me. My climax triggers her own, her pussy pulsing around me with the aftershocks while we both come down from the high.

Mallory’s head drops against my shoulder, her breath wafting out of her in exhausted little puffs. I untangle my hand from her hair and rub my hands up and down her spine. We sit here for a while, totally content inside our blissful bubble until we hear chatter outside the shop. “Looks like they found us.” I say, my voice rough. A chuckle comes from her, her body shaking against mine as she laughs.

“See, we told you that he’d like it! And you seriously doubted us.” I hear Noah say from behind us. Tilting my head back against the chair, I see our family of misfits standing by the door with various expressions on their faces. Mallory’s head comes up next, her chin resting against my shoulder.

“I’d ask if it was good, but according to the sounds you were making, I would say that it was.” Rue says with a wink, making me chuckle and Mallory blush while she’s pressed against my chest. “We’ll leave you to get cleaned up. Meet you back at the RV in ten?” She asks, and we both nod our heads in agreement, breaking out in laughter after they all file back out the door.

We managed to get cleaned up and find Mallory some real clothes in the shop before heading out of the shop hand in hand. The RV is sitting on the other side of the parking lot, where everyone is just standing and chatting.

“How did we get this lucky?” Mallory asks, looking up at me with a smile.

“No fucking idea, baby. But I’d like to thank whoever is up there shuffling the cards for tying you up in that forest for me to find.” I wink down at her with a smile, her eyes rolling in response.

“That was awful, Mav!” Her other hand swats at my chest as we continue walking towards the RV.

“I know, but if it wasn’t for that, then we wouldn’t have found our family.” I say, gesturing towards the group of people in front of us, laughing at something Noah must have said. “And believe it or not, I do kinda like them.” Letting out a chuckle, I pull Mallory close into my side while we gather with the people that make this crazy place feel like a home.