of my nipples between his teeth and pulls gently before sucking it into his mouth. My other tit isn’t lonely for long as his hand comes out to twist and pull my sensitive bud.
The sensation is overwhelming. My nipples are sending a direct message to my core and I'm ready to come.
The build up is fast, and before I can warn him I'm shooting over the edge and screaming out my orgasm.
"Maverick, yes, Maverick..."
I don’t even recover as he flips me over onto my stomach and one of his big arms slides beneath my pelvis and pulls me back into him so I'm down on all fours.
Maverick's inside me again and thrusting into me hard, as he pulls my hips back to meet his violent thrusts. With every thrust my ass slaps against his hips.
"This time," he grunts. "When you come I want you shouting out Prez, or Mr. President. Either one, I don't give a fuck. You think you can do that, Trixie?"
"Y...yes," I moan incoherently. The only thing I'm aware of at the moment is the way his cock is hitting my insides with each grind of his hips.
I've never come this many times in one session, but this hot, sexy as fuck biker is going to make me come again at any second.
"Rub your clit, babe. I'm gonna come so I need you to rub your clit until you're coming, too."
I do as he demands and lean my chest against the mattress so I can free my arms. My right hand moves underneath me until my fingers reach my clit and I start to rub in a circular motion.
It's sensitive, almost too sensitive and I want to stop.
"It hurts," I moan, partially in pleasure, and partially in pain.
"Keep going, baby, you're almost there. It won’t hurt when you come. I promise."
I do as he says and continue to rub, ignoring the sensitivity and warning signs of my body. In the next moments the pain turns to pleasure and I can feel it. My orgasm is coming. It’s like a rollercoaster. I feel my body rising, higher and higher, until I'm ready to shoot over the edge.
"Oh..." I moan as I start to climax, my core starting to milk his cock. "Yes! Prez, yes. Fuck that's amazing... Mr. President."
At my words Maverick curses and thrusts one more time, and I feel him shoot his seed inside me. It feels so good. Having his cum inside me feels so incredible, like a piece of him owns me now. He continues to gently thrust in and out of my core as he finishes his release, before falling on top of me. We're completely spent.
His chest covers my back as I feel his cock soften inside me.
"That was incredible," I whisper, still in a state of bliss from all of my amazing orgasms.
"Yes, it was, darling."
Maverick kisses my shoulder before lifting himself up and pulling out of me. He shifts and lays down beside me, before pulling me over to him. I hold onto his body, not wanting to leave this moment.
I needed this afternoon. Hell, he needed this afternoon. Sometimes when your life turns to a shitty place, you need something new. Some kind of pick me up. Some kind of change.
***
My hand caresses his body as I watch his chest move up and down with each breath. My eyes shift to the scar on his rib cage. I'm reminded of the night he got it. It was a cheap shot by a guy from a rival biker gang. The man cracked open a bottle of beer against the edge of the bar and stabbed Maverick with the broken glass. Maverick ended up getting twenty-seven stitches that night.
I look up at this beautiful man next to me and catch him staring down at me. Our eyes meet, and I smile weakly at him. His hand comes up to brush against my cheek before he lowers his mouth to mine and his lips gently mold against mine in a soft, tender kiss.
"I love you, Melanie. I missed you, babe."
"I missed you, too, Johnny. I missed you so much. I know a lot of shit's been going on in the club, but I hated the distance between us lately."
My palms glide up his chest until I'm cupping the side of his face. "I don't want to lose you. If this isn't enough, let me know. We can try something different-"
"Shh, you're