The Wolf and the Sheep, page 15
I imagined taking him on my back, the best way for me to come with a man. But with a dick like that, it probably didn’t matter what position we were in. I moved to the bed and got on all fours, my back arched as deep as I could so my ass would be high in the air. I kept my head up and looked at him over my shoulder.
He stared at my ass with his hand around his dick. He slowly jerked himself as he gazed at my dripping pussy. He’d managed to transfer my slickness from his fingers to his length, giving himself lube to jerk off easily.
I studied the way his wrist moved as he jerked himself from mid-base to his balls. He couldn’t even get his entire dick with the motion because he was too big. I didn’t know how that dick was going to fit inside me, but once it was there, I would never want it to leave.
He fished a condom out of his jeans then rolled it onto his dick. Slowly, he rolled down the latex until it hit his balls, securing it in place so he could fuck me hard without slipping. He left a large pouch at the front—like he intended to give me a big load.
When he finally let his knees sink into the mattress, I felt the dip of the bed as my stomach tightened. I’d never been so eager to be fucked by a man, to have a dick sink all the way inside until he tapped against my cervix.
He positioned himself right up against my ass then directed his tip to my entrance.
I could feel the push, feel the enormous crown struggle to sink inside my tight little cunt. I’d been with many men, so I was no virgin, but I could barely get him to fit. It didn’t matter how aroused I was, it wasn’t enough to get him to slide inside with no resistance.
Maverick gripped my shoulder and kept me still as he pushed himself inside. The crown finally stretched me apart so he could make his entrance, slowly sliding through my moisture so the rest of the shaft could follow.
Jesus Christ. I closed my eyes because it hurt…it hurt so fucking good. My pussy couldn’t take another centimeter. His size was my breaking point, and I felt like I was losing my virginity all over again.
He kept sinking until his balls hit my ass. “Fuck…” His fingers dug into my shoulder while his other hand slapped my ass.
I panted because it felt so good. We’d barely even started, and I wanted to come around his dick already. I wanted to get on my knees and bow to this man for being god’s gift to women.
He pulled my shoulder back so I was arched, relying on him to keep me held up at this angle.
He was buried deep inside me, both arms holding my body against his chest. He gave me a few gentle pumps, getting used to the tightness, before he started to pound into me.
I held on to his arms for balance and bounced back into him, moaning right from the beginning. My pussy fucked his dick as hard as his dick fucked me. Our bodies smacked together because we were both working so hard, slamming into each other so we could enjoy the high our bodies produced.
My head tilted back, and I moaned like a whore who was paid to scream. “God…yes.”
His hands tightened on my arms, and he slammed that big dick inside me. “You like that?”
“Yes…yes.” It felt so good, I wanted to cry. It hit the sweet spot, satisfied my cravings. All this time, I’d been having sex with boys, when I should have been having sex with men. This was a dick worth coming around. This was a dick to beg for. “Don’t stop…please.” My hands moved to my cheeks, and I pulled them apart, just so he could fuck me even deeper.
His hips worked a little harder, and like a machine, he fucked me nonstop, his endurance deserving of a medal. He worked his body hard to please me, to tear my pussy apart with his girth.
It hurt the entire time, but I loved the pain. I loved the way it made me feel…like I’d never really been fucked in my entire life. I bit my bottom lip and moaned, tears in my eyes because of both the pain and the pleasure. Instead of taking minutes to come, it only took a couple of seconds. I kept my cheeks apart and closed my eyes as the flash of heat traveled through me, burning the tips of my fingers and toes. A veil of desire spread across my vision, making everything blurry because I couldn’t focus on seeing…only on feeling. I didn’t care that I hated this man, that I didn’t want him to have a bigger ego than he already did. I came around his dick and whimpered his name. “Maverick…” My hips started to buck automatically as tears glistened in my eyes. I’d always been a moaner when I had an orgasm, but never a crier. But now I cried for this man…because it was so damn good.
A moan escaped from his throat, like he could feel how tight I was getting around his length. He increased his pace just a little more, to give me all of himself as he finished. He lasted long enough to let me finish, to enjoy every second of the orgasm until it started to fade like smoke to the ceiling.
Then he came. With a masculine grunt, he shoved his length deep inside me and shuddered as he released, his come exploding into the space in the condom. His hands tightened on my arms, and he moaned again.
I kept my cheeks apart, knowing he was probably staring at my asshole as he finished.
After making me come like that, he could stare at whatever he wanted.
He finished then pulled out, making my pussy feel several inches wider than when he first entered me. He released my arms a second later, letting my body fall forward because I hadn’t been expecting it.
I let my body drop to the mattress because I was tired and satisfied. My pussy throbbed because of his size and destruction, but it also throbbed because it felt so damn good. I’d never been fucked like that. I’d never come like that.
Maverick disposed of the condom in the bathroom then pulled on his clothes. He didn’t say a word to me or even look at me. Like I was just a stranger he would never see again, he flattened his shirt against his stomach then walked out.
I didn’t know what I was expecting him to do. Sex wouldn’t change his behavior. He would still be the indifferent asshole he’d always been. He would barge into my room without knocking and then leave it just as abruptly. I wasn’t a date, so there was no reason for us to sleep in each other’s beds.
Even though it wasn’t even eight yet, I dug under the covers and closed my eyes…falling asleep just minutes later.
19
Maverick
My motorbike was on the ground, hidden in the high blades of grass. With a bulletproof helmet on my head and the communication device clipped to my ear, I could hear what the men were saying over the intercom—including my father.
“They’re two miles away.” My father gave orders to the rest of the men, falling into the role of dictator so well. His voice was level and calm, even though his entire purpose was riding on this event.
“Got it.” I sat in the countryside with the stars as company. There were other men hidden along the route, but since they were invisible, it was easy to forget they were there. On this summer night, the stars were bright overhead, brilliant because Florence was an hour into the distance. A slight breeze moved across my neck, giving me a respite from the helmet and leather jacket.
My thoughts drifted to Arwen, but when they became sexual, I tuned her out of my mind. I couldn’t afford to be distracted by the good fuck I’d had a couple of hours ago. Who knew sex with your wife could be so fun?
A minute later, the Hummers sped down the road. Ramon was meeting with one of his clients for a drug deal. Little did he know they would never make it. Once the headlights were gone and they were several feet in front of us, I kicked the bike to life and started to follow them. “I’m on his tail.”
“Alright. We’ll begin the assault now. Sneak up behind them—don’t let them see you.”
I kept trailing the Hummers, staying a good distance away so they wouldn’t see me in their rearview mirrors. I saw the lights of my dad’s team up ahead. The Hummer crossed the road and blocked their path.
That when the shots began to fire.
The intercom was silent.
I accelerated down the road, the bike quiet compared to all the commotion up ahead. I was only a few feet away when something took a turn for the worse.
Yells sounded through the intercom.
Now my father wasn’t so calm. “I need backup.”
Ramon was my first priority, but not when my father’s life was at risk. I didn’t need to think twice about it before I reacted, changing my goal instantly. “I’m on my way.”
“No.” He yelled into the intercom. “Get Ramon. He’s all that—” He screamed over the line.
My wrist cranked the gas, and I sped past the three Hummers. Gunshots were firing off everywhere, sparks of light in the darkness. My eyes scanned the blackness as I searched for my father, frantically trying to find him.
I skidded to a halt across the pavement when I saw my father fighting off two men. Every time a gun was pointed at his face, he managed to slam it down before he took a bullet to the head. He’d obviously been disarmed. Otherwise, he would have shot the assholes right then.
I jumped off the bike and sprinted toward the commotion, pulling out my pistol when I got close. I shot the first guy and forced him to the ground, but another had his gun aimed at my father. My father was too busy staring at me in horror to notice.
“Move!” I sprinted toward the gun, aiming my gun so I could take him out before he could pull the trigger. But even if my shot was enough to stop him, his finger would squeeze the trigger automatically. I only had one option.
I fired my weapon then slammed into my father, pushing him to the ground.
Then the pain shot up my arm, the nerves firing off in protest. I’d been shot before, and the shock was the worst part. The body immediately went into survival mode, dulling the senses to keep the systems calm.
I slammed into the pavement and gripped my arm, feeling the blood soak my jacket.
My bullet hit the man in the neck, but he was still alive.
My father picked up my dropped gun and finished him off. When he turned to look at me, I expected to see fatherly terror in his eyes. I expected him to rip off my jacket, apply pressure, and finally give me respect for what I had done.
But it wasn’t forthcoming.
“I told you to get Ramon.”
I gripped my arm to stop the bleeding. “You’re kidding me, right?”
“No.” He walked over to me and pressed his foot against my wound. “When I tell you to do something, you do it.”
I groaned as the blood poured out. “Jesus!”
He pulled his foot off and continued to stare at me with disappointment. The gunfight started to die down as the tables turned. Our men seemed to have gained the upper hand, and Ramon’s men didn’t have a chance. If Ramon fled, he wouldn’t get far.
“I saved your life, asshole.”
With that icy-cold countenance, he looked at me like I was dirt on the bottom of his shoe. “My life means nothing without Ramon. You better hope he didn’t get away. Otherwise, I’ll step on your arm until I break it.”
At six in the morning, we returned to my estate and drove to the barn that was out of sight from all the roads. To any onlooker, it seemed like an ordinary barn, something the cows used to get out of the rain. Little did they know, it would double as a prison.
I didn’t make a complaint about my arm. I wrapped gauze around it and applied pressure to stop the bleeding, but now that the adrenaline had passed, all I was left with was the pain. I rode in the front seat with my father, Ramon knocked out in the rear.
This was a fucking nightmare.
We parked the Hummer then proceeded to drag Ramon’s unconscious body into the barn. I helped even though a bullet was still lodged in my flesh.
My father didn’t bat an eye over it, didn’t even care.
We dragged Ramon into the cell designed to hold his body. It had a bucket of fresh water, a bucket for shitting, and hay on the ground for sleeping. We dropped him in the center of the concrete stable, watching the bastard lie there unconscious. He had one window at the very top, but it was too small for anyone to climb through.
My father spat on him before he shut the door and locked it.
I studied my father as he secured the padlock, wondering if he was feeling victorious now that his enemy had been captured.
But he seemed like the same bitter man as before.
“What now?” My workers would steer clear of his cell. One of my men would make sure he had food and water every day, plus a fresh bucket to shit in every day. But it would be pointless to keep him for long when he was of no use alive.
“Nothing.” He walked away from the door and headed back to the car.
“You aren’t going to torture him right away?” I caught up with my father, my heart beating so hard because of the pain in my arm. I broke out in an intense sweat because it was getting more difficult to keep going when I was getting weaker by the second.
“No.” We got into the car. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready.”
After all this work, he was just going to let him sit in a cell? I’d assumed my father would start to torture him immediately, even if he was unconscious.
My father turned down the dirt road and approached my estate, ready to drop me off. When he pulled up to the house, he hit the brakes instead of turning off the car. He clearly expected me to jump out and walk inside without another word.
How did my father turn into this? “I’m fine, by the way.”
He stared straight ahead, ignoring my sarcasm. “You’ve been shot before. You’ll be shot again someday. It’ll be fine.”
“You aren’t the least bit concerned?” I cocked an eyebrow. “I could have died.”
He sighed in annoyance. “But you didn’t. Now go inside. It’s been a long night.”
I lingered in the car, so angry, I didn’t know what to do. If my father was going to be this cold, I shouldn’t have bothered helping him in the first place. I married a stranger to get this information, but he brushed off my sacrifice. I took a bullet for him, but he didn’t give a damn. There was nothing I could do right—only wrong. “I turned thirty a couple of weeks ago…” Birthdays were an arbitrary celebration. I didn’t even like birthdays. But it stung the most that he’d forgotten it. Mom used to force us to gather around a birthday cake and exchange presents. Making me have a memorable evening with our family was her gift to me—a gift of love. Now that she was gone, the glue that held the four of together was gone. We were just three strangers now.
My father still didn’t look at me. “You want me to give you a present or something?”
The sarcasm in his voice made me wish I hadn’t taken that bullet for him. If I’d just done as he asked, he might be dead right now. I would have mourned his passing since this sad conversation never would have taken place. We finally completed the job we set out to do—to give my mother justice. But he was still the cold bastard I despised. I grabbed the handle and opened the door. “I wish I’d let you take that bullet…and I wished it had killed you.”
I sat at the counter in the kitchen with my arm extended. Abigail pulled back the gauze and revealed the damage. She had her suture kit ready to go, but she still looked disappointed when she saw the wound that destroyed my flesh. “Mr. DeVille…what happened?”
I grabbed the vodka on the counter and took a drink. “I was shot—obviously.”
She was my servant, but she didn’t hesitate to give me an attitude. She glared at me before she took the warm towel and wiped away the dried blood that stuck to the skin of my shoulder. “Don’t be a smartass.” When all the blood was wiped away, she grabbed her tweezers and gently slipped the tips inside my flesh to fetch the bullet.
I took another drink even though I didn’t care for vodka.
The sound of quick footsteps ended the kitchen, and Arwen’s gasp entered my ears a moment later. “Oh shit…” She came to my side and watched Abigail pull the bullet out of my flesh and drop it onto the plate sitting on the counter. Arwen’s hands gripped my healthy arm, and she looked terrified by the scene that unfolded in front of her. “Are you alright?”
“If I were going to die, it would have happened hours ago.” I watched Abigail open her suture kit and begin to close the wound.
“Maverick.” She kept staring at me, her hand gripping my arm. “What happened?”
“Is that not obvious?” I asked, still being a smartass.
“If you weren’t being sutured right now, I’d slap you.” She was in a black nightdress, a halter top that was so thin, it showed her hard nipples through the fabric. It was difficult to believe we’d been fucking just twelve hours ago. Now a bullet had just been pulled out of me.
“I’d help you.” Abigail kept her eyes on her hands, closing up the wound with the thread.
“Should you go to a hospital?” Arwen asked.
“No.” I never went to the hospital. I’d have to be on my death bed to resort to that.
“And you don’t think you should?” Arwen asked incredulously.
“No. I’ve been shot before—not a big deal.” My father certainly thought it was nothing to worry about.
Abigail finished her task then closed everything up. “I’ll get you some antibiotics tomorrow just to make sure you don’t get an infection.”
“Thanks, Abigail.” I rolled down my shirt sleeve and hopped off the stool.
Arwen followed me. “Are you sure you’re okay? Who gets shot and brushes it off like that?”
“Men.” I headed up the stairs.
She stuck to my side. “What happened tonight? Is your father okay?”
I wished he weren’t okay. “We got Ramon. He’s in the barn.”
“Here?” she asked in surprise. “Why?”
Because that’s what my father wanted…and he always got what he wanted. “It’s convenient.”
“So you’re going to torture him a couple of acres away?” She followed me all the way up the stairs and to the hallway that led to my room.
“Yep.” I reached my bedroom and walked inside, eager to take a shower to wash off all the grass and dried blood. “I’m not in the mood for chitchat. Get out so I can go to sleep.”
