Chapter 81: Consummate or not to consummate (5)
*Warning r18***
"Then, you are Rossa?" He raised a brow inquisitively.
"N– no... f*ck! Maverick, faster..." Jeslyn didn’t know why he was doing so much better than last night. Her mind couldn’t think clearly as he awoke the barrage of lusts inside her.
"Perhaps, you forgot? Or maybe... not telling!" He pushed his fingers deeper as his face turned cold.
"Ahh...Wh– what are you... talk...talking about?" Jeslyn was panting heavily by now. Her blood circulation had gone overdrive as she tried to catch her breath. Her voice sounded awkwardly low, almost like a whisper.
Maverick looked at her. Her cheeks were flushed. His eyes traveled to her peaches. Her tits were hard and pointed but that wasn’t his focus. It was her heartbeat. The chaotic raising and falling of her chest.
Maverick closed his eyes for a brief moment and when he opened them again, the rage in them was replaced by a blank look.
He pulled his fingers out and got down. Maverick was frustrated. He brushed his fingers over his messy hair. With his back turned to Jeslyn, she failed to see the fury in his orbs. Those eyes could drown a soul.
"Maverick, I think I can take you. You can’t judge unless you try," Jeslyn sounded pitiful.
She can’t allow him to do this to her anymore. Although he fingered her, it wasn’t enough. She needed him. She wanted to feel that big c*ck inside her.
"No," came his dead voice. He was trying to restrain himself from scaring her because he knew his mood had been ruined.