Page 53 of Claiming What's His


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Thrust.

“You’re going to be my wife.”

Thrust.

“I’m going to keep you forever.”

Thrust.

His hand landed on my ass cheek next, and I moaned as the fire lit through my spine. I rolled my hips basking in the burn. “Again.” I gasped.

His hand landed on the same spot and more fire exploded through my nerves. His hand was so large and hot, branding me with the slaps. These weren’t gentle exploratory spanks; these were the spanks of a man who knew how to swing his hand to get the most pain from it.

“Beg for more.” He hissed.

“More, please Mav, spank me again.” I cried, desperate for more of the fire.

He laid his hand on my ass again and again, kissing the skin expertly and my orgasm ripped from my core with a scream from my lips as my pussy and ass clamped down on his cock and thumb. “Just like that Cora, such a good girl taking everything I give you baby.” He moaned and then his free hand squeezed my ass cheek painfully as he stilled his hips as his cock jerked and filled me.

I released my teeth from the pillow under my chest and laid my cheek against it as I felt his cock slowly pull out and push back into my body a few times as he prolonged his pleasure.

He pulled out of me completely and I looked over my shoulder at him as he dropped to his knees behind me and used his hands on each of my inner thighs to spread me open. “What are you doing Mav?” I asked, feeling self-conscious.

“Looking at your swollen pussy covered in my come.” He said with a smile in his voice. He ran his fingers through my folds and then pushed three thick fingers into me. “Don’t want to waste a drop.” He pushed his come back into me and the act was so taboo and so fucking hot. I clenched around his fingers, and he moaned, leaning in, and kissing the back of my thigh.

When he was done exploring he pulled me down onto the couch and covered me with his body. He wrapped himself all around me and held me close, kissing my hair and my forehead before pulling my hands up to his face and kissing each fingertip and then palm and inner wrist.

“You were never this affectionate when we were younger.” I mused, enjoying his attention.

“I never loved you this deeply when we were younger. I never understood loss and pain back then, but now that I do, my love for you has developed into something… deeper.”

“I know what you mean.” I said quietly, feeling my love for him so intensely that it ached and hurt my heart in a way that made me feel alive and desperate for him.

“I don’t want to, but we need to get dressed and eat.” He said, sighing.

“Why can’t we just stay like this forever?”

“Because my jeweler will be here in an hour with a case full of diamonds for us to pick out your engagement and wedding rings from.”

My eyes widened and I looked up at him, “Just like that?” I asked.

He chuckled and nuzzled his nose against mine. “Turns out even the most prestigious jewelers would kill for an opportunity to say that my wife wears their stones on her body.”

“Hmm, life of the rich and famous.” I mused.

“Life of me and you baby. And I plan on using every connection and benefit of my position in life to spoil you senseless. So get used to it darling.”

We got up, even though I grumped my way through it like a spoiled child. Luckily Mav was charmed by it and not annoyed. We ate a Greek meal that he had delivered and by time we were done the intercom was ringing again. I looked at my watch and saw that it was nearly nine pm and I desperately just wanted to be in bed with Maverick wrapped around me inch for inch, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t excited to pick out my engagement ring either. This was something I thought I’d been robbed of forever, knowing I’d never marry a man that wasn’t Maverick but now that it was here, happening in his living room, I was breathless.

I ran my hands down the front of my black dress and Maverick watched me closely. He’d since changed into a pair of blue jeans and a black t shirt, but he was still barefoot and sinfully delicious, and I wore my new designer dress like a coat of armor against my feeling of inadequacy.

“I love you.” He promised as the front door opened and an older Italian man in a fancy Armani suit walked in with two younger men who couldn’t be anyone other than his sons, carrying large cases in their beefy arms. The older man rushed forward to Maverick and shook his hand in both of his and looked up at my man in awe. “Ruby, thank you for coming on such short notice.”

“Mr. Jones! What an honor to be given the opportunity to adorn your beautiful future wife with the most important diamonds of her life.” He gushed in a thick accent, and I instantly liked him. The man turned to me after Mav shook his hand and he took both of mine in his, kissing the backs of them affectionately in old Italian fashion. “My dear, I know I have just the set for you to wear with pride on the arm of such a man!”

I smiled at him warmly and he pulled back, ushering his sons forward and having them set the heavy cases on the kitchen island as Maverick pulled out a stool for me.

“Now we discussed briefly on the phone what you were looking for Mr. Jones, and I’m sure I brought a few different selections that will fit your requirements.” Ruby said.

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