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man has a good hundred pounds of muscle on me. How the hell am I going to make him?
    "This cutesy act of yours isn’t going to work on me. Now you can either sit on my fucking face so I can eat your cunt, or you can leave. The choice is yours."
    That choice is easy. I'll sit on his face.
    I move my body over his, straddling his hips so that I can grind my naked pussy across his covered cock. I moan at the feeling the friction is giving me. He feels so good, and I want him inside me, again. This time I want him to fuck me and not stop.
    I feel him harden underneath me and it feels even better. I know if I continue this I'll come within a few minutes of dry humping.
    Maverick’s hands reach down and grab my hips, taking control of my movements. He moves me harder against him, rubbing and grinding us together, and I feel the build up of my orgasm approaching.
    It's going to be good. It's going to be so good.
    Right before I'm about to reach that heavenly place, his hands tighten on me and pull me upwards. My hips are near his mouth as he demands that I straddle his face.
    I do as I'm told and that's when I'm rewarded with his tongue. He parts my lips, sliding his tongue up and down my slit. It feels so good, but it's not enough. My clit is throbbing from almost coming, and then being left unfulfilled. If I were a man, I'd have a serious case of blue balls.
    Maverick continues to lick up and down my slit, stopping just before he reaches my throbbing bundle of nerves. I'm now moaning in frustration instead of ecstasy.
    He wanted me to take it, so I'm going to take it.
    I start to move, thrusting and grinding my pussy against his face until his tongue is forced to lick my clit.
    "Oh, yes..." it feels so good and I refuse to let him stop. I continue, pushing down gently to increase the pressure. Out of nowhere I come. Increasing the pressure was all I needed to push myself over the edge.
    "Maverick.... Fuck, Maverick."
    He stills my hips and takes over, even as my orgasm has finished. His tongue thrusts back and forth against my sensitive clit. I want him to stop. It's almost painful. I need to recover. I'm not ready to come again.
    He doesn't stop. Maverick is relentless with his tongue, and I've been so worked over that I can't even speak to ask him to stop. My brain is mush and the words won't move past my lips. Although my clit is overly sensitive, it only takes a minute for that pain to turn into pleasure. I can feel myself stirring back to life. I can feel my core preparing itself for another orgasm.
    I start to move my hips in rhythm with his tongue. Maverick moves one of his hands over my ass, grazing a fingertip down my ass crack until he reaches my pussy.
    "Fuck..." I sigh, as Maverick inserts two fingers into my core. He starts to rub against my g-spot. He knew exactly where it was, which is impressive because when I first started to discover my body, it took a year for my hand to finally discover that magical area. Once it did, I knew I was in trouble.
    Maverick's thumb is sliding against my ass crack with each thrust, teasing my back entrance. It's turning me on even more and I place my hands on the headboard of his bed, needing something to steady me.
    Oh my God. My body can't handle this. I won't be able to survive this orgasm. My legs start to quiver and my head falls back as I try to hold off, scared of the intensity it might bring.
    Maverick's thumb moves and he inserts it into my puckered hole, bringing an entirely new sensation to my overly sensitized body, and I'm done for. I feel the familiar warming sensation in my pelvis and I'm pushed over the edge, violently thrusting against Maverick's tongue. I don't scream out this time, I can't. My body is incapable of doing anything but riding this orgasm out.
    I've never come like that before. I've never been scared of my own orgasm before. I ride out the rest of my release, slowing down as Maverick licks and thrusts his tongue into my pussy.
    "You taste so fucking