Contract Marriage: The Replacement Groom

*Warning! R18 ahead.**

"Mmmmh..." She moaned. Her mind went haywire as her buckled-up yearning swept over her senses.

"You smell fruity, it makes me want to..." he kissed her shoulder before gazing at her pretty face that was almost shedding red from the hotness she was feeling.

"Jeslyn, look at me," he commanded and slowly pinned her hands above her head.

Like she was hypnotized, Jeslyn did as told. Her iris held nothing but a pure desire for him and he saw it all. He knew she wanted him very badly, so he crawled his finger to her tummy and started to circle her belly button.

Seeing her shudder again, Maverick frowned slightly, almost going unnoticed. His memory flashed for a second.

Maverick’s lost woman was always shy in bed. When bedding her, It appeared like Maverick was the only one wanting s3x and that lady was almost like a log of wood from the start until she went wild after he had set her body on fire with lust.

However, Jeslyn is a totally different person. She is active and not shy, if anything, she’s a wild cat waiting for her opportunity. If her hands weren’t pinned above her head, she could have already known how many bones Maverick has in his body with her fingers.

Maverick became certain that Jeslyn wasn’t his woman, however, that didn’t stop him from continuing. He had two reasons for that. One was because Jeslyn was his legally married wife and she has the rights to his body.

Although in the contract, Maverick had written ’no intimacy’, still he couldn’t help but be drawn to Jeslyn.

Then secondly, his little brother goes harder and harder as he plays with Jeslyn, so he wanted to test the outcome. It might be that Jeslyn also won’t be able to make him cum. Maverick’s woman only made him cum once, and after that, she was never able to achieve that again.

Thinking of this, Maverick who hasn’t broken eye contact with Jeslyn ever since lowered his head to her face.

Jeslyn was expecting that kiss, she had long been anticipating him to kiss her, touch her melons, play with her dripping honeypot, but no, he didn’t.

Those naughty words he said to her wouldn’t be sexy if others said them, but with his deep voice filled with power, it sent thousands of unconcealed urges into her. Right now, Jeslyn thinks that if Maverick stopped teasing her and just pushes his huge lollipop into her honeypot, it wouldn’t hurt much from how wet and slimy she was down there, but not Maverick. He hasn’t had enough of his teasing. He hadn’t started his foreplay.

With his head lowered, Jeslyn closed her eyes in preparation for the obvious kiss, but after a few seconds, she didn’t feel his lips on hers. Just when she was about to open her eyes, something soft and wet brushed against the edge of her lower lip.

"Hmmmmh..." Jeslyn unwillingly moaned as passion coursed through her. She thought the kissing would start now but instead, he gave her a quick kiss, too quick it felt like a feather touch.

"F*ck," Jeslyn let out in frustration. She can’t use her hands as they were cuffed in his large palm above her head. She can’t feel his skin because he wasn’t laying on her.

Just when she thought what she was feeling was the height of it, Maverick whispered close to her ear, "Jeslyn...you have a great body. Hope down there is ready for me... No?..." He blew a warm breeze slowly into her ear after making Jeslyn feel like he would continue melting her with his words.

Jeslyn wanted to answer. The heck! She wanted to say something but nothing came out of her throat even after parting her lips. Only a low groan escaped her throat with what Maverick was doing to her body.

He kissed her neck, and nibbled on it, sending butterfly feelings into Jeslyn’s stomach, making her long lashes fall over her eyes a few times.

Maverick trailed his wet tongue from Jeslyn’s neck to her cleavage, kissed the line down to the space between her hard melons, and stopped to look at her.

He curled his lips as he saw her opening and closing her mouth like a goldfish. Her heart was almost about to jump out of her chest due to how fast it was beating.

"Look at me, Jeslyn," he said, waiting for her to look at him. Then he continued. "Don’t take your eyes off me."

Jeslyn nodded. The way he calls her name made her love the name even more. She never knew her name was this sexy.

She couldn’t find her voice as the only words she could hear herself utter were moans, so she closed her mouth instead.

Jeslyn focused her hazel eyes on him. She watched as he kissed her right melon softly, he trailed his tongue around it, close to the tit but he made sure to not touch it.

Jeslyn felt a tingling feeling travel to her brain and her lower part also started to sting. Her honey bean was rising and the outer and inner walls of her pot were full, waiting for his enormous brotherhood.

She hadn’t seen the size as he was still wearing his black trousers, but from the bulge, she could tell that it was big and couldn’t wait to see and touch it.

Jeslyn wanted him. She needed him to get inside her and f*ck the senses out of her. She wanted to scream his name like he had said, wanted to shove his head down there and let him lick her dry...

Jeslyn struggled to free her hands but couldn’t.

"Damn it!" She suddenly found her voice after using much strength in her throat, however, her voice was too low to sound angry.

Was she angry? Probably. She wanted to touch his body, play with his hard-on, push his head to take her peaches, and s*ck her like a baby would. She wanted to hold his hand and direct it to her dripping honeypot and beg him to have her, but her hands were caged.

"Gentle, bunny..." he said as those evil eyes stared at her, "or else I’ll punish you."

Punishment? Is there something else worse than this?

Seeing her looking at him with a glint in her eyes, Maverick smiled faintly, "you want to taste it?"

Jeslyn subconsciously swallowed. No! Give me the damn c*ck! She screamed in her mind.

"Call it... fetish. You’ll get it in the future." He lowered his eyes and grabbed her peach with his lips.

"Ah–mmmm," Jeslyn wiggled her hands out of his and grabbed his hair. It could be said that Maverick let her, to see what she wanted to do.

Feeling his soft, full, and dark hair, Jeslyn didn’t know which was sexier. His tongue on her melons or the feel of his hair.

When his other hand grabbed her other melon and squeezed it gently, Jeslyn tightened her hold on his hair. The tingling sensation was too much for her to handle.

"P–please..." she begged.

"Please, what? Say it... Jeslyn."

"Please, f*ck me..." she said almost in a whisper.