Celton small and frail body hung from the window of the carriage as she unwinded all her anger and sadness in herself. "Those are some big words coming from a little lady's mouth." He stood looking down at her with a penetrating gaze. " Oh and before I pull you out of the window just know my name is not motherf*cker or b*stard it's Maverick Hilton."
He held out his arming pulling her up at the hem of her dress. Her body hoisted up into the air as she was pulled in from the window. " Maverick is it?" she looked him up and as if to asses him.
"If it isn't me then who is it?"Maverick answered her question with a question only to receive a stare from celton.
" So where are we going Mr Maverick?" She questioned him once again waiting for an answer. Maverick turned his face to the window for a cursory moment before he turned back to her. He looked her from head to toe and stared at her chest then her face and back to the window.
However, his brief stares where all caught as she kept keen eyes on him chasing his every stare. She looked down at herself to see her black matuna ripped leaving an open view of her lingerie and her breast. Her jewelry had stains of blood and dust.
Her face turned red after seeing her state.
(Celton's Mind
He held me in the arms did he see everything before I woke up.)
Celton stood from her seat her eyes looking down at her shoes her face beet red. She then looked up at Maverick and towered over him lifting her hand and thwacked Maverick across the face with the back of her hand.
Maverick sat still for a moment in shock what had happened and stared at her his eyes showered the carriage with instability. He stood up from his seat and grabbed her neck and through her onto the box seat.
" I get that your angry I saw your breast but atleast know that someone like me actually wants you ." He stood tall and peered down on her like she was no equal.
Celton looked at him with a rancores look in her. "You are disgusting little piece of shit that cannot keep his d*ck in his pants." She spat insult after insult looking Maverick dead in the eye.
"I know isn't that why I was looking at you?" He seem to be in a happy mode seeing her on the floor looking desperate. "You know I am starting to realise whenever you're under pressure you tend to throw out hurting insults."
He held his hands over his heart and fell forward as if he was injured. " I can't keep my d*ick in my pants." The happy smile was nowhere to be seen but a cheshire cat's grin. He leaned forward and grabbed her by her head and leaned forward.
His lips ate her out to the bone. Celton found it hard to breath as kept kissing her. Maverick dived down into her neck biting and sucking onto her. His hands swarmed her body groping her breasts and biting her neck. Every time he could he would kiss her.
Celton face turned red as she gave in to his touch.
--Celton's Pov--
His hand are rough on my skin as he touches me. His touch is melting me whenever he touches me I want more than just his little touches on me.
--Third Pov--
"Ahh..W-wait." Celton begged at him as he touched her. The touches started to lessen and the it stopped celton looked at him her eyes puthy, face red as she trembled on top of his lap. Maverick looked at her and smiled " I stopped touching you." he chuckled at her easy response towards him.