Page 49 of The Cleaner

She gasps, her body arching as I fill her completely. For a moment, we're both still, savouring the feeling of our bodies joined. Then I begin to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm that has her moaning with every thrust.

"Fuck, you feel so good," I growl, my hands gripping her hips tightly. "So tight, so wet for me."

Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me in deeper. "Maverick," she whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulders. "More, please. Harder."

I can't deny her. I pick up the pace, my hips slamming into hers with increasing force. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the kitchen, mingling with our moans and gasps. Ican feel her walls starting to flutter around me, signalling her approaching orgasm.

"That's it, baby," I growl, feeling her walls start to flutter around me. "Come for me again. I want to feel you come on my cock."

Her eyes lock with mine, dark with desire. "So close," she pants, her hips meeting my thrusts. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

I slide a hand between us, my thumb finding her clit. I rub tight circles, matching the rhythm of my thrusts. Her breath hitches, her back arching as she teeters on the edge.

"Let go," I command, my voice rough and demanding. "Come for me, now."

She shatters. Her body goes taut, a cry tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashes over her. Her walls clamp down on me, and the sensation is overwhelming, pushing me closer to my own release. I groan, burying my face in her neck as I struggle to hold on, to prolong this moment.

"Fuck, baby," I pant against her skin. "You feel so good. So fucking perfect."

She whimpers, her body still trembling with aftershocks. Her hands roam my back, nails scraping lightly as she urges me on. "Come for me, handsome," she breathes in my ear. "I want to feel you."

With a growl, I increase my pace, my hips slamming into hers. The pressure builds, coiling tighter and tighter in my lower belly until I can't hold back any longer.

With a guttural moan, I bury myself deep inside her as my orgasm hits. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me as I empty myself inside her, my body shuddering with the intensity of it.

For a long moment, we stay like this, breathing heavily. Christ, she’s so much more than I could have ever expected.Once I’m able to gather myself, I lift my head from her shoulder. Her eyes are half open and filled with warmth. My cock’s still semi-hard, but I pull out of her, keeping my arms locked around her.

“That’s not why I invited you over,” she says huskily. “I just wanted to spend time with you.”

I can't help but chuckle, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "I know, babe. But can you blame me for not being able to keep my hands off you?"

She smiles, a light blush colouring her cheeks. "I suppose not," she murmurs, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest.

“What do you want for dinner, babe? I’ll order for us while you clean up.”

Her cheeks flush a deeper red. “Anything,” she says softly. “I’m not fussy.”

I press a kiss to her lips and help her off the counter. I watch my cum leak down her thighs and my cock stirs. Christ, she’s going to be the death of me. I know it.

“I’ll clean the kitchen too,” I tell her when I see the grimace on her face as she stares at the counter.

“Thank you,” she says, ducking her head and walking from the kitchen.

I watch her leave, wondering how the fuck I got so deep so quick, but realising that I don't fucking care. She's mine and that's all that matters.

My phone ringsand I reach for it on the coffee table, trying not to disturb Lisa, who's curled up at my side. We've had dinner and are currently watching The Green Mile, something that Lisasays is her favourite film and one I hadn't watched before. I've got to say, it's a good movie.

"Yeah?" I answer, keeping my voice low.

"Mav, you good?" I hear Cole ask.

"I'm sound. I take it you have some news for me?"

Lisa lifts off me and hits pause on the movie. I watch as she starts to clear away the plates and glasses as Cole speaks. "I've spoken with Dad. He didn't realise I’d been hired out for that job, but he didn't put the hit out. We're still unsure as to who it was."

I grit my teeth. "Are you sure Travis didn't give the job to someone else?"

"I swear, Mav. Dad had nothing to do with it. Whoever killed Leon did a damn good job covering their tracks. Things went haywire right after you left."

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