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She slumps against me, breathing heavily. I withdraw my hand, bringing my fingers to my lips and sucking them clean, savouring her taste. Her eyes widen as she watches me, pupils dilated with renewed arousal.

"Fuck," she breathes, pulling me in for a deep, hungry kiss. She can taste herself on my tongue, and it seems to ignite something within her. Her hands fumble with my belt, desperate to get me naked.

I chuckle against her lips, gently catching her wrists. "Easy there, babe," I murmur, nipping at her bottom lip. "We've got all night."

She whines, and it’s a needy sound that goes straight to my cock. "But I want you now." She pouts, her eyes dark with desire.

"Oh, you'll have me," I promise, my voice low and husky. "But first, I want to taste you properly."

Chapter

Twenty

MAVERICK

Before she can respond,I drop to my knees, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her shorts. I look up at her, silently asking permission. She nods eagerly, lifting her hips to help me slide them off.

"Fuck," I breathe, taking in the sight of her completely naked on the kitchen counter. "You're so fucking beautiful."

I start at her ankles, pressing soft kisses up her legs, savouring the taste of her skin. Her breath quickens as I get closer to where she needs me most. I can smell her arousal, and it drives me wild.

When I finally reach the apex of her thighs, I pause, looking up at her. Her eyes are hooded with desire, her chest heaving. "Please," she whimpers, her hips shifting restlessly.

I smirk, running my tongue along her inner thigh, so close but not quite where she wants me. "Please what, baby?" I tease, my breath hot against her sensitive flesh.

She groans in frustration, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Please, Maverick," she begs. "I need your mouth on me."

I can't resist her any longer. With a low growl, I dive in, my tongue parting her folds and licking from her entrance to herclit. She cries out, her hips bucking against my face. I hold her steady with my hands on her thighs, keeping her spread open for me.

"Fuck, you taste so good," I groan against her, before diving back in with renewed vigour. I alternate between broad strokes of my tongue and quick flicks against her clit, revelling in the way she writhes and moans above me.

Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling me closer as her thighs tremble around my head. "Oh God, Maverick," she pants. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

I have no intention of stopping. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot which makes her see stars, while my tongue focuses on her clit. The combination of sensations seems to overwhelm her, and I can feel her getting close again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chants, her hips rocking against my face. "I'm gonna come, Maverick. Oh God, I'm gonna?—"

Her words cut off in a strangled cry as her orgasm hits her hard. Her thighs clamp around my head, her body shaking as waves of pleasure wash over her. I don't let up, working her through it, prolonging her pleasure until she's gasping and pushing at my shoulders, oversensitive.

I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I look up at her. She's a vision—flushed and panting, her hair tousled, eyes glazed with pleasure. I can't help but grin, feeling a surge of pride at having reduced her to this state.

"You okay there, babe?" I tease, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh.

She lets out a breathless laugh, running her fingers through my hair. "More than okay," she murmurs, her voice still husky with desire. "Come here."

I stand, and she immediately pulls me in for a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue explores my mouth, tasting herselfon me. The kiss grows heated quickly, her hands roaming over my chest and down to my belt.

This time, I don't stop her. My own need is becoming unbearable, my cock straining against my jeans. She makes quick work of my belt and zipper, pushing my pants and boxers down in one swift motion.

I step out of them, kicking them aside as she wraps her hand around my length. I hiss at the contact, my hips jerking forward involuntarily.

"Fuck," I groan, resting my forehead against hers as she strokes me slowly. "Baby, you keep that up and this is going to be over real quick."

She smirks, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Maybe that's what I want," she purrs, her thumb swiping over the head of my cock, spreading the pre-cum gathered there.

I growl, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss as I bat her hand away. "Not a chance," I murmur against her mouth. "I'm not done with you yet."

I position myself against her entrance, and with one swift movement, I thrust deep into her, groaning long and hard as I do.

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