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Maverick tore my shorts off and ran hard fingers down my belly, tightening his other hand on the back of my neck as he curled big fingers into my wet heat.

"Mine," he hissed in my ear. "Always mine."

"We'll see about that," I said, but I tipped my hips up greedily and moaned as he yanked his cock out and sunk it deep inside me.

Then I was tearing at his shirt, pulling it off his sticky back, pulling his hair, having to admit I wanted him closer.

"I love you," Maverick said, and I felt every ridge of his big cock as it stroked inside my slick and needy pussy. "I can't live without you."

He took me hard and fast, our hands and tongues tangling and my lips feeling sore and swollen with how deeply he kissed me, how he ravished me, filled me with instant flaming need.

"Come for me, Tallulah," Maverick ordered, one hand tangling tighter in my hair, the other on the small of my back, pressing me tighter, closer, until our flesh was slick and heated together.

There had never been any question when it came to his power over my body.

His hips rolled with that intoxicating irresistible power, his hand on my back making sure I was tipped up in exactly the position he knew would put pressure on my clit.

And I knew there was no way around it. I would never be satisfied with anyone but my husband.

I came undone under him, the pleasure bursting in shards of exquisite sensation, my pussy tightening around him as he bent down, not gently at all, to bite my neck and make my eyes roll back in my head.

Then he fucked me through my orgasm until my toes curled and my hands dug into his skin as he pumped his release into me, his cock so big I could feel each twitch of his hot cum.

I lay on the couch, having to come back to reality slowly, my eyes blinking open as my husband stroked my hair and ran his tongue down the deep curves of my cleavage, eagerly licking up each heated drop.

“I love you. . .I love you,” he whispered over and over.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Well, who the fuck is that?" Maverick growled. "I want to take you again."

"Maybe something happened with the kids," I gasped, stumbling to my feet.

He caught me before I fell, his strong arm around my waist as he whispered in my ear, "I'm going to take you just like that again. And over and over again. . ."

Before we could make it to the door, it burst open.

"Hello, darling," my mother said, brushing past us. "Now what's all this I hear about you driving away my darling son-in-law Maverick?"

CHAPTER 14

Tallulah

"Darling!" she said, addressing Maverick, of course.

"Can you make us some tea?" I interrupted before she had a chance to slobber all over him.

The new Lady Winterborne was a beautiful woman in her early 50s, with the same long auburn hair and creamy skin as I had, and she had been a fairly well-known chef before her retirement, cooking exclusively for wealthy and established clients, and she did not think anything I did was worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as her own work.

WhileIwas the embarrassing child who cooked for mere commoners on her Tiktok channel (she thought no one below the rank of Duke of Buckingham was worth mentioning), Maverick had always been the absolute apple of her eye.

My husband disappeared into the kitchen to make the tea, and I eyed my mother and her new husband, the much-older Lord Winterborne. He had a face like a fish, with sparse gray hairs, and a perpetually disgusted sneer on his lips.

"Tallulah, darling, it's been a while since I've seen you. And I see you've gained a little weight," she added, flashing gleaming too-big veneers at me. "You're a little too old to pull off the chubby look, aren't you?"

"What are you doing here?" I asked bluntly. "Did Satan finally turn you out of hell?"

"Well, I never!" Lord Winterborne sputtered. "Shouldn't you be asking us to sit down?"

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