Page 10 of Wicked Little Secret

He tugged her bra under her boobs and pulled a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue before gently biting down. She let out a quick gasp, and he looked up at her with a smile with the pink nub between his teeth.

He sucked it gently, then released it, switching to her other breast and repeating.

Olivia wound her fingers in his short hair to hold him there as she savored his attention.

He released her nipple from between his lips, but kept a hold on her breasts when he stood up straight. She barely came to his shoulder, even in her heels.

“Is your pussy wet for me, pretty girl?”

She knew it was.

Arching her back to push her boobs farther into his hands, she challenged, “Why don’t you tell me?”

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Maverick

The corner of his mouth hitched. This sassy woman. He didn’t know what he wanted to do more—fuck her into submission or worship her body all night.

He’d start with worshipping and go from there.

Dropping to his knees, he hiked her skirt to her waist and looped her right leg over his shoulder while he pulled her black satin panties to the side to reveal a glistening wet pussy. His mouth watered as her delicious aroma overtook his senses.

Maverick ran one finger down her wet slit and back up to spread her juices to her clit, then slowly circled her pearl while watching her reaction as he pleasured her.

“It appears you’re soaked, darlin’.”

She gasped a quick breath before softly moaning her agreement.

Her scent was driving him wild—he needed to taste her or he was going to burst.

Maverick dove into her pussy like a starving man, lapping at her folds as he pumped one finger inside.

“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned as pulled the hood of her clit back and plunged back in to give the knot a proper tongue lashing.

“That feels so fucking good,” she countered with one hand on his shoulder.

It was his goal to make her come. He was dying to know how sweet her climax would taste, and it became his mission to find out.

Adding a second finger, he increased the pace of his ministrations, moving his tongue faster to match the tempo.

Olivia clutched the back of his head and shamelessly ground her cunt against his face as her moans grew louder.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Come on my face. Come all over it. Let me taste you, baby.”

Her body went tense, and she began to chant, “Oh god, oh god,” while gripping his head tighter with both hands until her little body started spasming, and she lurched forward.

He pinned her in place, not letting up.

“Take it,” he commanded, and soon she cried out again as the second climax tore through her.

This time she forcefully pushed his wet face away, not giving him a chance to wring a third from her.

“Oh. My. God,” she panted as she quivered against the door.

Maverick lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. There, he pulled back the covers and deposited her on the mattress.

“That,” she said with her hand on her stomach, “was the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.”

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