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Maverick’s nostrils flared at the sight of her in her lacy black panties and black thigh highs. The black nursing bra wasn’t very sexy, but at least it matched.

“You are so fucking beautiful.”

When he looked at her like that, she felt beautiful, which emboldened her to drop to her knees in front of him and look up as she undid his belt and unfastened his pants button.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered as he touched her chin. “You don’t have to do that.”

Olivia froze. What kind of bullshit was that?

She looked him in the eye as she pulled his zipper down. “I enjoy sucking your cock.”

That was true—it was a power rush to have him vulnerable and at her mercy.

Tugging his boxer briefs to his knees, his cock bounced as it sprang free. She quickly wrapped her hand around the shaft and drew his length between her lips.

She glanced up to find him with his head thrown back, eyes closed as he wove his fingers in her hair.

“And it enjoys when you suck it.”

Maverick let out a low hiss when Olivia took him as deep as she could. She slowly pulled his shaft from her lips, circled the head with her tongue, and drew him back between her lips.

Using her hand, she leisurely jerked him from the base, meeting her mouth in the middle as she moved her head up and down his length.

Gradually, her tempo increased until his grip on her hair tightened at the same time she tasted his precum.

“You need to slow down, darlin’. You’re going to make me come.”

That only spurred her to keep going.

“Olivia,” he warned again.

“I want you to come. I want to taste you.”

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned.

As if accepting his fate, he used her hair to move her mouth on his cock in the rhythm he wanted. His grunts grew louder and more feral, and she knew he was on the verge of coming. Knowing the vibrations would add to his sensations, she moaned around his shaft.

He bucked his hips as he growled, “Fuck yes!” Seconds later, she was rewarded with his cum flooding her mouth.

Milking his cock until he became too sensitive and begged her to stop, she felt like a warrior princess.

She got up to retrieve a towel from the bathroom and gently cleaned him off, then tossed it toward the hamper.

The towel hadn’t even hit the floor before he grabbed her by her ankles and pulled her toward him. Pushing her legs wide, he dragged his tongue along her folds as he murmured, “My turn.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Maverick

“Oh my god,” she panted. “How did you get so good at that?”

He chuckled as he wiped his mouth on the sheet, then crawled next to her, pulling her into his arms.

“My mom let me lick the mixer beaters whenever she made a cake. And cakes were our favorite dessert, so she made a lot of them.”

“Thank god for the Mitchell boys’ sugar cravings. Do you still like cake?”

“I do. But I prefer pussy for dessert.”

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