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His tongue darts out and runs along my slit. Even through the fabric of my underwear, it is just enough to drive me wild.
“Fuck,” Maverick hums, tilting his head back to look at me. Running my hand back over the top of his head, I pull him closer to me again, earning me another hum of approval. His tongue runs over my pussy and my legs feel as though they could give out at any second.
“You taste as sweet as I imagined, Rebel. Like heaven and hell and everything I shouldn’t want, but I do.” Running his palms up my thighs, he pulls my underwear to the side and moves my leg over his shoulder. The move positions him up close and personal with my clit and he wastes no time getting down to business.
His tongue darts out, running over my sensitive bud. My body seeks him out, wanting more as I grind against his face. His hands hold my hips, guiding my movements, and it isn’t long before I feel my release racing through me.
Holding his head against my pussy, muffling his moans, I start chanting over and over not to stop. I’m teetering on the edge of my release when his mouth clamps around my clit, sucking. My leg threatens to give out when Maverick’s strong arm holds me up as the aftershocks race through my body.
When he’s confident I can stand on my own, he moves my leg over so I’m standing in front of him. Rolling my head forward, I look down at him and find him with a smug grin on his face. The evidence of my arousal is left on his mouth as his tongue darts out and licks his lips.
I don’t even care at this point as I lean forward and kiss him deeply, my fingernails dragging against the skin at the base of his neck. The guttural moan he unleashes fills me with a deep satisfaction.
“Now it’s my turn, Rebel. That sweet as fuck mouth has brought me to my knees before. It’s time I feel it around my cock.”
