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I stared at the growing crowd outside and smiled in satisfaction, grandma vex took Aurora outside so it was left with me and Maverick in the room

Maverick was eating and it turned me on so bad

Seeing Maverick lick the remains off his hands turned me on so bad I wished I was the one he ate with so much passion.

Fuck!

“Tell me, Maggie , what did I do, you've been staring for long?” His voice sounded way too calm for someone who just raised my heart rate.

I knew what I wanted but what if I sounded too greedy saying it?

What if I pushed him off with my newfound sexual appetite?

I looked at him his blue eyes staring into my soul, the remains still making his lips shine under the soft lighting.

“nothing,” I cooed.

He looked at me with a dark smile. “I’ve been hungry. Maybe it’s time to eat, then.”

He planted a kiss on my lips and I could taste what he ate I loved how good the food I made tasted. His hand cupped one of my breasts and smooched it with great care, unlike my damn ex-husband.

He broke the kiss, then took the other tit into his mouth and sucked like his life depended on it.

I let out a soft moan as the biting, sucking, and squeezing sent shivers through me. I could feel my body shake from the overload of pleasure.

Before I could catch my breath, Maverick knelt between my legs.

My heart raced as his strong hands grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to the edge of the couch. I felt exposed, wet, and excited as his warm breath brushed against my thigh.

I squirmed, desperate for his touch.

His lips kissed my inner thigh softly, teasing me, and I moaned softly, gripping the couch tightly. Then his tongue grazed my skin, sending a shock of pleasure through me.

His mouth found me, hot and eager, licking my pussy with a hungry groan that made me tremble.

His tongue moved slowly at first, tasting me, circling my clit until I was trembling. He sucked gently, then harder, making my body spark with pleasure.

I gasped, my hips moving against his face as he licked faster, then slower, savoring every moment.

My hands grabbed his hair, pulling him closer as he lifted my hips, pushing my legs higher perfect for his tongue to explore deeper.

Every lick sent waves of pleasure through me, my body arching, my legs shaking as the feeling grew stronger. His groans and the wet sounds of his mouth drove me wild, pushing me closer to the edge.

“Maverick,” I moaned his name, my body begging for release as he kept going, determined to make me lose control in a rush of pleasure.

He rose his head and looked at me. “Are you okay, little fire?”

I could barely answer between gasps as the pleasure still coursed through my veins.

He didn’t expect me to answer not after what he just did. I tried to summon words, but instead felt his finger slide inside me. What came out was a loud moan.

“Yes, I want to hear you. Don’t hold back,” he said as he dove in to continue eating me out only this time, rougher than the first.

I felt my climax gathering, the edge so sharp I thought it would rip me in half.

I had never been eaten before.

This feeling was something else.

“Yes!” I screamed.

“Yes, Maverick!”

My screams must have driven him to the edge because he didn’t stop he kept tongue-fucking my pussy while his fingers played with my clit.

“Oh my God,” I moaned as I tightened my legs around his head that didn’t stop him either.

My body tensed as my orgasm rushed through me, and he didn’t move until I had completely finished. Only then did he stand up, his face smug with satisfaction.

“Are you good?” he asked.

I was more than good.

I was in fucking heaven.

I had cum just from being eaten out for the first time in my life.

Mason had said it was a disgusting act, so he never cared about it. But Maverick God, Maverick was rewriting everything I thought I knew.

This was ecstasy. Raw and unapologetic.

Fuck Mason.

Screw that dirtbag.

Mason could rot for all I cared his neglect had no place here.

My eyes drifted to Maverick, catching the bulge straining against his pants.

A new hunger stirred in me.

“I can help with your issues,” I whispered.

He smirked, stepping closer. “Oh, you will, Maggie. I’ve got dreams of my own.”

He motioned for me to open his pants, and without hesitation, I did. His dick sprang free, slapping me on the face.

The beauty of his instrument stunned me.

Mason’s was a damn finger compared to this rod.

How did I let him fool me into thinking he had the best cock in the world, when it was nothing compared to the beauty in front of me?

“Taste it,” Maverick commanded.

I froze.

A blowjob?

I’d only tried that once years ago. And I was laughed at for not doing a good job.

“Taste it?” I echoed.

“Yes,” he commanded again, his voice firmer.

Oh my God.

How do I tell him I couldn’t give a good blowjob?

How do I satisfy his need?

“You don’t have to be scared, Pet,” he assured me.

“I um… I have no idea how to go about it,” I admitted softly.

He let out a soft scoff. “Don’t worry, I’ll guide you.”

I was still buzzing from his mouth on me, my body warm and shaky from the pleasure he’d drawn out of me.

Now, it was my turn and that thought sent a thrill through me, mixed with a flicker of nervousness.

I’d never done this with him before. But the way he looked at me hungry, confident, yet patient made me want to please him.

“Relax, Princess,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down my spine. His hand cupped my cheek, thumb brushing my lips gently, coaxing them apart. “Just take it slow. I’ll guide you.”

I nodded, my breath catching as I leaned closer, my hands resting on his thighs. His muscles tensed under my touch, and I could feel his heat, his strength.

My cheeks flushed, a mix of excitement and uncertainty swirling in my chest. I wanted to make him feel as good as he’d made me, but I wasn’t sure where to start.

“Start with your hand,” he said softly, his voice steady but laced with desire. He guided my fingers to wrap around him his skin hot and smooth under my grip.

His hand covered mine, showing me how to move slow and firm, up and down.

“Like that,” he groaned, his head tilting back slightly, eyes half-closed.

The sound of his pleasure made my pussy throb, a fresh wave of heat gathering between my legs.

I leaned in, my lips brushing the tip, hesitant. He tasted salty, warm, and the scent of him musky, masculine filled my senses.

His hand slid into my hair, not pushing, just resting there, encouraging me.

“Lick first,” he whispered, his voice husky. “Explore me.”

My tongue darted out, tracing the head slowly, feeling the smooth texture and the slight twitch under my touch.

His low moan urged me on, my nervousness melting into curiosity. I licked again, bolder this time, swirling my tongue around him, tasting more of him.

His fingers tightened in my hair, a gentle tug that sent a spark through me.

“Good girl,” he breathed and those words made my heart pound.

“Now take me in,” he said, guiding my head closer.

I parted my lips, letting him slide into my mouth slowly and carefully. He was warm and heavy on my tongue, filling me in a way that felt intimate and powerful.

I moved my lips down, taking him deeper, following the gentle pressure of his hand.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his voice rougher now. “Use your tongue, too.”

I did as he said, swirling my tongue along the underside as I moved, my lips tight around him. His breathing grew heavier, his hips shifting slightly, and I felt a rush of pride knowing I was doing this to him.

My hands gripped his thighs for balance, my nails digging in as I found a rhythm sliding up and down, my tongue teasing every inch I could reach.

His groans grew louder, his hand guiding me but never forcing, letting me find my pace.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he rasped, his voice thick with need.

His praise sent a jolt of heat through me, my own body responding, my clit pulsing even though he wasn’t touching me.

I moaned softly around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath. I could feel him tense, his control slipping, and it made me want to give him more.

His hand tightened in my hair, his hips bucking slightly, and I knew he was close. My heart pounded with excitement, my body humming with the power of making him unravel.

“Keep going, Maggie,” he growled, his voice raw. “Just like that.”

I did, my lips and tongue working together, guided by his sounds, his body, until I felt him pulse in my mouth, his breath hitching as he reached his release.