Chapter 237 - Floodgates of Questions (1/2)

Snu-snu again guys. You can skip after the ellipsis (...) if you like.

”Oh gosh. Right there, Max,” Olivia m.o.a.n.e.d. Her toes curled when Maxen entered her deeply from behind, burying himself in her slick with arousal walls.

With Maxen's every rough penetration, Olivia cried out his name and her t.h.i.g.hs shook as his hardened length plunged inside her.

Air knocked out of her lungs when the tip of his c.o.c.k hit a spot deep inside her with so much accuracy and precision.

Squeezing her waist, Maxen gritted his teeth as Olivia cried out his name in reverence, sending him tipping at the edge of spilling his seeds.

”Take it all,” he commanded, punishing Olivia with two deep strokes. She saw her swallow as she nodded her head.

Reaching out to her c.l.i.t, Maxen pressed two fingers on it and asked, ”Whose is this?”

”Yours, Max. Yours.”

A satisfied grin curved Maxen's lips and he rewarded Olivia with a circling rhythm on that very s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e spot.

Delicious. Excruciating. Pained p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

Bending his body over Olivia, he pushed deep inside her in long and deep strokes. Olivia cried out his name jumbled with a vowel of Ohs and Ahs.

Flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the cabin. Reaching the peak of ecstasy, Maxen and Olivia slumped in the couch as they fell from the edge of carnal d.e.s.i.r.e.

Just as Olivia was coming down from her high, Maxen's buttcheeks clenched upon emptying his seeds inside her.

A few seconds later, Maxen pulled out his shrinking manhood and arrogance painted his face upon seeing his load drip down the length of Olivia's t.h.i.g.h. On instinct, he scooped a few and pushed it back inside her hole where it belonged.

”Up you go,” Maxen said, grunting as he stood. He scooped a squealing Olivia off the couch and carried her bridal-style up in the loft.

...

It was when Olivia came across a novel titled Aerith's Playlist that she remembered Aerith and her playmate Hunter.

”Oh good Lord. Who's taking care of Hunter?” She gasped, her fingertips covered her lips swollen from Maxen's kisses. ”I totally forgot about him.”

Maxen tutted. ”Wyatt's watching over them. And I gave Connor a call about us taking a night for ourselves, so don't fret about it too much. We will be meeting the group tomorrow for brunch.”

”I don't think he'll leave his son under our care again next time.”

”Absolutely. But I believe he prefers Wyatt over us anyway.”

Olivia raised a single brow at Maxen's comment. The thought of someone trusting Wyatt vexed her. Actually, the name Wyatt irked her. She could never forget how the assh*le broke Emily's heart.

Suddenly, fingers smoothening her eyebrows snapped Olivia from her brewing. She tipped her head away from Maxen who was chuckling at the annoyance that was painted on her face.

”I know what you're thinking, but just so you know, the Angs and the Mas have a longstanding and personal relationship,” Maxen explained.