“I made a character for you.”
Her eyes widened. “Now, this I have to see.”
I set her on the couch in front of a large flat-screen television. On the walls, monitors flashed the latest stock market updates. Other news outlets announced my deal with the Department of Defense.
Some reporters called me out on the ethical and moral issues my software posed. A computer that could control the world with one click of a button was frightening to people who didn’t understand how it worked. They were terrified robots would eventually take over the world.
I plopped onto the couch beside Olivia and handed her a gaming controller. She looked up at the massive screen in front of us.
“In the tech world, is having a big TV another way for men to overcompensate?” Olivia giggled. “You know, like how men buy big trucks.”
I tapped a button on the remote, shaking my head, a smile in place. “Video games are best played on the largest screens money can buy. It’s about the experience, not the size.”
“So you’re saying size doesn’t matter?”
I hit a few more buttons and smirked. “Are we still talking about TVs?”
Olivia blushed ten shades of red.
“From what I remember, you were more than happy with my size.”
Her face reddened at my comment. I loved the instantaneous effect I had on her. But the deep shade of red quickly faded, and as she sat up straight, I saw the change in her demeanor.
Olivia tossed the controller onto the table and climbed onto my lap. Like in my dream, she straddled my thighs and ran her fingers through my hair. “Push me away, and I’ll never speak to you again.”
I grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth to mine. She breathed through her nose as our eyes met, chest rising and falling rapidly. Olivia was like an open book, the usual desire written on her face. Our feelings for each other were palpable from the day we met.
As our lips collided and our tongues tangled, she moaned into my mouth. This beautiful woman was everything I wanted. One day, I would make her my wife. But first, I had to tell her the truth, which would have to wait until… later. Or never.
“Drake,” she whimpered when I peppered her neck with kisses.
She rocked her hips into my growing erection, desperate to create some friction. Reaching between us, she unbuttoned my pants and slid down the zipper. Her tiny hand rubbed up and down my thick shaft.
“I stayed away because of Tate. And because I was mad at you for not fighting for us. But I’m done waiting.” She leaned forward, fisting me tighter, her nose brushing mine. “Fuck me. Please.”
I flipped her onto her back and slowly inched the pencil skirt up her thick thighs. She reflexively covered herself as I bared her to me.
I swatted her hand away. “Don’t hide from me. Let me see you.”
I kissed her inner thigh, and she shivered, more moans pouring out of her. With my mouth inches from her pussy, she tugged on my hair and moved my face closer.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said and rolled my tongue up her inner thigh, needing to know how every inch of her tasted. “So fucking perfect for me.”
I reached behind her to unzip her skirt, and she wiggled her hips to help me slide it down her legs. Then, I yanked on her panties until they tore away from her body.
Olivia gasped. “Drake, what are you doing?”
“Don’t worry, baby.” I rolled my tongue over her clit, and she whimpered. “I’ll replace them.”
Once more, I dove in for another taste and tried to savor this moment. After years of dreaming about her delicious body, she was finally mine again. Even my filthiest dreams didn’t do her justice.
She squealed when I thrust two fingers inside her. To get a better angle, I tossed her leg over my shoulder, ripping a scream from her lips. Obsessed with the faces she made and the sounds pouring out of her, I watched as Olivia’s eyes slammed shut.
She licked and then bit her bottom lip as I added another finger. When I sucked her clit into my mouth, she screamed. Clutching her thighs, I forced my tongue to go deeper and deeper until she writhed beneath me.
“Oh God,” she mumbled, throwing her arm over her eyes and panting with each flick of my tongue. “I’m so close, Drake. Fuck, that feels good.”
At the peak of her climax, her skin broke out in tiny bumps of pleasure. Her breathing intensified, and she clutched her chest. My name poured out of her mouth, over and over, and she screamed for me.
