“Fucking right you do. You own me, Liv. Every inch of me is yours.” Possession swims in my veins at her words and I pull back, snapping my hips forward and watching as her eyes go dark, her mouth falling open in a silent scream. I’m rock hard, and she’s so turned on that her arousal coats my cock and drips down her thighs as she tightens her arms and legs around me and holds on for the ride.
I hammer into her, our eyes locked. The only sounds in the room are our panting breaths and our bodies slapping together, and the air snaps and crackles with electricity and our raw, unbridled need. We hurtle closer to the edge together, arms wrapped around each other and bodies pressed together. It’s primal and unhinged, and I think I would die if we stopped.
I’ve never felt anything like this.
“So good,” I pant out. “So fucking good for me, Liv, taking this cock like it was made for you.”
“Fuck,” Olivia says with a gasp. “More. Harder, Brian.”
“Anything,” I mutter, my thrusts picking up as I fuck her with abandon, her moans and cries spurring me on as pleasure gathers at the base of my spine. “Come for me, baby. Show me who you belong to.”
Tightening my hands on her ass, I bend my knees and roll my hips to hit the spot I know will send her careening over the edge. I thrust twice more and then, with her eyes still locked on mine, she comes undone.
“Oh fuck,” she moans, her body tightening, legs trembling around me as her orgasm rolls through her. Her hazy eyes, the way her mouth goes slack with pleasure, and her pussyfluttering around me as I hammer into her, working her through her orgasm, have pleasure coiling tightly inside me. When she crashes her lips to mine, her tongue invading my mouth in a kiss that’s hot, wet, and utterly filthy, pleasure unfurls so quickly it’s almost painful. My hips still and my legs shake as I groan into her mouth, my orgasm slamming into me as I unleash inside her.
And still, I don’t stop. Our hips thrust and roll as our pleasure crests, and we’re all messy kisses and pants and moans and gasps as our damp bodies slide together. I can’t get enough. I’ll never be able to get enough.
And when Olivia clenches her inner muscles around me, another wave of pleasure arrows through my limbs and I lose my fucking mind. Tearing my lips from hers, I drop to my knees, tossing one of her legs over my shoulders and sealing my mouth over her pussy, sucking my cum right out of her, the taste of our combined releases exploding on my tongue as I growl against her sensitive skin.
“Holy shit,” she screams as I devour her, tearing at my hair so fiercely my scalp stings, the pain making me feral for more. More of her. More of this. More of everything.
“That’s right,” I mumble against her. “Let me hear you. Let me hear what I do to you. How much you want this. Because I want you so badly, Liv. I can’t do anything but want you.”
My hands grip her ass, holding her tightly against my mouth as I seal my lips over her clit and suck hard. She goes off like a rocket, her release flooding my mouth, her hips rocking over me, riding my face as her throaty moans fill the room.
I just came two minutes ago, but I’m already wild with need again, my cock rock hard and throbbing as I lap at her slit, licking up the last of her cum before I stand, wrapping my hand around myself and stroking hard.
“On me,” Olivia rasps, circling her hand around mine so we stroke my cock together.
“What?” I ask, my brain shorting out at her words as licks of pleasure snake up my spine.
She reaches between my spread legs and rolls my balls in her hand, smiling wickedly when I groan. “You came in me. Now I want you to come on me.”
Olivia slams her lips to mine as our hands move. And it’s so much. Her tongue in my mouth and our hands on my cock and her fingers moving, seeking, stroking, pressing until stars burst behind my eyes. My second release barrels up my spine and I come on a grunt, ropes of cum painting our joined hands and her stomach. I lock my knees and slam my free hand to the window behind Oliva as I come for what feels like forever.
When the pleasure finally ebbs, I wrap arm around Olivia’s waist, taking us both to the floor and pulling her against my chest. Our hearts hammer, and we’re both panting, bodies damp with sweat and limbs still shaking.
“Holy shit,” I manage, dropping my head to hers.
She laughs, snuggling deeper into my hold, reaching around to tangle her fingers with mine. “No kidding. What the fuck even was that?”
Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, I let my eyes drop closed, enjoying the feel of her in my arms. In my space. In my life. “That was us, Liv.”
“I like us,” she murmurs, her voice a little sleepy.
“Me too, baby,” I whisper.
I love you.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
OLIVIA
“You made cookies?”
I actually have to press a hand to my chest where my heart is beating wildly out of control as I look at everything Brian is spreading out on the coffee table in front of me. After our little…interlude against the window, Brian carried me upstairs and into the shower, where he washed my hair again and every inch of my body while he whispered words I could barely hear over the pounding of the water. Things about how happy he is that I’m here. How much he likes having me in his space. In his home. In his shower. Then he dried me off and bundled me into the Christmas pajamas he bought for me, donning his matching ones and sitting me down on the couch with a blanket over my legs while he rummaged around the kitchen.
And now I’m watching as he sets two mugs of hot chocolate with marshmallows, a bowl of M&Ms, caramel popcorn, and a plate of cookies that look homemade on the table while wearing bright red pajamas with cartoon cookies all over them that match mine.
