My walls squeezed around his cock, milking him, as I came hard, my soft cry of pleasure tumbling from my lips.
I gasped, jutting my hips up to get more from him.
“Mm, that’s my girl,” he rumbled against my lips. “Always hungry for more.”
Knowing he was supposed to be taking it easier, I shifted us so he was on his back.
He smiled up at me, his eyes filled with adoration as I sat back onto his dick.
“Oh, you’re my angel, aren’t you?” he called out softly as I rode him. “Sent here just for me.”
I smiled at that before leaning in to kiss him deeply. He groaned against my lips as I continued to ride him slowly.
I let my lips skim along his jaw before I got to his ear, wanting to give him a dose of his own medicine.
“Can you come for me, Ollie? Will you fill my pussy for me? I want to know how good I make you feel.”
“Fuck,” he groaned as I rode him faster. “Fuck.”
Watching him come undone beneath me made my breath catch. He was simply breathtaking.
I came with him, my eyes locked on his handsome face as he closed his eyes, his lips parted as he moaned my name.
I leaned in and brushed my lips against his.
“Good boy,” I whispered before riding him again.
And him?
He came for me again, his eyes filled with wonder.
Truly, heaven.
Chapter 28
Oliver
We traveled from place to place for a while, trying to find our perfect home. Each real estate listing left us wanting, though.
At first, it was fun. It was like our adventure kept going. Then it got tiring, always checking out homes that fell short.
We started to wonder if there was a perfect place for us. I’d like a place, but she wouldn’t, or she’d suggest an apartment, and I wouldn’t want it because I didn’t want people stomping over my head.
But then, after weeks of looking, we found our home just outside the city.
“Ollie, this is it,” she whispered, her blue eyes bright.
“Yeah?” I looked around at the old house.
One of Amelia’s dreams was to find a house to fix up ourselves, so when we stumbled upon a rundown beach house, I knew it was our new home before she did.
She nodded eagerly. “Can we?”
“Yeah, baby. We can.”
We bought the place the same day we toured it, and set to work remodeling it the moment we got the keys. The house was cheap since it required so much work.
It left us with plenty of money in the bank to keep us comfortable for a little while, but Amelia insisted on getting a job anyway. She took a position at a local bakery, and while she spent her hours baking away, I put my blue-collar hands to work, doing the remodel myself while planning my mechanic’s shop.
