“You don’t have to try with me. I’m obsessed with you.” He kisses where my smile has stretched my cheeks.
“Then you should know…” I push him until he rolls off of me. “I like being on top.”
I straddle his hips, admiring the way his cock falls impressively against his stomach. His hands land on my thighs, gripping me fiercely when my fingers circle the base of his girth and squeeze.
It’s heavy as I position it upward and shift my hips over him. “This is what I’ve dreamed about… Watching your face asI ride you.”
A choppy exhale is all he has time for before I impale myself completely on his rock-hard shaft. We both gasp in pleasure from it.
I start slow, grinding in his lap until it feels like I’m adjusted to this angle. I feel fuller, intoxicatingly so, as every inch stretches the walls of my pussy.
My hands support my weight on his chest as I roll my hips, taking exactly what I want from him, but when my ass bounces, and I start truly fucking him, his death grip on my hips only intensifies.
“Fuck, Olive,” he groans as I find my rhythm.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Hayes
“Your cock feels so good,” she whimpers, rising to the tip and dropping back down repeatedly until she’s out of breath.
I’ve never wanted to prolong anything more than this, but I don’t stand a chance. She’s going to work me dry.
I hold her hips steady, thrusting into her from below to give her a chance to breathe, but to give me a break from the fucking magic spell she has me under.
Her tits bounce as I pound into her, and she rakes her hands through her hair, taking every thrust.
“Touch your clit, baby. I want you cum, again,” I beg. She sticks two fingers in her mouth to her bottom knuckles, sucking them out slowly without tearing her eyes off mine.Fuck me.
My stomach clenches as my release builds, and she’s so fucking hot, I’m not going to be able to stop it.
Her fingers work her clit, and she throws her head to the side as she chases her second orgasm. My fingers are probably bruising her hips as I bounce her, but I know she doesn’t mind.
She likes the pain.
“Olive,” I breathe her name in warning, nearing the edge of no return.
“So close,” she utters, jerking as she nears hers, too.
I want to feel her everywhere, but even as our chests meet, I can’t get close enough. Her hips gyrate against me, and she gasps at the same time. I feel her walls choke down on my cock, and that’s all it takes for her orgasm to milk mine right out of me.
She moans as she accepts my cum, rocking lazily against me until I’m depleted. My cock twitches inside of her as our breaths return to normal.
“I was hoping to last a little longer.” I have to clear the frog from my throat. “But I didn’t know you were going to fuck me like that.”
She throws her head back and laughs, making me smile as her core clenches around me again.
“You know that I like to be good at everything.” She kisses me softly, and I take her with me as I fall back onto the mattress.
“You’re perfect. So damn, perfect.” I kiss her head as she settles against my chest.
“No, you and me, together. That’s perfect,” she whispers, tipping her head to look at me.
“I still think I’m dreaming.”
Her teeth dig into my chest. “Nope. Very real.” She smiles, kissing the spot.
“Careful, Olive. I might have to get another tattoo.” Her eyes crinkle with a smile, and I make a note to make that idea come true.
