“Yes.”
He does it again, teasing my ass again, and my entire body tightens. No one has ever dared… I’ve never given them the privilege.
“I’m going to fuck you here, Liv. Not tonight, but I’m going to own every one of your holes.”
“Why not tonight?”
He chuckles. “I don’t have any lube. I don’t want it to hurt.”
I groan in frustration, and he relieves me by stroking my clit. “How do you want to cum this time, baby girl?”
“On your face.”
“Good answer.” He sucks my clit between his lips, and my hips buck against him. “Fuck my face, Olive.”
I sigh in sweet relief as I grind against his tongue, and he laps at my clit happily, gripping my thighs and pulling me closer.
When he nibbles on me, lightning zaps my muscles, and my whole body clenches as he starts working me left to right.
He flattens his tongue, applying more pressure as heforcefully moves my hips with his hands, demanding me to fuck his face.
That’s all it takes to draw my orgasm out. My thighs clench his head, and my hips leave the mattress as I crest to the peak of my climax, finishing with his tongue buried deep inside my pussy.
The second the tension in my muscles fades, his attention turns to my inner thighs, where he kisses me tenderly until I’m clawing to get my next fix.
Without having him inside of me, I’m horrifyingly vacant.
Only one thing will cure me. “I need your cock inside of me, please.”
I’m so high on lust, his dick pushes inside of me before I even realize he’s changed positions. My back molds to his front as he moves behind me on the mattress, spooning me as he fucks me.
His arm hooks under my thigh, widening my hips to take more of his brutal thrusts, and my moans turn to whimpers. My head rocks back and forth on the mattress in near delusion. I can’t even keep my eyes open as he plays with my clit.
He’s using me like a fuck doll, and I’m incoherent, overwhelmed by pleasure. “Yes, you fuck me so good… Your cock fits perfect inside of me… Yes, Jensen… Fuck me…”
He bites my shoulder as I praise him, and the words keep flowing nonsensically from my mouth as his powerful body rocks mine, taking me like the feral beast I know him to be.
“You own me, baby… Yes… Fuck me harder… You’re such a good boy… Fuck, fuck, fuckkk–” Another orgasm tears through me, ripping a scream from my throat as he continues to fuck me harder, faster, applying bruising pressure to my clit.
Tears stream down my cheeks until his hips still, and I feel his cum flood my insides.
A sleepy smile stretches my lips.
I’m such a whore for Jensen Hayes.
* * *
My final swipe of mascara applies perfectly, fanning my lashes across my eyes exactly to my preference. The last thing I do is peel my lip tint off as I do every morning, leaving my lips a deep but subtle berry shade.
My attention shifts in the mirror, though, as Hayes walks into my bathroom, adjusting his tie. He never wears a tie. I must have really flipped his world upside down this weekend. That makes me smile to myself.
After we peeled ourselves out of bed on Sunday morning, he grabbed what he would need for a few days, and we came back to my cottage.
Every part of my hips and thighs aches, a delicious reminder of his affection, and I’m counting down the minutes until work is over today and I have him to myself again.
“You look handsome,” I admit softly to him in the mirror. He glances up, catching my heated gaze, and smiles.
“And you…” He shifts towards me, sliding his hand across my waist to pull me into his chest. “Look absolutely beautiful.” His lips brush my neck, and my whole body melts into him.
