He couldn’t even call what he’d done to her as misjudgment because it was so far beyond. Whatever she’d been through in her life brought her here, to this same place as him. She needed the same escape.
Wanting the same raw fuck.
“Wish granted, baby,” he said as he snapped his hips forward and entered her in one fierce thrust. She tossed her head back and shouted her pleasure.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he ground out. The hot, tight clasp of her pussy made his eyes cross.
Olivia blew out a breath. “So big,” she whispered under her breath with praise he probably wasn’t meant to hear.
“Why, thank you, beautiful,” he said, sounding like someone had run his vocal cords through a woodchipper. “You holding on?”
Her hands moved to the edge of the counter. “Yes.”
“Then let’s ride.” He pulled out and slammed back in with just as much force as he had the first time. Before Olivia could finish crying out, he did it again. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips as he fucked her with furious thrusts. She pushed back against him, meeting every thrust and increasing the force. Fuck, he wished he’d had the foresight to rip that T-shirt off her. He’d fucking love to watch her tits bounce as he pounded into her.
“Scott,” she moaned. Her arms shook with the effort to keep up with him.
“That’s right, baby.” He grabbed her shoulder with one hand and her hip with the other, holding her in place to accept what he gave her. She whined and tried to move with him, but he had complete control.
“Please, Scott.”
He lost all sense of time and place as he dominated her body. She made the most incredible sounds every time his cock bottomed out inside her. Whimpers, shouts, mewls, sexual praying, and his favorite, his name falling from her lips repeatedly.
“Tell me how much you love this fat cock tearing you up?” he asked between pumps. Sweat ran down his back and poured off his forehead. Her back glistened and hair stuck to her neck. He leaned forward and licked a long line up her spine.
“Yes! God, Scott, yes, I love it! Keep fucking me. Don’t stop!”
He couldn’t talk anymore, too lost in the tightest, hottest pussy he’d ever been in. Olivia’s entire body undulated as she tried to work herself on his cock. He kept her as still as he could, giving him what he wanted and taking everything she had to offer. Their grunts and groans rang in his ears with their harsh breathing. They became two animals focused on nothing but discovering the ultimate pleasure in each other’s bodies.
“Harder, Scott,” she shouted just as he wondered if she could keep on taking him.
He growled and pistoned his hips even faster. Sweat flew off his body.
“Touch my clit!”
“Fuck, yes,” he said as he shoved his hand between her legs. He pinched her clit.
Olivia screamed, and her pussy strangled his cock with powerful contractions.
“God fucking yes,” he shouted as her orgasm sent him spiraling into outer space. Colors flashed before his eyes. His balls exploded in white-hot pleasure so intense his knees buckled, and he collapsed onto her back.
Beneath him, she breathed as though she’d run a race. Her pussy continued to flutter around him, and she twitched every few seconds. He glanced up, seeing that spot on her neck he’d vowed to mark. Summoning whatever strength he had left, he stretched up and latched onto her neck with his mouth. He sucked hard.
Olivia groaned but didn’t shy away from him. Instead, she tilted her head, giving him easier access. He sucked until she gasped, then licked over the spot. The woman purred beneath him. If his cock weren’t completely drained, he’d fuck her all over again.
He pressed a kiss to the hickey, then straightened off her back. She let out a little sigh of pleasure that twisted his insides with a strange warmth. Once upright, he gathered her into his arms, turned her, and kissed the hell out of her.
She melted against him as though they’d never had a cross word between them. When he finished ravaging her mouth, he stared down at her. She gazed up at him with sleepy eyes. “We probably need to talk at some point,” she said, but there wasn’t anything worrisome in her tone.
“Yeah.” He both craved and dreaded time to talk with her. There were so many things he had to say. So many things she might not be ready to hear. He’d faced the worst kind of enemy combatants without batting an eye for two decades, but the thought of revealing his secrets to Liv terrified him. “Why don’t you go clean up? I’ll get us some fresh coffee, then we can talk. Okay?” He stroked her damp hair away from her face before kissing her again. What would he even say? He owed her an enormous apology to start, but after that, he had no idea if he could voice his thoughts.