“Can’t take it?” he asks in challenge. His eyes are ravenous as he drinks in every inch of me under his bedroom’s romantic overhead lights. He’s presenting a challenge, yes, but he wants this every bit as much as I do.
“You’re well aware that I have and that I can,” I reply as I lower myself down with a deep breath.
“Shocked that a whore like you could have a pussy so tight,” he murmurs. “So goddamn tight.”
I move downwards again, preparing myself for the rest of him. He’s everywhere. I cry out as I seat myself fully on Davis’s cock, letting the whole of his length enter my body and fill me. It’s equal parts sting and satisfaction, but as I rotate my hips in a slight swivel, I can feel the pain slowly melting into pleasure.
“So good,” I murmur as I fumble for one of Davis’s hands and guide it up to my breast. He latches on without hesitation so that he’s palming my globe in his hand as I work him. “You feel so good inside me, Davis.”
“Not too big?”
“No, definitely too big,” I reply, laughing lightly as I attempt a small rise and a tentative descent on his length. “But I love it.”
His face breaks into a smile broader than I’ve grown accustomed to seeing over these past six weeks. That boyish, sweet charm makes a brief reappearance—a rare glimmer of a guy I met when I was nineteen. Davis raises his hips into my body, just once, spurring me on.
Incredible.
Then he hoists himself up onto his elbow so that he can watch the point of penetration between us. I can see his gaze fixated on the spot where he enters me. That gaze could melt glaciers. His grip tightens against my breast, thumb flat against my nipple as he teases the bud. “I knew you’d loosen up that tight pussy quickly. Only a whore could take a cock like this. You’re so good, Olivia. So damn good.”
“You like fucking your whore?” I ask, determined to carry out the plan I concocted over the last twelve days. My plan to keep my dignity. To not let his words ruin this. A plan concocted over twelve long days of being disregarded and ignored. “You like how this paid pussy makes you feel?”
We stop.
Surprised, Davis draws back. His eyes widen and his lips part marginally like he’s at a loss for words. Seconds pass, and I resume a leisurely roll atop his cock, allowing him to stretch me with each pass. I refuse to speak first.
Briefly, I wonder if I’ve gravely miscalculated this. Rather than regaining my pride, I may have just poked the bear. The flabbergasted expression he wears only adds to my uncertainty—to my growing sense of apprehension.
But then another smile breaks across Davis’s face—definitely not what I was expecting. He then lets out a small laugh. A laugh that I haven’t heard all summer. Using his elbow, he pushes himself the rest of the way up so that he’s seated beneath me, our noses nearly touching each other.
His hand on my breast rises up and weaves through my hair until it cradles the back of my head. He draws me closer and presses his forehead against mine. Adding to my shock, Davis slides his other hand between us until he can place his fingertips against my clit. “Keep going.”
I bring my hands up to his shoulders for leverage and raise myself up along his cock. When I lower myself down, I take a few inches this time—and holy hell is it magnificent.
“I meant keep talking,” he clarifies before he presses a kiss to my cheek. To my chin. To my neck. He’s kissing me all over now, growing more urgent by the second. “Say more, Olivia.”
“Ten thousand dollars of cock feels so good,” I groan, playing along as I grind down harder, easing his length as deep as I can. “It feels expensive, Davis.”
Now I’m the one caught off guard when he kisses me dotingly, like he’s proud of me. “Yeah it does,” he confirms as he rises his hips to meet my motions, creating an absolutely devastating point of contact when he fills me again. “Are you going to crave this cock from now on?”
“So much,” I groan. “I’m going to think about you fucking me like this every time I see you.”
“You’re the one fucking me, slut,” he counters as he applies another measured stroke to my sensitive clit. “My good little slut. So obedient. So good at her job.”
“I’d do anything you ask,” I remind him, goading him on as I begin to bounce in earnest. It’s not a lie. Right now, he feels so heavenly inside of me that I would do absolutely heinous things to have him. To be the only person who gets to have him.
I want him.
I push him away from me with a hard shove against his pectorals, and he allows himself to fall back onto the bed. As soon as he’s lying beneath me, I start to ride him hard. Shamelessly. Again and again, I move on his length, letting it press deeper into me with each stroke.
“Just like that,” he grits out as he palms at my swinging tits. “You’re going to let me fill that hole, aren’t you?”
“Do it,” I reply through heavy breaths as I bring my hand up to my own breast and grip it, showing off for him. “I want you to come in me. Every drop. I want you to fill up my cunt and I want you to leave it there, Davis.”
“Yeah? You want to be my cum dumpster, Olivia?”
Fuck, that’s disgusting and yet so damn hot. “Please. Give me it. All of it, Davis,” I manage to say, my voice quavering with each bounce on his length.
“My perfect fuckdoll. You deserve to be filled up with it. I’ll give you anything you want,” he agrees as he places his hand on my hip. He begins to push on me as I thrust downwards, and I realize that he’s using my body—making me go harder. Deeper.
I swear incoherently as the pleasure builds in me, traveling along the length of my limbs. Everything feels sensitive and alive as he thumbs my clit—still so carefully, but so possessive. He owns this clit. He owns this pussy. He owns this body.
I’m panting now, groaning unabashedly as I continue to bob atop him. The bed is slamming the wall behind the headboard. The mattress squeaks beneath us. We’re both so embarrassingly loud, but neither of us cares because this—this is fucking. This is exactly what we promised each other when we signed on the dotted line.
My fingernails dig into his chest as I inhale fully, feeling my orgasm begin to crest. “Yes, Davis,” I manage to grit out. “My pussy was made to be fucked by you. Filled by you.”
“I own you,” he replies roughly. “Say it. Say that you’re my good little skank, Olivia.”
I don’t get that far. My body feels like it slips out of my control as I come harder than I knew was possible. I’m crying out, groaning Davis’s name and thanking him as my orgasm consumes me. It’s bliss. It’s heat. It’s everything I’ve wanted since the moment I walked into his office and saw him sitting there like such an asshole, such a beautiful asshole.
Yanking him up, I press his face to my breast as I continue to ride the surges of climax. His lips adhere to my breast and suck in my nipple, and it practically pacifies him as he comes with a grumbling breath of pure satisfaction. I can feel his spend filling me, hot and foreign in my throbbing channel.
No man has ever come inside of me before. I want to tell him about the gravity of this moment, but I can’t. My body is borderline useless as I slump against him, clutching him like he’ll never let me hold him again. Our skin is misted with sweat and I’m shivering, but I refuse to let go of him.