Best Friend's Ex Box Set

I turned my head, watching his muscles tense and relax and his body shimmer in the light of the fire. Immediately, I was turned on, and I bit my lip as he moved down my calves, stopping and rubbing the tips of his fingers all the way up to my shoulders. Goosebumps covered my body, and I breathed deeply, turning over on my back and looking up at Ollie with lust.

I reached up silently and ran my hand over his cock, already rock solid in his pants. His hands glistened with oil as he reached down and grabbed my tits, massaging them heavily. My eyes glistened and called for him, and he leaned forward, kissing me passionately. Instantly, lust erupted between us, and I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling me into him. He slipped between my legs, and my body lurched, rubbing my wet mound against his cock, still straining to be released from his pants. I could feel the need in him, his hands running down my naked body, the excitement of my freedom and comfort surging through my chest.

My body was relaxed, but my lust was not, and instantly, I wanted to feel his cock against me, slipping through my juices and filling me up inside. I reached down between us and unbuttoned his pants, slowly pulling down the zipper and pulling down on his jeans. He reached up and tugged on them, pulling them down to his knees and then using his feet to get them the rest of the way off. He slowly laid down into me, his boxers not restraining his cock like his pants did. His large, stout shaft moved up and down over my pussy, his hips moving in time with the rhythm of the flames next to us. I moaned, feeling the softness of the fabric caressing my clit and pushing the heat in my stomach further toward eruption. He slipped his hand between my legs and cupped my mound, squeezing and releasing with care.

“I want you,” I whispered into his ear, feeling the goosebumps rise on his neck.

He leaned his face down and pressed his mouth against mine, kissing me feverishly as he massaged my pussy. I moaned into his mouth loudly, pushing the vibrations of my screams into his chest. He growled as I reached over and dipped my hand beneath the waistline of his boxers, gripping onto his warm, pulsing shaft. My hand slid slowly up and down, his cock twitching in reaction to my movements. As my hand moved faster, so did his, spreading my folds apart and rubbing his hand against my clit with a strong sensual motion. My body reacted, thrusting my hips upward, wanting more and more from him. He opened his eyes and looked deeply into mine as I writhed beneath him, twisting my hips feverishly until, suddenly, he stopped.

“I want to taste you first,” he whispered.

He looked at me with dark eyes and began to move down my body, wiping his hands on the towel before pushing my legs apart and slinking down into my deep recesses. He threw his head forward, opening his mouth and burying his face in my pussy, his tongue moving wildly over my lips. I moaned out, lifting my body from the floor and feeling his hand press down on my stomach, stopping me from bucking out of his reach. Though now empty, my hand was still clenched tightly, the memory of his dick in between my fingers fresh on my mind. I took in a deep breath, attempting to calm and control the orgasm that was fighting to get out. His soft tongue felt so good lapping up my juices, and I wasn’t ready to give in to release just yet.

I lifted my body up on my elbows and ran my hand through his hair, watching the edge of his glistening tongue run over my clit. He turned slightly on his side, keeping his mouth firmly placed in my juices, and pulled his boxers down his thighs, reaching up and grabbing his shaft. He ran his tightly closed fist up and down his length, groaning into my pussy. Watching him touch himself was extremely erotic, and I couldn’t take my eyes off his pumping grasp. As he moved his hand faster, his tongue followed suit, and before long, he was so lustful that he had released his shaft and was feverishly kissing my pulsing and wet mound. I screamed out, laying back down and closing my eyes tightly, feeling his hand moving up my thigh and swirling around. Gently, he pushed two of his fingers inside of me, focusing his mouth on my clit.

My body jolted, his fingers filling me over and over again, twisting and turning as he pulled and pushed inside of me. He moved faster with each passing moment, like he was desperately trying to make me cum. I grabbed ahold of his hair and lifted my hips from the floor, grinding myself against his face.

“Deeper,” I screamed out. “God, deeper.”

I could feel a smile curl on his lips as he shifted, positioning his arm in front of me. He began to fuck me hard with his fingers, ramming them into me as his tongue flicked against my hard bullet. I had never been brought to orgasm from the feeling of someone’s fingers before, but as I laid there, twisting in the firelight, I could feel my passion meeting the cinder’s hot temperatures. He lifted his face and gave me a determined look, sitting up slightly and pressing down on my stomach as he gave it to me as hard as he could, pulling his hand in and out, his fingers rubbing the inside of me. He moved his hand down and laid his thumb over my clit and pressed down, rubbing it in circles.

“Yes,” I screamed out as my head flew backward and my chest arched into the air.

Streams of pleasure burst from my stomach, flowing through every part of my body. I grabbed onto the blanket next to me and held my breath, my body convulsing in ecstasy. As I let out the air in my lungs, he slowed his movements, my juices dripping from his hand. He crawled forward, towering over top of me and gliding his cock through my juices. I gasped, feeling the sheer mass of his cock push deep inside, touching as deep as he could thrust his hips. He groaned loudly, feeling me wrapped around him. My legs fell to the side, and his body twitched at the ecstasy of it all.

Immediately, he began to thrust his hips into me, groaning as he felt his shaft sliding in and out of my wet pussy. I moaned in a low tone, letting him know just how good it felt. I reached up and grabbed my tits, massaging them with my palms and rubbing my thumb over my hard nipples. I felt completely comfortable, open to doing and saying anything that I was compelled to. He pushed in and out at a feverish pace, groans escaping his chest each time he pushed back inside of me. I leaned up on my elbows and looked him in the eyes, my body shaking back and forth as he rocked my core with his cock. He lifted his head, pressing his mouth against mine, too affected by the pleasure to do anything more than keep contact.

Ollie sat up on his knees and back onto his heels, reaching down and scooping me up into his lap. I pushed him deep inside of me and put my feet down on each side of him, leaning my body backward and placing my palms on the floor. He reached around me and grabbed my ass, thrusting his hips forward as he pulled me into him. I ground my hips in a wave motion each time I touched against his skin, creating a deep-seated tingling in my abdomen. His movements got faster and rougher with each thrust until I was so far gone that I could no longer hold back.

I gripped down on the comforter beneath my fingers and pushed my body forward into him, letting my head fall back and screaming out. My body began to shake and twitch in his hands. He growled loudly now, pushing and pulling on my body with short bursts before pulling me in and holding me down. My body was erupting in orgasm as his cock pulsed, blowing his hot seed inside of me. He moaned loudly with his eyes closed as we traveled through our orgasms simultaneously. My body stayed stiff for several moments before each of my muscles began to relax. His followed suit, and slowly, he released my body, laying me gently down on the covers and catching his breath.

I opened my eyes and looked up at him, my breath out of control and my heart beating wildly. That had been the most mind-blowing sex I had ever had.

Chapter 25

Ollie

I laid down next to Elana, my body shaking from the stress and passion that just emanated from it. She pulled the blanket over us and turned toward me as I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in close. Not only had I gotten to feel her like I wanted, but there was an inexplicable connection that seemed to take hold almost immediately. I brushed the hair from her face and smiled, leaning in and kissing each one of her eyelids. She smiled at me and laid her hands gently against my chest.

“I should tell you,” I said, realizing that the passion had overcome me. “I wasn’t wearing a condom.”

“I know,” she said with a smile. “I take birth control. I have since I was a young girl for medical reasons, but it seems to be a handy thing these days.”

“That was incredible,” I said, smiling at her. “You are incredible.”

“And you are one hell of a servant.” She giggled. “I think it’s time I gave you a raise.”

“I do it for my country,” I said with an English accent.

“I’m not the queen.”

“You’re my queen,” I said, making her blush and look down.

I lifted her chin and kissed her lips softly, turning on my back and pulling her onto my chest. She laid her head down and breathed softly, the only sounds being the beating of my heart and the crackling fire beside us. We laid there for quite a while, and I looked down as she yawned, her face starting to sink into a sleeping state. Carefully, I moved her to the side and stood up, pulling my boxers up and smiling down at her curled up in the blanket. I bent down and scooped her into my arms, the blanket wrapped around her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and snuggled in close to me as I walked her back to the bedroom. Gently, I laid her down, pulling the covers up over her. I climbed into the bed next to her and kissed her on the forehead, pulling her close to me.

Elana opened her eyes and stretched, looking around my bedroom and smiling. She turned over on her back and stared up at the ceiling fan that I realized at that moment really needed a good dusting. She sighed and turned back to me.

“You really need to get some decorating done in here.” She smiled. “No wonder you don’t feel at hom