Liar

I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I moved out from behind her, laying her back against the pillows. Quickly, I stripped out of the rest of my clothes and grabbed a condom before freeing her ankles.

She looked like a desperate virgin sacrifice. Her blonde hair spread out on the pillow, a blush staining her flesh from her chest to her cheeks. Her nipples red and rosy pinched between my clamps. I watched her face as I slid the plug from her ass. She didn’t fight me, just parted her lips on a gasp when it slipped free.

I held my breath and rolled on a condom. As much as I said I wouldn’t be nice, I wasn’t going to rut into her on the first shove. I wanted her to like it because if I continued fucking Olivia like I wanted to, I wanted her to beg me to be in her asshole as much as possible.

Pressing my cock to her tight hole, I eased in slowly, loving the look of wonder on her face—loving the way her lips formed a perfect O when I pressed all the way in. I only gave a few more gentle strokes to let her get used to me before I picked up the pace, desperate to watch her breasts bounce from my aggressive thrusts.

Her cries grew louder, and my balls pulled tight, desperate for release. As much as I was torturing her, I was torturing myself too, and I needed to come. I continued to fuck her, and pulled one of the clamps free, quickly replacing it with my lips. The rush of blood to her tip and my sucking mouth set her off, and she screamed as her ass squeezed me tighter than I’d ever been before. While she was still coming, I moved to release the other clamp, spurring on another spasming scream.

It was too much. All the blood rushed to my dick, and my head swam as I fell over the edge and came. I rutted against her like an animal, spilling every bit of cum into the condom, wishing it was her tight hole I was painting with my seed. I wanted to mark her inside and out. I wanted to make her mine more than anything.

When the flood of adrenaline slowly seeped from my body, I pressed my sweaty forehead to her damp chest and tried to catch my breath.

Fuck, that was the most intense sex I’d ever had. And that was saying something.

I kissed across her breasts and sucked her nipples, slowly easing out of her.

She didn’t say anything as she watched me remove the condom. Her gaze sleepy and sated, but still, a fire burned behind them. I knew if I wanted to fuck her again, right now, she’d let me.

I moved up the bed until my cock was by her mouth. “Clean me.”

Without hesitation or question, she rolled to her side and ran her tongue all over me, getting every spare drop of cum clinging to my softening cock. When there was nothing left, I pulled back and shifted us until we were beneath the covers. Pulling her into my arms, I brushed her hair back and kissed her everywhere I could reach.

“You did amazing. I’m so proud of you.”

“Please tell me we can do it again.”

“We’ll talk more in the morning, but I’m not done with you.”

She yawned and burrowed against my chest. “Good.”

“You did so well, Olivia. You’re such a good girl for me.”

A good girl, I didn’t plan on giving up.

14 Olivia

I took stock of my surroundings before opening my eyes, fully prepared to wake up alone with another note that thanked me for a good night.

Instead, warmth pressed against my back, and soft puffs of breath caressed my neck. A heavy arm draped over my waist, his hand cupping my breast possessively. Heat that had nothing to do with the man behind me bloomed in my core, remembering what those hands had done to me last night. I shifted my body and smiled at the twinge in my ass. God, that had been so intense. I didn’t think anything could surpass our first night together, but Kent took me places I hadn’t known existed.

A part of me wondered if I should feel shame at the dirty things we’d done.

But I didn’t. I felt everything opposite of shame. I felt pride at the pleasure my body gave. I felt happiness and excitement at the idea of doing it again. It’d been too long since this wave of euphoria—of looking forward to something—had washed over me. The last two years, I’d been checking boxes and moving through life bored.

I wanted to cling to this new feeling as long as I could.

Shifting out from under his arm, I tried not to wake Kent. Not yet, at least. I froze when there was a break in his breathing, but he just moved to his back, still asleep. Tugging down the sheet, I barely contained the moan at seeing his body. Kent may have been a thirty-eight-year-old man, but his body was delicious. I barely resisted dragging my tongue along each ridge in his abdomen, wanting him to wake buried in my mouth and not being teased by my kisses.