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And again.
And again, until my pussy starts to convulse.
It’s too much. All of it. His cock. His control. His hand.
My orgasm pulses up my body, and with one more thrust, I spasm around his cock and scream his name.
“Ahhhhh . . . fuck.” He pumps a few more times, grumbles something unintelligible, then stills, his hands shaking my pelvis as his cock swells inside me, and he comes.
We moan together. Our orgasms matched right before we slowly tumble down from euphoria until we both collapse on top of the bed, the cock ring still vibrating.
“Jesus, Ollie,” he says as he reaches between us to turn off the cock ring and remove it. I feel him toss it to the side, and then he rolls and pulls me with him. I curl my leg around him and rest my head on his shoulder. He rubs his thumb over my side while I trail my finger up and down his chest. “Fuck,” he breathes out heavily. “That was . . . fuck . . .”
Probably the best way to describe it.
“You turn me on so much,” I say.
“Same, babe.” He kisses my head and takes a deep breath. “Give me a second, and I’ll be between your legs again, giving you what you deserve.”
I press a kiss to his chest.It’s not just the sex.I mean, the man can fuck like there’s no tomorrow. But not only that, he makes me feel cherished. As if there is nothing better to him than the enjoymentIexperience. That makes me feel...treasured. I love it. “You’re what I deserve.”
ChapterTwenty-Two
SILAS
I was with Sarah for over a decade, and never once did I feel what I feel about Ollie.
I think I loved Sarah. I’m not going to take that away from our history, but I don’t think I loved her the way I thought I did. Our love grew apart over time.
With Ollie, there’s this obsession. An obsession to make her happy, to make her feel fulfilled. An obsession to be near her, to hold her, to possess her.
An obsession to never let go of her, and knowing I have another away trip coming up, I actually feel sick that I have to leave her.
She curls closer into my side, warm, naked, needy.
She hasn’t let go of me all night, and I haven’t let go of her. She makes me feel desired, and Sarah never made me feel that way. I always felt like I was chasing her. Chasing her to give me attention or any piece of her. But now that I think about it, she was always looking for something else, someone else.We never would have lasted. And now I’m so fucking glad I found that out when I did.
Ollie shifts, and her hand draws down my stomach.
Hell . . .
She finds my morning erection and lightly runs her fingers over it.
“Morning,” I say, my pelvis shifting upward unintentionally.
“Mmm . . . morning,” she says right before she travels her mouth down my body, right to my cock.
“Baby,” I groan as I make room for her body.
She swirls her tongue around the tip, and I place my hands behind my head and watch her delicious mouth drive me fucking nuts.
We spend the next half hour using our mouths, hands, and bodies to bring each other pleasure to the point that we’re both sweating, tangled between each other, and completely spent.
“Ollie,” I say, out of breath. “Baby, you have to stop telling me to fill you up with my cum.”
“Why?” she asks with a laugh. “That’s what I want.”
“I know, but it makes me wild.”
