Olivia was disarmed by his candidness. She found it refreshing and somehow…titillating. She felt a tickling sensation in her vagina and found herself clenching her pussy.
Olivia sneered and replied, “I am not a child anymore. You’re not the only one who has seen my body.”
She would no longer allow him to have power over her. After all these years she felt equal to him.
“So, lil sister is now all-woman? I wonder how much have changed since I fucked you inside my car.” Hunter asked.
Olivia gasped at what he said. So he did remember after all. The bastard lied when he claimed the night of the engagement dinner that he didn’t know her.
Somehow this memory made her furious. All the years of angst he caused suddenly came tumbling back. She wanted her revenge. It was like bitter bile that regurgitate up her throat.
“Yes, lil sister has grown up and if you lose all your clothes I’ll show you just how much.” Olivia dared him.
Hunter’s face changed. The taunting look was suddenly gone. In its place blazed a reckless yearning that was decadent and wanton. It took her breath away. She was familiar with that look. It was enough to start a searing heat flowing between her crotch.
Olivia brushed past him, approached her bed, and sprawled down on it. She lifted her arms over her head bringing her boobs up and forward. They were like mounds of luscious pears waiting to be plucked. She caressed her nipples with her fingers until they responded with a pucker. She spread her legs wide to give him a preview of what she had to offer. Her reddish pink cunt glistened with moisture.
Her eyes followed Hunter’s every move as he stood in the middle of the room. His eyes narrowed at the sight of her resplendent body whispering promises yet to be discovered. He slowly removed the tie around his neck, grasped each button on his shirt, and opened them one by one. Then he proceeded to unzip his pants before discarding his shoes and socks. Then he stood naked before her allowing her eyes to savor every inch of him there was to see.
Olivia drunk in the hard planes of his face, the neck, the rock hard abs that tapered down to a narrow waist, with its triangle mass of pubes where his cock reared like a snake.
He approached her prone body as Olivia’s breath hitched in her throat. She felt the mattress sag beneath her as he hovered just above her on his knees and elbows.
“I keep remembering the color of your eyes. They’re more fascinating than even my wildest imagination.” Hunter whispered hoarsely, his nose barely inches from hers.
Olivia could hardly believe what she was hearing. This was a shocking revelation. Hunter thinking about her was beyond her expectations.
His lips teased her, kissing her briefly before drawing away again. He sucked and kissed the lines of her chin, licking her neck, his tongue strolling down its sides before coming to a stop on the side of her breasts. He pushed her arms upward and buried his nose in her armpit.
“You smell so good, Olivia.” He muttered inaudibly.
His hands started caressing her frenetically, traveling down her navel, and up again, before landing on one of her tits. He squeezed lightly and then roughly, her boobs fitting perfectly within the palm of his hands. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling, sending shivers of cold heat down her spine.
Olivia’s body arched with pleasure. Her other boob screamed for attention. Hunter’s mouth claimed it, sucking and flicking with his tongue, imitating the sweet torture his fingers inflicted on her other nipple.
Olivia lost track of time as Hunter pleasured her tits with his fingers and his tongue. She was barely aware as his voice filtered through her brain.
“Spread your legs wide. I want to taste your pussy.” Hunter commanded as he positioned himself between her legs.
Olivia felt him as he buried his nose against her pubic hair, teasing her, grazing her clit lightly with the tip of his tongue as she gasped in ecstasy. Her light moans turned into guttural wailing as he flattened his tongue against her clit and with precise movements, rubbed hard against her.
She felt pressure within the walls of her cunt and realized he was finger fucking her. The combination of his finger stroking the muscles in her cunt, and the relentless torture of his tongue on her clit almost drove her insane. Her back arched inches off the bed as she controlled the intense need to orgasm.
Not yet, she thought to herself. She wanted a taste of him too just as he was savoring her pussy.
She shoved him roughly away from her and pushed him down using her body to pin him unto the mattress. She shimmied her way down between his legs, noting the muscular hairy firmness of his thighs.
Olivia grabbed hold of his throbbing cock, remembering how she pleasured him once before. She caressed the velvet-soft head, noting the immediate response on his face. His pupils dilated in pleasure as air whistled out of his parted lips. She curled her fingers around the shaft, twisted his cock gently, before stroking them firmly with the palm of her hand. The knuckles of her fingers made firm contact with the contracted muscles of his balls. The wheezing sound emanating from his throat was all the approval she needed.
Olivia knew that it was her mouth that would eventually send him over the chasm of lust and desire.
“Look at me.” She ordered him.
With a knowing smile, she opened her mouth and licked the bulging head of his cock with the tip of her tongue. With deliberate slowness, she opened just a bit wider and sucked the head. Then slowly, bit by bit, she enclosed the entire length of his cock with her mouth until she felt the head touch the back of her throat.
“Gawd, Olivia!!!” Hunter groaned.
Olivia knew she had him totally under her power. The play of lust and desire was shining brazenly on his face.
She pulled back tightening her lips around his cock and when she reach the head, she bobbed in again increasing the friction around it. Hunter’s body stiffened, breathing hard, fully aroused watching Olivia’s mouth dip in and out repeatedly, relentlessly. She added to his sexual torture as she reached out a hand and massaged his balls with her palms before letting a stray finger enter his anus.
The guttural sounds emanating from Hunter’s throat was like music to her ears. She knew that if she did not relent, he would cum inside her mouth. But she had other plans for her own pleasure.
She released him momentarily and straddled him in sixty-nine position. Her cunt was inches away from his face. Her intentions were clear. Hunter grabbed her ass to keep her steady as she bent low over him again and took his cock back into her mouth.
Hunter used his tongue to part her pussy, her clit popping out like a ripe red cherry. He inched upward until the engorged clit was inside his mouth. His tongue brushed like a snake around it before he sucked, flicked and sucked alternately.
Olivia thought she would surely go insane. The pleasure was intense. Her vagina felt like it was being consumed by wildfire; sending waves of uncontrollable pleasure that shook her body and made her skin prickle.
She knew she couldn’t hold on much longer. When the sexual tension was too much to bear, she orgasmed in his mouth, knowing he too was almost at the edge.
Olivia thought that with her orgasm, the desire in her body would find satiation.
Sebastian started licking her pussy, his tongue hitting the sensitive spot. The ebbing conflagration stirred and caught fire once again as she found herself ascending to the apex of another orgasm.
Olivia realized that this was going to be short and sweet. She was glad when Hunter drew away from her and positioned himself between her wide-spread thighs. He grabbed hold of her ankle and placed it against his shoulder.
“I can penetrate you deeper this way,” He said
Olivia felt the rigid shaft as it entered her pussy. Hunter rammed himself deep inside her.
Oohhh, that feels soooo good,” Olivia moaned.
With each thrust, Hunter increased the intensity riding her like a mechanical bull. Olivia’s breathing came in short gasps as the mounting plea
sure engulfed her. The tension sprinted its way to the top and she knew she could take no more.
“I’m coming, Oohhh god, I’m coming…” she wailed as she flailed and bucked wildly against him.
Hunter grunted wildly, the cords prominently displayed against his neck. Then with a giant thrust, he surrendered himself to a powerful orgasm.
The warm cum squirted and flowed as Hunter’s body convulsed and quivered. His fingers clamped around her forearms until the last of his orgasm faded away. Then like a deflated air balloon, he fell limply on top of her, his breath hissing wildly into her ears.
Olivia kept absolutely still, her skin buzzing deliciously, a tingling sensation running from the tip of her toes all the way to her scalp. Even her ears felt warm and ringing joyously. A languorous feeling pervaded her entire being. Hunter thoroughly fucked her out of her mind and she enjoyed it immensely.
Hunter stirred slightly before positioning himself beside her on the bed.
“You’re a great fuck, lil sister.” He said with a smile on his face.
“Stop calling me that,” Olivia replied petulantly, “not after the way you sucked and wiped my pussy clean with your tongue. Besides we’re not related in any way.”
Hunter laughed at her remark. She had a clear grasp of what they were. He realized she was absolutely guileless had no inclinations about feeling guilty for this turn of event.
He liked that. In truth, since he went away, he realized belatedly that there was something about Olivia that he liked and couldn’t forget. He had been with countless women in the past and most of them have proven to be one-dimensional and shallow.
There was something special about this woman beside him- now looking like a Cheshire cat with a grin on her face-which he couldn’t quite fathom. But he intended to stay long enough to discover what it was. He could afford to just chill for now. All his hard work had paid off. His personal net worth was double that of his dad. And he hadn’t taken a vacation in a long, long time.
Yes, he could stay and discover more what made Olivia Phillips tick.
Olivia for her part knew that her time has come. She would no longer deny the carnal desires of her body. She had paid her dues and was entitled to everything the world had to offer her. And if Hunter Caldwell was a gift, well…she had no intentions of rejecting the reward. She would embrace everything he had to offer.
“You’re suddenly very quiet.” Olivia observed.
“I was thinking of ways to know you better. I’d like to do that if you don’t mind.” Hunter replied.
Olivia thrilled at the words. Free from the haze of lust, she saw his face clearly for the first time. Gone was the contemptuous disdain that used to envelop his eyes. In its place, admiration was apparent, tinged with desire, as he gazed at her face.
He had potential, Olivia thought forgetting that she once preferred to think of him as an asshole.
Did she really want him to change completely?
She remembered the disrespectful, derisive, and taunting Hunter Caldwell and there was something sexy about that.
A naughty idea entered her mind.
She smiled at him and said, “Well…you’ve met my cunt and sucked my clit. I was wondering if your cock would like to get to know my ass too.”
Hunter Caldwell was only too happy to oblige everything that Olivia Phillips desired.
THE END
Dearest Eliza.
Or should I say, Lady Gordon. How are you this season now that you have returned from London?
April is fast approaching and I have missed you and your mum terribly. The winter in Avondale was about as warm as the Earl, who continues to visit our home. I fear the eldest, Marguerite, is in the crosshairs of Frederick Samuel. He calls on dearest Marguerite daily, and in high fashion on Sundays. I dare to say there will be a coming out before the turn of summer.
I know you will be presented this spring. I can only imagine how quaint the coming out will attest when you engage society at St. James. Is it true Lady Gentry will be in attendance? After the brazen annulment of her marriage, I imagine she will be the eye of every denizen from here to France.
How is your brother Casper? I am told through the grist he is now 29. Will you see him before he enters to serve in the militia? Take comfort knowing your sibling has his advantage by far than we low and poorly females.
Would that I marry a royal or heir-apparent. We know I eschew any noble who deigns approach as if I were some livestock he could panhandle, or wave a title, with a promise of marriage—perish the notion.
Which is why also I am writing. It is sobering to think I will be on the chopping block next spring. My mamá has begun to accept solicitors already on my behalf. Elizabeth I worry I will be promised to some horrific troglodyte, or worse, a man with a fiendish taste in breeches and peerage to rival all of England. Then I will have to perform wifely duties. The thought sends palpitations through every part of me.
I am not ready for marriage, Eliza. I am 17.
You know my fear of relations.
Thank you for calling on me so I may divine how you grace a room with your effortless gait, beautiful red hair and charm. I am only plain, with blond tresses, and a waist so small you could thread a needle with it. I am traveling with Clarissa Mooch, since mamá is occupied presently and designing our Pemboroughley house. We prepare to receive the untoward Fredrick Samuel and another whose name I dare risk to say. Yes, I am told Spencer McCallum Hennessey is calling upon the second eldest, Minerva this very day.
How is it our family can find respite traveling the London countryside to and fro one year, and suddenly we are neatly tied in pomp and circumstance to rival any Grand Duke or Marquess?
As Peter says in The Word, ‘Let him refrain his tongue from evil, and his lips that they speak no guile.’ Clearly Peter was not faced with such horrors as entering into London society at the behest of powers beyond his perceptibility.
Thank you for your call to visit. I depart with Lady Clarissa in a fortnight and we will be together again at this other lavish party you enthrall me about… Is it said there will be true nobility?
I accept your invite to Devonshire heartily and with heartfelt admiration, and I await to great you again with rapt expectation.
Glad tidings to you and brother and family.
Yours Truly,
Ivy
Petunia Castleberry sat in the entry hall of Greyson Manor, aflutter.
“Good day,” Petunia stepped from a carriage her late husband Efron had willed her after his untimely death.
“Come children.” Marguerite, Petunia’s daughter of 20, and Minerva, her daughter of 19 stood by her side.
The manor servant saw the Castleberry daughters’ woefully out of date Godeys. He observed the girls’ heavily stitched gathers and unflatteringly proportioned bodies.
He observed also they were hardly children, as he bowed, and he cleared his throat.
“This way.”
Petunia looked at Marguerite and Minerva filled with sympathy as the Castleberrys entered the sprawling London manor.
At the crest of the Tudor style mansion stood Jane Lankenshire, watching the spectacle. Jane looked at Petunia and the youngest of the entourage with a faint smile…
“Goodness, Micah, are we hiring more staff for daddy? These latest arrivals are positively barbaric.”
“Your brother Micah left at dawn on business,” Jane smiled, flicking open her fan before she turned to her companion.
“Wolfram Valentine. You are a day early and my younger brother Micah has departed late.”
Wolfram met Jane with a click of his hunting boots, his head bowed, and a grin Jane found thoroughly rakish.
“The maids in the kitchen bustled to prepared blueberry cider and honey cakes throughout the night. I should have known it was you there were dawdling to impress,” Jane teased the air with the fan as she curtsied.
“The maidens were flitting around the halls and guest rooms like butterflies. Do yo
u always have such effect on the females you bewitch? Or is it the naïve, unimaginative ones you lie in wait for, so you can make them succumb to your wishes?” Wolfram stood beside Jane and he rubbed his nose against her neck inside her low cut morning dress.
“You would enjoy such tête-à-têtes would you not?”
Jane slanted a gaze at Wolfram and she smiled.
The Lankenshires were the prominent family and privy to the noblest circles in London. Jane’s father Rycroft assumed the peerage-duchy of the Avondale and Strathern when Jane’s uncle Lucius befell ill. Jane’s lineage followed a dukedom that included a printing empire the family maintained in England, and also in France.
“I cannot believe Micah is traveling to Paris without me. How will I see the new couture without an escort,” Jane pulled her pale hand from her drawing room curtains and pouted.
“You may travel with me, if you so desire,” Jane used her fan to blow air toward Wolfram. She made his lock of hair bob, which she loved doing, because it made him look younger than his already innocent-looking, yet imperial visage. “Why do you men always appeal so handsomely?” Jane pouted again.
“I’m afraid I do not understand your flattery,” Wolfram brushed the stray strands of black hair from his temple and he looked outside the window beside Jane.
“Whom do we have calling this day?” Wolfram said.
Wolfram and his mother’s side of the family, the Valentines, shared the luxury of privilege through royal and common unions that stretched as far into the feudal oligarchies. Now that Wolfram had turned 30, it was his time to join the Lankenshires, and to assume his role in the printing family business.
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