by Amy Brent
But my trance was broken when I felt Olivia’s lips on the shell of my ear.
“I’m not done with you yet,” she said.
“Then take what you want.”
Olivia’s lips moved to mine, encompassing them before her hips slowly began to circle me. I groaned into her skin, my hands rushing to her hips to try and get her to move the way I wanted her to. I wanted to pour myself inside of her, to slam my hips up into her body and watch her jolt with every movement I made. I wanted to take all of her. Pin her to the couch and fuck her until I had nothing else left to spill into her body. I wanted to tie her down and leave her there, only to come back when I absolutely needed to get her off my mind.
She had sucked me into the depths of her sex cave, and her pussy juices were my aphrodisiac.
“Slow and steady,” she whispered.
“No, not this time,” I said.
I tried slamming into her hips, but she kept herself elevated. I whimpered at the loss of contact, my dick slipping from between her legs as it bounced against my stomach. She moved with disappointment, settling down onto my rock-hard cock and pressing her clit against its swollen head.
“So greedy,” she said, grinning. “And so impatient.”
She raked her thick folds up and down my cock before sliding me back into her warm depths. I groaned with delight, lobbing my head back onto the arm of the couch while my hands ran up and down Olivia’s bare thighs. She slowly began circling her hips on top of me again, feeling my cock grow against her walls while her hands cupped her tits.
“I love the way you grow inside me,” she whispered.
“Then you’ll love the way I’m going to fill you with me, too,” I said.
Chapter 12
Olivia
My tits throbbed in my hands as my body screamed with its fire. I couldn’t catch my breath, but I didn’t want to stop. It was like Wesley had trapped me within his claws, feeding me the drug I knew only he could provide. So long as he continued to give it to me, I knew a part of me would always stay. The things his body made me feel were unlike anything I’d ever experienced, and I was shocked that the electricity coursing through my veins hadn’t fried every single rational thought pattern in my brain.
I swirled my hips, allowing his cock to rub up against the back of my clit. I was so wet for him, so slicked and silken that I thought Wesley would simply slide right out of me. I released my tits and planted my hands onto his chest, feeling his raging muscles underneath my fingertips. No matter how many times I saw his body, I’d never be able to get over how strong he’d become.
I dipped my face into the crook of his neck and raked my tongue over his pulse point. His hands flew to my back, his fingertips raking down my supple skin as I moaned in ecstasy. My swirling hips slowly started to bounce, sliding his cock in and out of my pussy while the sounds of my wetness sloshed around between my thighs. I felt Wesley’s hands cup my ass, urging me to go faster as my teeth raked over his strong shoulders.
I wanted to feel more of him before he took his control back.
Faster and faster, I bounced upon his hips. His hands parted my ass cheeks, my tight little hole soaked in the juices that had been dripping from my body. I felt his finger trace a circle around it, preparing me for the intrusion I was about to experience. My hands threaded themselves around his back, feeling his entire torso contract and jump with his strength as he began to slam his hips up into mine.
I felt a pop at my ass before a slow burning sensation encompassed my body. I dug my teeth into Wesley’s chest, feeling his finger slowly enter my virgin asshole before an entirely different sensation wafted over my body. It was as if the electricity had been turned up to the highest voltage and shot straight to my clit, and soon, I lost all control of myself as I bucked wildly against Wesley’s hips.
“Holy fuck, Wes. Fill me up. Plug all those holes. This feels so good.”
My body began to tense, and I whimpered with the exertion my muscles were experiencing. My pussy massaged Wesley’s cock while my ass clamped down onto his finger, and suddenly, I felt Wesley’s lips upon my shoulder. He was smiling, peppering light kisses all along my skin as my body climbed to its precipice, and the moment he inserted two fingers, I sat straight up into his lap and back into his hand.
“Oh, fuck,” I cried out.
I droned through my orgasm, my body trembling while my tits bounced against my body. Never in my life had I felt these sensations coursing through my system, and the moment I felt my body finally barrel through its orgasm, Wesley slid his fingers from my asshole. I fell off to the side, collapsing to the floor just as his strong arms caught me, and he slowly lowered me to the carpet of his floor before his body slid between my legs.
“Hold on,” I breathed. “Just… just gimme a sec.”
My body was exhausted, and my muscles were cramping. This was what an addict must feel like. Someone who knew they’d had enough but simply needed more. My body shrieked for more of his thrusts. More of his kisses and more of the orgasms only he could provide me with. My eyes fluttered open and took in the stormy blue gaze staring back at me, but he didn’t make another move. He was abiding by my wishes, allowing me to rest and regroup before he took me yet again.
And all that did was stoke the raging fire that was cascading through the forest of my mind.
“Wesley,” I whispered.
“Yes, Olive?” he asked.
“I can’t—”
His eyes searched mine while I finally caught my breath. The trembling of my body had ceased, and I somehow found the energy to raise my hand to cup his cheek. Just then, his guard came down. I didn’t see the predator staring back at me, but the vulnerable high school teenager who had simply been looking for someone to love him.
Someone to care for him. Someone to deem him important.
“You can’t what, beautiful?” he asked.
“I don’t have any more energy,” I said breathlessly.
“Then, allow me to take over.” Wesley slowly pulled himself from the depths of my pussy before he grabbed my hips. He inched my body to the side, helping me to flip over so I was laying on my stomach. Suddenly, my head was being lifted before a pillow was placed underneath my cheek, and I sighed into the coolness of the fabric just as I felt Wesley’s hands upon my hips.
“Raise that beautiful ass for me,” he said.
I scrambled up onto my knees. I planted my hands on the floor, bracing for what was to come. I felt Wesley’s cock slowly running around the rim of my ass, and then he slipped it back down my body and thrust deeply between my legs. I groaned at the sensation, feeling his dick slick by all my swollen spaces before his hips settled against mine, and for a second, they simply stayed like that.
I could hear Wesley panting as he tried to gain his composure. I could feel his cock pulsing against me, begging to spill forth its own offering just so it could experience the release it so desperately desired. I felt my ass cheeks being spread, Wesley’s hands massaging them as he spread them for his own desires.
Then, I felt his thumb slowly penetrate my asshole before he began to move his hips.
“Holy shit, Wes,” I groaned. “That feels so fucking good.”
He rolled his hips into mine and plunged deeper than I ever thought possible. His cock filled me in all the right ways, causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head. With every snap of his hips against mine, I lurched across the floor. My hands were useless, my arms trembling with exhaustion as I tried to buck back into him. I wrapped my feet around his calves, trying to hang onto anything I could feel, but all I cared about was feeling him come deep within my body.
He crooked his thumb, pumping it slowly as his hips picked up the pace. I could feel Wesley’s sweat dripping onto my skin, pooling in the dip of the small of my back while Wesley pounded into my pussy. My walls began to swell again, my abs beginning to tremble with weariness, and I honestly wasn’t sure if I could come again. I knew my body wanted to. I could feel it g
obbling down Wesley’s cock. I knew my mind wanted nothing more than to take, take, take.
But I didn’t know if I had anything else left to give.
“Wesley. I can’t. I just—oh, fuck. Don’t stop. Yes, please stop. No. Yes. Fuck. I don’t know. I don’t. I just—oh, Wes!”
My body was screaming, and my mind was confused. His dick was splitting me in half while his thumb pressed deeper into my asshole. My body shook with its electricity and my tits burned with desire. My clit pulsed painfully, swelling to exponential proportions while my juices flooded down my thighs. His balls smacked my clit, causing my body to jolt as I began to moan into the pillow, and all at once, I collapsed into the floor.
I laid there at the mercy of Wesley’s body, his hands clamping down onto me as his hips finally began to stutter. His balls smacked against my clit, throbbing my pussy walls and pulling from me that which I didn’t think I could give anymore. In an instant, as the building of that tension began to skyrocket, I shot up from the floor just as Wesley ripped his thumb from my ass. My back pressed into his chest as my hand flew to his hair, and I tilted my head off to the side before he dipped his lips down to capture mine in one last kiss.
We swallowed each other’s groans as I felt Wesley still deep inside of me. My trembling muscles caused him to wrap his arms around me, holding me tightly to his body while his cock pumped stream after stream of thick come into the swells of my body. We panted with one another, covered in sweat and come, as we shook on our knees, and it wasn’t until the two of us were done jolting with our orgasms that we collapsed to the carpet.
We heaved for air around us, tainted with sex and debauchery of the highest forms. I felt him oozing out of every hole I had on my lower body, tickling my skin as a lopsided smile crossed my face. I had nothing else left to give, except my muscles that were randomly twitching from exhaustion. But the moment Wesley slung his arm around my body and pulled me close, I knew he was done for as well.
“Holy shit,” he whispered.
“You’re fucking telling me,” I said, giggling.
“Have dinner with me on Wednesday. Here. No work. No business. Just the two of us.”
“Wesley, I can’t,” I said. “What I’ve been doing with you during this business transaction alone is enough to get me into trouble with the board.”
“The paperwork’s already done,” he said. “Once we can gather it off the floor, you’ll take it and finalize everything. You could submit it tomorrow, and then come Wednesday. We won’t even be in the middle of a business transaction any longer, right?”
He technically had a point, but my mind had turned to mush. I knew if I could gather myself long enough, stall him while I took a few more deep breaths, I could find a professional way out of this scenario. I knew if I thought long enough about it, I could find a way to wiggle myself out of having dinner with him, without him batting an eyelash.
But besides the fact that my brain felt like it was slowly turning into soup, I wasn’t honestly sure I wanted to turn him down.
“I’ll cook us a nice lemon salmon,” he said. “Maybe a rice pilaf and some steamed broccoli. A pie for dessert?”
“You cook and you bake?” I asked, smirking. “Wow. Lucky me.”
“Lucky you if you come Wednesday.” He nuzzled against my ear, and I shivered at his touch. Even in my exhausted state, just the slightest twinge of his breath upon my ear was enough to make me cave to him again.
I had no fucking clue how I was going to get myself out of this mess.
“Just dinner on Wednesday?” I asked.
“I can’t promise all that,” he said, chuckling. “But I can promise the food will be good and that we’ll enjoy each other’s company.”
“It does sound nice,” I said.
“Very nice. I could throw in a nice massage, or we could go for a walk on the beach.”
“Oh, a walk on the beach sounds nice. I’ll come prepared.”
“So, is that a yes?” he asked.
“I guess it is,” I said, smiling.
“Perfect. Dinner and then a nice, long walk on the beach.”
“Assuming I can get these papers processed before then,” I said. “It’s not appropriate to engage in that kind of behavior when a deal is still going on.”
“Oh, but this was?” he asked.
“You’re treading on thin ice, Mr. Fox. Be careful.”
“All right, all right. Let me gather those papers so you can be on your way.”
I found myself cold when he peeled his body from the floor, and I took a second to gather myself. I was treading in territory I’d never be able to pull back from, but I was no longer in control of my own mindset. Wesley had fed me a drug I was officially hooked on, and the only hope I had of ever being released from it was to nail his balls to the wall.
Nail his balls to the wall.
Destiny’s voice began to ring out in the back of my mind. I slipped back into my clothes as Destiny’s voice rang louder and louder, and by the time Wesley came back with the papers, his naked body no longer distracted me.
If I came Wednesday, then I could scope out his home. In the meantime, I’d go back to my office and figure out just how many cons he’d run on women. I’d dig up everything I possibly could so that when a lawyer served him with papers, there would be no chance of me running into him unless I visited him in prison.
Nail his balls to the wall.
“See you Wednesday evening,” he said, grinning.
“See you then, Mr. Fox.”
Chapter 13
Wesley
I walked into work with a little pep in my step. I had woken up and salivated over how Olivia’s body felt underneath my fingertips. But my cock raged to life when I could smell her still permeating the lower half of my home as I ate breakfast. Every time I looked over at that couch, my mind began to whirl with the events of yesterday. I was already looking forward to tomorrow evening and hoped our dinner would bring more fun adventures.
Maybe on the edge of the water, underneath the moonlight.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Chad asked.
“What the fuck do you mean?” I asked. “I’m smiling, dude!”
“I know,” Chad said. “That shit never happens. What’s going on?”
“You remember that woman who came looking for me the other day?” I asked.
“Silk dress? Long brown hair? Wanting to buy that property or some shit?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Get this. I went to high school with her.”
Chad nodded. “No shit, dude. Really? She seemed pretty intent on finding you. What happened?”
“Well, I took her to see the property, like she asked,” I said. “She’s interested in buying it, and in the meantime, we’re having a bit of delayed fun.”
“What the hell does delayed fun mean?” Chad asked.
“I tried for months in high school to get in that woman’s pants,” I said. “I licked her pussy, and she sucked my cock. I tried all that romantic shit. But nothing. Now? She’s all over me. She’s fucking intoxicating.”
“I can see that,” Chad said. “You aware you’ve got bite marks all along your neck?”
“Oh, shit,” I said, my hand flying to my neck. “Are they bad?”
“Yeah, they’re pretty glaring,” he said. “If you’re gonna keep up that shit with her, you might wanna ask her how concealer works. This is still a place of business.”
“It’s a cabana on the beach, Chad.”
“Yeah, and I own it,” he said. “No obvious love marks while at work. Part of the reason I do so much damn business is because you flirt with all the lonely, middle-aged women. They come here and spend hundreds of dollars a day just to hang out with you. Cover that shit up and put on that game face, dude. It’s time to make some money.”
“But seriously,” I said as I clocked in. “She’s amazing. Wild as hell in the sack. Has multiple orgasms. Easy to please. And that pussy tastes divine.”
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sp; “I haven’t heard you be this descriptive since that one woman last year. The one with the red hair and the body full of freckles?”
“Oh, and I sank my tongue into every last one of them,” I said, grinning.
“Now, is she just buying your building and screwing you on the side? Or are you two actually dating?”
That stopped me for a second, and I had to consider my answer. “Not really sure. She’s supposed to be processing the paperwork today and then coming over tomorrow night for dinner. Business won’t be available for us to talk about because it’ll all be wrapped up, so we might just see what kind of mischief we can get up to on the beach.”
“Remind me not to walk anywhere near that way tomorrow night,” Chad said.
I began to wipe down my edge of the bar before I started placing syrups next to me. I polished a few glasses and cut up a few wedges of lime, and by the time I was done setting up my station, I was ready for action. The sooner I could get off work today, the sooner I could grocery shopping for all the ingredients I would need for tomorrow. If I was lucky, Chad would let me off just before midnight, and I could hit the grocery store in town just as they were closing.
Chad tapped me on the shoulder. “Wesley, to your right. That older woman you hit on last week’s back.”
