by Amy Brent
But now, as Olivia was closing the door to her bedroom, all I could do was think about all the times we had failed up until this point.
Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. I turned around in Olivia’s arms before her lips flew to mine, and I felt something inside me pop. I silenced my groans as Olivia’s hands traveled to my ass, and the moment she backed me up to her bed, we went crashing to the mattress. Olivia pulled back, placing her finger to her lips one last time, but all I did was remove her hand before I placed my lips upon hers.
My hands ricocheted down her sides, sliding her shirt up as I tried to get to her voluptuous breasts. Olivia’s hands pushed my shorts off, the fabric hitting the floor before her fingertips hooked into the band of my underwear. I peeled her shirt off, watching her tits spring to life, and then I descended my lips down around her pert nipple as she arched into my touch.
I could tell she was muffling her moans. The way her legs parted for me with ease was something that shook me to my core. My cock was already leaking, trailing wet stains along her sheets. Slowly moving down her body, I worked my lips all over her. My hands grasped the fabric of her pants, pulling them down her legs as my tongue dipped into every crevice her body had to offer.
But the moment I smelled the scent of her pussy, something inside me snapped.
Chapter 28
Olivia
Wesley’s lips devoured my dripping pussy as my back arched from the bed. He slid two fingers inside of me, crooking them easily as my juices began to slick his skin. I had to clamp my hand down around my mouth just so I could moan a bit because I found it harder and harder to keep my cool. My heels found the strong divots on Wesley’s shoulders as my legs spread farther for him, and within minutes, my body was trembling with my first orgasm.
“Well, that was easy,” Wesley said, his voice muffled between my legs.
His mouth released my clit as his fingers continued to work their magic. The pad of his thumb rubbed along my swollen clit as he watched my tits bounce, my body darting every which way as my eyes screwed shut. I reached for a pillow and tossed it over my face, wanting to moan his name but not wanting to wake my mother.
But a part of me wanted to scream his name out to anyone that would listen.
“Better keep quiet,” Wesley said. “She might hear us.”
I whimpered at his words while my tits puckered to painful peaks. Electricity shot through my body as the pad of his thumb pressed into my clit, but then I felt a warming sensation along my ass cheeks. Wesley was raking his tongue along my ass crack, painting pictures on my body as I bucked into him.
But when his tongue dove into the depths of my asshole, I gasped so deeply I began to cough into the pillow.
I lost all control of my body. I wantonly bucked into his hands, filling his tongue with the fat of my ass as I ground down into him. I felt that beautiful warm feeling cascading along my body as if he’d lit a match and slowly started to light me on fire. My skin crackled, and my hair stood on end. My hands flung out, curling into my sheets as my legs began to shake. I bit down on my lower lip, feeling it swell with tension as I tried to swallow my own cries.
Then, it happened again.
Wesley flung me over the edge as his eyes watched me quake.
“Shit. Wesley. Oh fuck. The things you do to me.”
I shook against his lips as his tongue thrust into my asshole. My back collapsed onto the bed, my chest panting for air as his fingers slowly slid out from between my legs. I could hear Wesley sucking at his fingers, licking my juices off his skin before the pillow fell off my face.
Then, I felt Wesley ascend back onto my body, covering me from the world as I felt his muscles lay against my curves. Without another word uttered, his lips lightly descended upon mine. Soft, meek. Like a child who was slowly unwrapping their beloved Christmas gift. I lifted my hand and slowly ran my fingers through Wesley’s hair, memorizing how his locks felt gliding between my fingers.
“I love you, Olive,” Wesley murmured into my lips.
“And I love you,” I said, grinning.
I rolled him over and straddled his hips before my lips attacked his neck. His hands flew to my back, massaging my skin before they rounded down to my ass. He picked me up and set me on his dick, my pussy folds encompassing him. I slid my juices along his cock, slicking him up as my tongue probed the depths of his mouth.
But before I could get a foothold on my control, Wesley rolled me back over. He ground against my hips, pressing his thick dick against my thighs as I bit back more groans. His hands palmed my tits while his mouth swallowed my sounds, our bodies humming for one another. We battled for dominance, neither one willing to give in to the other, but the moment we rolled off the bed, we had to muffle our laughter just a bit.
“You all right?” he asked, smiling.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I just hope we didn’t wake up Mom,” I said.
“I want to feel your lips around my cock, Olive.”
My playful stare soon turned into a devilish look before I slowly raised myself up from the floor. I winked at him, an idea running through my mind. Then, I threw my leg over his face and hovered my pussy above his lips. I could hear Wesley draw in a deep breath, no doubt memorizing every single part of this before I bent my body forward. His cock twitched with delight as my lips neared the tip, and just as I grabbed the base of his cock, his hands planted firmly on my hips.
Then, my tongue darted out to lick the length of his cock while Wesley’s tongue licked the length of my dripping slit.
I bucked down into his face just as his cock slid down my throat. I moaned around his thick dick, tasting my juices on his skin. My tongue wrapped around the head of his cock, swallowing down the drops of pre-come leaking from the tip, but the moment Wesley’s tongue raked across my clit, I faltered. My eyes rolled into the back of my head while my fingernails dug into Wesley’s thighs. My knees were shaking, and my hips were rolling, and for that moment, Wesley had to thrust down my throat. The sensation alone forced me to swallow, and that’s when I heard it.
Wesley moaned into my pussy.
I swallowed again while Wesley devoured me. I gobbled down his cock, feeling his pulse against my cheeks as spit dripped down his balls. His slurping sounds were luscious. The way his tongue sloshed in and out of my pussy swirled my mind. I could feel myself dripping down, and all he did was pull more from me with his ministrations.
I swallowed around him, closing my throat as I watched his balls jump. My legs began to shake, and my toes began to curl. The bite of Wesley’s fingertips dug into the meat of my ass. He was trying to pull me closer. He was trying to taste more of me before I came again. I bobbed my head up and down around his cock, hollowing out my cheeks as his hips raised to meet my lips.
He slid down my throat effortlessly as he lapped up his fill of my slit. My walls began fluttering again, my body losing control once more as I moaned around his dick. The vibrations caused Wesley to moan, stimulating my clit in ways I’d never experienced. I could see Wesley’s balls jumping with want, filling up and hanging to the carpet before they bounced back up into his body.
But before I could pull that silky come from his cock, he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked me between his teeth.
My body shook and quivered as his tongue continued its work. I moaned and groaned, orgasming on his face as my pussy juices dripped down his neck. He pulled his hips back, pulling his cock from between my lips while spit trickled down my face. Then, I collapsed on top of him and panted between his legs.
I kissed his balls as they hung beside my face. I peppered them with kisses, causing Wesley to jump, much to my pleasure. Wesley kissed my inner thighs, rubbing my back while my body continued to tremble with exertion.
But the rest was short-lived, because the moment Wesley flipped me over onto my back, I giggled with delight.
Chapter 29
Wesley
I twirled my body around before I captured her lips
and sank between Olivia’s legs. I could feel her shaking, exhausted with the sheer force of her orgasms. I reveled in the sensation. Reveled in how I could make her feel. The room was pitch black, save for a few streams of moonlight flooding in through her childhood window. I smoothed her sweat-dampened hair from her forehead, watching as the rays of the moon glistened upon her skin. This was the type of beauty I’d wanted to experience as a child. The type of beauty that came with a woman who loved me, no matter what my past was like. Olivia raised her hand to cup my cheek, slowly bringing my lips to hers, and the moment we connected, I slid my thick cock into her pussy.
She gasped, her body trembling as I sank to her hips. I rolled into her slowly, pulling gasps and jerks from her that I memorized from top to bottom. Olivia’s arms snaked around my neck, pulling me close as her legs locked around my waist. I couldn’t contain myself anymore, even though I wanted to. I wanted to leisurely pump into her, bringing her to orgasm painfully slowly as I watched the desperation and lust build behind her eyes.
But I was too eager to feel her around my cock. I wanted to feel that pussy clamp down on me like I’d dreamed of so many times between then and now. I wanted to feel her body pulling me deeper, closer. Begging for me just like her lips could if they didn’t have to stay so silent.
The way she bit down on her lips throbbed my cock. She was being such a good girl, trying to keep quiet. My hips picked up their pace, slamming into her as her tits jumped against me. She peppered my neck with kisses before her teeth sank into my shoulder, and she groaned just as my face fell into the crook of her neck.
I fucked her into the carpet, moving her body with every pounding she took. One of her hands snaked between our bodies, and my eyes followed just as her fingertips splayed open her pussy. I reared back onto my heels, wanting a bird’s eye view of Olivia fingering herself while her pussy swallowed me whole. The moment I threw her legs over my shoulders, her eyes widened, and her pussy squeezed down on me in delight, just before my hips began to snap against hers again.
My balls smacked her ass while her fingertips swirled around her clit. I watched her juices coat my cock every time I pulled out, and I reveled in how they dripped down her ass crack every time I slid in. I was intoxicated with the way she looked, the way she writhed for me, and the way her body twitched with every spot I hit. I knew I filled her to the brim. I knew she’d have to adjust every single time we were together. I took great pride in being able to drive her just as insane as her tight pussy drove me, but the moment I looked into her eyes, I saw just how crazy I could drive her.
Her entire chest was flushed, and her cheeks burned crimson. She was biting down hard on her lower lip as her hips raised off the floor. My hands rounded back to her ass, garnering fistfuls as I kept her suspended in the air. Then, I felt it. That telltale fluttering just before her body popped.
I slammed into her, my chest heaving for air as my muscles began to twitch. I wasn’t ready to come yet, but I would if it meant watching Olivia unravel at her own fingertips. Her pussy began to pull me deeper, sucking me in and begging for the come I wasn’t ready to give her yet. Her fingers stilled, and her mouth peeled open in silent delight, and the moment her body began to shake, I dropped her to the floor and buried myself into her pussy.
I took in deep breaths, trying to regulate my orgasm as Olivia twitched from hers. My ears listened for any sound that might happen. Any sound that might indicate her mother was up. I loved the risk of it all, the fear of getting caught. Oh, how Louise’s face would look if she found me pussy deep in her daughter. I wasn’t too sure I wouldn’t continue to fuck her like I had in my dream. I wasn’t too sure I wouldn’t try to make her come anyway, even though I knew Olivia would be horrified.
The mere idea of almost being caught was enough to make my dick throb inside of her.
But I realized just how much Olivia liked it when a sound came from the hallway. Her eyes snapped open, and I quickly slid myself from between her legs. We both held our breath, trying to listen out for any other sounds. Olivia’s hands were shaking, and my muscles were poised at the ready. I was in a position to dart. To hide in the closet or throw my clothes on.
However, when no other sound happened, I watched Olivia’s gaze slowly pan back over to me.
“Get on the bed,” she said hotly.
I scrambled without another word and laid down onto my back. Olivia stalked me around the bed like prey, her eyes licking up and down my body. I knew Olivia enjoyed the risk as well, like the time we were on the beach. My cock jumped at the memory as Olivia’s fingertips trailed up my thighs, but the moment they got to my rock-hard abs, they stopped.
“You know how sexy you are, don’t you?” she asked.
“I know how hard I work to keep my body a certain way, yes. But the reaction I can pull from your body is a little more proof of my theory.”
I could tell the adrenaline rush was fueling her. She slowly climbed onto the bed and slung her thigh around my hips. She sank her pussy down onto my cock as my hands flew to her hips, but I wasn’t going to allow her to have the upper hand for long. I wanted to pull one more orgasm from her before we came together, and the way I imagined it didn’t have her on top at all.
Once she got situated, I flipped her back over. I threw her legs up over my shoulders again, watching as her jaw unhinged, but then, I folded her in half. My body came back down to hers before my lips descended onto her mouth. I plunged my dick deep into her body, feeling that soft spot run across the tip of my cock time and time again. I loved that Olivia would fuck me any time the mood hit us. It was one of my favorite attributes about her.
One that was quite different from high school.
“You like that cock?” I asked into her lips. “You like how it fills you?”
“Make me come,” she whispered against me. “Please. Again. Please.”
I rolled my hips into hers as the bed began to creak. My hips pounded against her thick thighs, causing them to jiggle with every thrust I took. My lips curled around her nipple, sucking it between my teeth as Olivia’s nails began to slide down my back. I pressed my face into her tits, reveling in how warm and soft they felt around my cheeks while her pussy massaged my dick.
But that’s when I realized I wouldn’t be able to go any longer.
“Come with me, Olivia. Come around that cock.”
She bit back a groan at the vibrations ricocheting around her tits, and I could feel the burning of her scratch marks. This was what I was wanting. I wanted her marks just like I wanted to mark her. I wanted to pin her to this bed and render her helpless. I wanted to be the only person who could pull this type of ecstasy from her ever again.
I wanted to be everything to her if she would allow it.
“Oh, fuck. I’m so close. Don’t stop, Wes. Don’t ever stop.”
I dug my knees into the mattress and viciously snapped my hips against hers. I laid my teeth into her breasts, marking every spot I could find as Olivia’s hands grabbed onto my arms. I knew she would leave painfully red crescents behind, but I didn’t care. The moment Olivia’s pussy clamped down into its vice grip, I knew I had her.
I felt my balls curl up into my body as I pounded into her one last time. Her pussy pulled me in deep as her legs began to twitch. I barreled my lips down onto hers, her throat swallowing my groans while my body pinned her to the bed. Her legs slid from my shoulders as my cock painted her pussy, filling her to the brim before my come began to shoot out from between her legs. I cupped her cheeks and continued to kiss her, drinking her down while our tongues danced in a fiery tango of love and obsession.
And when Olivia’s body finally collapsed onto the bed, I fell on top of her and shielded her from the moonlight.
The moon had seen enough of her tonight.
Now? I wanted her all to myself.
Chapter 30
Olivia
I woke up the next morning and felt the strength of Wesley’s arms around my body. I smiled before I str
etched, groaning at how sore my body was. My eyes fluttered open, and I turned around in his arms and then studied the way Wesley slept against me. His eyes were peacefully shut, and there was a grin dancing upon his cheeks. His chest rose and fell with a peaceful sort of bliss, and I simply laid there and studied him. The sun was streaming through the window, bright and pronounced. I knew it was probably late in the morning, but there was a part of me that wondered just how late we had slept.
I turned back around to survey the clock on my nightstand, but the moment I shifted, Wesley groaned. He tightened his grip, not wanting me to get away, and I caught a glimpse of the clock as it flashed half past eleven.
“It’s almost lunchtime,” I said, giggling.
“Can you be lunch?” Wesley asked.
“Pretty sure my mother’s awake, so that’s a no-go.”
“Such a shame,” he said. “You smell wonderful.”
I turned back around and found Wesley’s sleep-filled eyes staring back at mine. I smiled before I kissed the tip of his nose, but that didn’t last for long. Wesley tilted his lips up and captured mine, reveling in how I tasted. I sighed when I still smelled my scent on the upper part of his lips.
