“There is, and if I don’t f**k you soon, I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.”
I chuckle and lift my arms for him to remove my shirt. “Well, f**k me then.”
He quickly removes my shirt, then rolls me to my back and pulls on my underwear. He tears them off and tosses them to the ground before spreading my legs and lowering himself.
“Hold on,” I say, pausing him. “I want you to put something on first.”
The confused look on his face is so cute. “You want me to wear a condom?”
“No. In my nightstand is a c**k ring. Put it on.”
His eyes turn dark before he reaches and pulls open the drawer of my nightstand and finds the black c**k ring. He holds it up between us and says, “Put it on me.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I have him sit back so I can pull his briefs off. When his erect penis comes into view, I can’t help myself. I dip down and s**k in the tip.
“Babe,” he says, shifting my hair to the side so he can watch my mouth. I give him a few pulls before I release him and sl*p the c**k ring around the base of him, and then with a smirk, I turn it on. His body jolts, and his hands grip the mattress. “f**king hell.”
“Does it feel good?” I ask as I roll my t***ue around the head again.
“Yes,” he says, his head falling back to the headboard. “f**k yes, it feels good.”
Satisfaction races through me as I sl*p his c**k inside my mouth. I feel the vibration against my t***ue, and as I take him deeper, I enjoy the constraint I have on him, the tension in his th**hs, and the stiffness in his body. Nothing is sexier to me than being able to make a man come from my mouth. I love having that kind of control. That kind of power.
I pull up to the tip and then swirl my t***ue down his piercings, taking time on each one. When I reach the base where the c**k ring is vibrating, I move back up, nipping the entire way.
“Shit.” He clenches his jaw. “More. s**k me in deep again.”
Loving that he loves my mouth, I part my l*ps and bring him to the back of my throat again. His girth doesn’t bother me, nor does his length. I revel in it. And since I don’t seem to have a gag reflex, I’m able to bring him deep.
I repeat my pulsing over his strained erection a few times until he releases a loud growl, causing me to pause. I glance up just in time to feel him lift me up off his dick and toss me backward on the bed. His crazed eyes meet mine. “I’m coming in that perfect cunt, not in your mouth.”
Mmm, yes, please.
His strong hand slides up my stomach, over my br***ts, and up to my neck, where he grips me.
“I need to f**k you badly,” he says. “I’ll eat you out after, but I need release. Now.”
“Then f**k me, Silas.”
He positions his c**k at my entrance, I spread even wider for him, pulling on my knees so he has better access, and he slides into me, one agonizing inch at a time. The vibration from the c**k ring immediately hits me in just the right spot, and I know at that moment, with his hand on my throat and his massive c**k stretching me out, I don’t stand a chance.
“Be rough,” I say. “Make me feel every inch of your massive c**k.”
His eyes go wild, and he starts pumping hard, so hard that I slide across the bed until I’m right against the wall.
“f**k me harder,” I say, his hand still gripping my neck, making me feel completely owned by him.
Because he’s pumping so aggressively into me, I release my legs and push one hand against the wall to steady us while my other hand grips his shoulder, where I dig my fi**gers into his back. “Harder, Silas. Fill me with your cum.”
“Goddammit,” he says as his h*ps pulse in and out of me, his abs firing as his body moves. The veins in his neck protrude, his muscular pecs bounce, and his grip grows tighter around my neck.
“You’re so big inside me. I can feel every inch of you.”
He pumps again.
And again.
And again, hitting me directly in the G-spot, sending me into a swirl of euphoria, my orgasm right there, ready to fall over.
“I’m going to masturbate to this when you’re gone,” I say. “To this very moment.”
He m**ns as he stretches tall, giving me an amazing view of his delicious abs. If he wasn’t so desperate, I would push him so I could l**k every inch of his stomach.
“I never want to stop f**king you,” he says as he pulses and pauses, then pulses and pauses. The new friction matched with the vibration of his c**k ring has my toes curling.
“Punish me. Choke me. I’m right there. Harder, Silas.”
“f**k,” he says right before releasing himself and turning me onto my stomach. He props my h*ps up and slaps me so hard in the ass that tears spring to my eyes right before a wave of lust pulses down my legs. And then he does it again, the slap so loud that it echoes against the walls.
And just as he spanks me again, he inserts himself inside, making me feel so full that my stomach bottoms out.
“f**k me deep, Silas.”
On another growl, he wr*ps my hair around his knuckles and tugs my head back right before spanking me so hard in the ass that I cry out in pleasure.
“Blister me,” I cry. “Again, Silas.”
He pulses inside me and spanks me again.
“Make me red.”
He grunts and slaps me again.
And again.
And again, until my p**sy starts to convulse.
It’s too much. All of it. His c**k. His control. His hand.
My orgasm pulses up my body, and with one more th**st, I spasm around his c**k and scream his name.
“Ahhhhh . . . f**k.” He pumps a few more times, grumbles something unintelligible, then stills, his hands shaking my pelvis as his c**k swells inside me, and he comes.
We m**n together. Our orgasms matched right before we slowly tumble down from euphoria until we both collapse on top of the bed, the c**k ring still vibrating.
“Jesus, Ollie,” he says as he reaches between us to turn off the c**k 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 r*bs his thumb over my side while I trail my fi**ger up and down his chest. “f**k,” he breathes out heavily. “That was . . . f**k . . .”
Probably the best way to describe it.
“You turn me on so much,” I say.
“Same, babe.” He k**ses 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 p**ss a k**s to his chest. It’s not just the sex. I mean, the man can f**k like there’s no tomorrow. But not only that, he makes me feel cherished. As if there is nothing better to him than the enjoyment I experience. That makes me feel . . . treasured. I love it. “You’re what I deserve.”
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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 f**king 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 fi**gers 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 c**k.
“Baby,” I groan as I make room for her body.
She swirls her t***ue around the tip, and I place my hands behind my head and watch her delicious mouth drive me f**king 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.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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