Page 81 of When I Was His


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“You feel so delicious,” Oliver murmured, his voice low and husky.

“Shouldn’t that be ‘taste’?” I teased, a playful smile tugging at my lips.

“That too. Have I ever told you I could eat you all night?” Oliver whispered, his breath hot against my skin.

“Several times. Are you going to move or sit inside me all night?” I quipped, a hint of impatience in my voice.

“I like being inside you,” Oliver admitted, his tone filled with desire.

“I want you to fuck me, not park your penis,” I insisted, a surge of need coursing through me.

“It’s the perfect parking spot,” Oliver countered, his voice laced with amusement.

“Fuck me, Oliver,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire.

He began to move his hips, starting slow before gradually picking up the pace. It was a rhythm I found myself enjoying, his attentiveness in bed unlike anything I had experienced before. I reached out, gripping his taut ass, my nails digging into his muscles as waves of pleasure washed over me.

“I need to stop,” Oliver suddenly said, his voice strained.

“What? No. It feels so good,” I protested, disappointment coloring my tone.

“Too good. I’m going to come,” he explained, a hint of urgency in his voice.

“Then come,” I urged, my own desire driving me to encourage him.

“You haven’t yet,” Oliver pointed out, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Do you want to argue or come?” I challenged, a mix of frustration and desire in my voice.

He responded by thrusting into me harder, his movements becoming more erratic until he spilled inside me. I gripped him tightly, my own orgasm crashing over me in waves. Oliver trailed kisses down my throat as I arched into the pillow, his teeth marking my shoulder in a possessive gesture.

“Do you always have to do that?” I whispered, a hint of annoyance in my voice.

“I’m marking my territory,” Oliver replied, his tone teasing.

I scowled at him playfully, but he remained on top of me, lavishing attention on my breasts and nipples. I could feel him still partially erect inside me, a promising sign of his desire for more.

I shifted my hips. “Are you getting hard?”

Oliver groaned. “As a matter of fact, I am.”

I raised my eyebrows. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

“I have a low refractory period.”

I wasn’t sated. It seemed whenever I was with Oliver, I couldn’t get enough. I could be sore and muscles aching but I still wanted him.

“Do you want to have sex again?”

He nuzzled my cheek. “That’s my plan. If we were at my apartment, I would make love to you all night.”

“I have to work in the morning.”

“So do I. If you worked for me, we could play sick and stay home.”

I feathered my lips across his. “My boss wouldn’t like that. He’s a workaholic.”

“He would if you promised to stay in bed with him.”

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