Page 105 of When He Was Mine

“No,” he said firmly.

“I want to suck you. Why the hell do I have to beg?” I protested, frustration bubbling up.

“Because I’d rather be inside you,” he replied, his voice husky with desire.

“Let me suck you, and then you can be inside me,” I countered, determined.

“If you suck me, then I’ll want to come in your mouth,” he explained, his gaze intense.

“It’s not like you don’t recover quickly. I wonder when you’ll slow down,” I teased, a mischievous grin playing on my lips.

“Never, as long as I have you by my side. I’ll be eighty and getting a hard-on for you,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“I’ll be sixty-six and probably all wrinkly. You might not want me,” I joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“I’ll always want you. Now stop giving me a hard time and lie down,” he commanded, his tone firm yet loving.

I giggled as I laid back, slipping my hands under the pillow. Oliver prowled over my body like a panther, his kisses igniting a fire within me. My core clenched several times as his lips touched me, and I moaned softly as he latched onto my neck and sucked.

“Don’t mark me,” I murmured, my breath hitching with pleasure.

“Stop worrying,” he whispered against my skin, his hands trailing down my body.

He kissed down my chest, teasing my nipples with his mouth before liberating my breasts from my bra. Nibbling at my nipples, he continued his descent, his teeth tugging at the waistband of my panties.

“I’d like to tear these off you with my mouth,” he murmured, his voice laced with desire.

“You might as well. You seem to like destroying my panties,” I replied, a playful smirk on my lips.

“You can get whatever you want to replace them,” he said, his fingers inching closer to my core.

“Good. I saw some six-hundred-dollar panties at Boudoir Fashions,” I teased, enjoying the banter.

“Get them, use the card,” he said, his tone playful yet commanding.

“You’re crazy. I’m not spending that amount of money on panties,” I protested, unable to suppress a laugh.

“Your whining is killing the mood. Stop talking,” he declared, his voice tinged with amusement.

He wrenched down my panties, and I lifted my hips eagerly before he tore them off. I continued to tease him, but he silenced me with a passionate kiss before plunging his tongue inside me.

“Fuck! Oh God, Oliver, that feels so good,” I moaned, my body writhing with pleasure.

He lapped at me, teasing my clit with his mouth, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I felt a massive orgasm building, but then he stopped, pulling out his penis and sliding it inside me. I squeezed my walls around him as he pumped into me, his hips slapping against mine.

“I’m gonna…” I gasped, my words trailing off as ecstasy washed over me.

I let out a loud scream as my orgasm ripped through me, my body trembling with pleasure. Oliver kept stroking inside me until I heard him grunt and release. He collapsed on top of me, and I wrapped my arms around him, feeling utterly satisfied and content in his embrace.

I let out a loud scream as my orgasm ripped through me. I closed my eyes, thrust my head back and Oliver kept stroking inside me until I heard him grunt and release. He collapsed on top of me, and I wrapped my arms around him.

“That was good,” Oliver whispered against my chest.

“Only good?” I teased, running my fingers through his hair.

“Did I say good? I meant great,” he corrected, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I’m hungry,” I announced, feeling the rumble of my stomach.

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