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I laugh. Doing this with Olivia isn’t just a million times hotter than I’ve ever experienced with anyone else, it’s more fun, too. I’ve always enjoyed sex, but this is different.
“Take your shirt off,” I command.
She obeys.
My chest hitches, finally seeing her totally bare. Her tits are a fucking dream. Round and perky, with the most perfect rosebud nipples coiled into tight, sharp nubs.
Since she was a good girl and did what I said, I decide to give her a reward.
I drag the tip of my tongue up her wet slit. She sucks in a quick gasp, her back arching. My eyes roll back as her taste fills my mouth.
I tasted her juices weeks ago, when I sucked them off my fingers. But tasting her arousal right from her pussy is a totally different experience. The flavor thickens my blood, makes me lose all restraint. I can’t tease her anymore, because now I need this as much as she does.
I lap at her with my lips and tongue, loving every drop of the juices she gives me.
Her hands spear into my hair and grab tight handfuls. The burning on my scalp feels so fucking good, knowing it’s coming from the pleasure my mouth is giving her.
Her hips start bucking faster. The sweet, soft moans she was making grow louder, more ragged. Like she’s losing control.
I really, really like the feeling of making Olivia Lockley lose control.
I swirl my tongue around her clit. She gasps. Her hips push up into the pressure. I keep lavishing the bundle of nerves with attention.
My mouth is soaked, coated with her sticky, sweet wetness, and I fucking love it. I could eat this pussy every single day and there’s zero chance I’d ever get tired of it.
I can feel how tight she’s wound. She’s so fucking close. All it would take is …
I slide my finger inside her, crooking it upward. It hits the perfect spot just as my tongue slants over her clit. I can tell from the way that her body pulls taut that it sends her over the edge.
She moans, her breaths short and desperate, her body thrashing with pleasure. Pleasure I’ve given her.
Her hips are bucking, stomach undulating, chest heaving because of me.
Pride pulses through me, and I greedily suck up all the juices she’s giving me as her orgasm barrels through her.
I pull back, giving her time to recover. An appreciative hum sings from my chest as I drag my tongue over my lips, wanting to taste every single drop I can of Olivia.
“Tuck,” she pants, “that was … fuck … wow …”
Watching the soft semi-globes of her tits rise and fall with her heaving chest pulls my attention back to my cock. It’s so hard that it hurts. It feels like an electric current is racing from the base to the tip.
I can’t wait much longer to finally do what I’ve been dreaming of for so damn long.
I crawl onto the bed, my body hovering over her. Her eyes are hooded, a sated expression on her face.
“Say it, Olivia.”
“What?” she asks.
My gaze bores into her. I smirk. “You know what.”
She rolls her eyes. “You want me to tell you that was the most incredible orgasm of my life or something, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I answer, dead serious.
Her eyes lock with mine again. “It was. It was the best orgasm of my life.” There’s no trace of sarcasm. “Happy?” There is a trace of sarcasm in that question.
“Very,” I growl, before pressing my lips to her. She groans against the kiss, loving the taste of her arousal, just like she did last time.
