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"I should've married someone who could keep up with me," I shot back, my tone playful.
Something shifted in Oliver's demeanor. In one fluid motion, he stood up from the couch and unzipped his pants, revealing his growing arousal. His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "They couldn't compare to me. Come on, Mrs. Fox, ready for a quickie?"
I raised an eyebrow, my body already responding to his challenge. "Why a quickie?"
"Vlad will be here in half an hour," Oliver explained, his hands already reaching for me. "You'll need to clean up after."
A wicked idea crossed my mind. "No, I won't. Wear a condom."
Oliver's face contorted as if I'd suggested something truly unpleasant. "A condom? I hate those things."
"I'm your pregnant wife, and I'm politely asking you to wear a condom."
Oliver's lips curved into a smirk. "Why don’t I just lick you? That would be as enjoyable for me as it would be for you."
My brows furrowed. "Because I want your big battering ram of a cock inside me. Is that a good enough answer?"
He crossed his arms, considering. "Well, when you put it in those terms... Come on, Mrs. Fox, let’s hit the bedroom for one more round."
"Here. You can do it from the back while I lay over the arm of the couch."
Oliver's eyes darkened with desire. "I like this adventurous side of you."
"Shut up, Oliver, and get a condom—time’s wasting."
He chuckled. "You make it sound so mechanical."
"It won’t be when you come. Now go."
Oliver hurried down the hall to fetch a condom while I took off my panties, pulled up my skirt, bent over the couch arm, and spread my legs. His low whistle echoed as he returned.
"Man, if I could come home to you like this each night..."
"Why would you need to when we could fuck in the limo? Are you heading back to the office in the New Year?"
"I think so. Now stop talking about work and let me make you come," he commanded.
I heard the tearing of the condom package and the rolling of the latex. Oliver slicked his penis through my folds, teasing me. I shifted my hips, anticipating his entry. He did it a few more times before thrusting hard inside me. A soft moan escaped my lips as he filled me, stretching my walls with his girth.
"Yes, yes, I love when you’re inside me."
"And I love to be inside you. It’s my favorite place to be."
He grabbed my hips, pumping steadily, his pelvis slapping against my ass, the denim of his jeans rubbing against my skin. He gently spanked me and reached around to rub my clit, but I pushed his hand away.
“I don’t need that,” I panted.
“But it will make you come quicker because I’m on the edge right now.”
I relented and he rubbed me three times before I climaxed, squeezing his cock as he grunted through his orgasm. He bent over me, moved the hair from my neck and kissed at the nape, inhaling my scent in his nose.
"I don’t know if it’s the hormones or your maturity, but you smell good enough to eat," Oliver muttered, his lips grazing my neck.
I let out a content sigh. “You always say that.”
“This is different. Your scent has changed. I love it. I’m not sure I want to go back to the office because I quite like being here alone with you,” he said, his voice dropping an octave.
“But I go into the office a few times a week,” I reminded him, feeling the tension in the room shift.
