Chapter 7
7
VICTOR
M y cock’s never been this hard before. Days of torture from the images my mind has conjured of Olivia, plus her actual teasing and taunting, have driven me mad with lust.
Now I get to experience her in full and empty my balls inside Olivia’s womb.
Without breaking the kiss she started, Olivia adjusts herself until she’s standing on her knees at my side. What’s far more pleasing is the fact that her hand hasn’t moved from my erection.
She grabs the back of my neck with her free hand and locks me into the kiss while she continues to work my shaft with increasing pace and force until I’m writhing in her grip and moaning into her mouth. She grins against my lips before pulling away. She starts moving again, but so lost in the haze of pleasure and dripping desire, I don’t realize what she’s doing until she’s kicked one leg over my body, and she’s sitting on my chest.
And when I open my eyes, I realize how far away I have drifted. Though my absence was brief, Olivia managed to take off her panties without me realizing. And now, her clean-shaven cunt is inches from my face, begging for round two of my tongue lashing.
With her hand behind my neck, Olivia guides my head toward her slickness, and I oblige without a care in this world. Fuck, she could drown me in these liquids, and I’d die a happy man.
“Who knew that mouth of yours was good at so much more than just charming my pants off?” She’s teasing me? Right now? Hardly seems fair when I can’t defend myself.
Who am I kidding? She can say whatever she damn pleases right now. There’s no way I’m moving my tongue away from her delicious nectar.
“That feels so good, baby,” Olivia groans and starts moving her hips in time with her hand thrusts and my tongue strokes.
We’re in perfect sync. A harmonious machine with the sole purpose of delivering orgasmic pleasure.
Olivia stops her stroking, and she takes off what little clothing she has. She discards it to my side, and the view from down here is fucking superb. I can see her lips part as she squeaks out her various sounds. The tantalizing movement of her voluptuous breasts bouncing as she grinds against my face. More importantly, her flat tummy that won’t stay this way for long.
It’s this thought that sends me into a wild frenzy. My hands dart towards her tits, with one starting massaging the mound while the other starts teasing the pointy bud of her nipple.
I roll out the flat pad of my tongue as Olivia slides her soaked pussy over it. When she reaches the top of her motion, I slide the tip of my tongue inside her tight, wet hole, and as she pulls herself back down, I lash it over her engorged nub.
Between moans and latching onto fistfuls of my hair to steady herself, Olivia runs her palm up and down her tongue. She giggles in delight as she sends the now-wet hand back to my shaft and wraps it around my overly sensitive tip. She rolls her palm over it while awkwardly leaning back to send her free hand to my balls.
The view’s only getting better, it seems, as now I have a full body shot—from her clit all the way to her face that’s scrunching up in delight. And had it not been for my mouth being so preoccupied, I’d be screaming from just her hands.
Then it hits me.
If this is the magic her hands can do, what’s this sweet pussy going to feel like?
It looks like I’ll get my answer sooner than expected when her body starts to shake, and she can hardly keep her leaned-back position upright. She’s on the verge of climax, only this time, she’s doing it with my cock firmly in her grip. And with her limbs rattling haphazardly, her fist thrusting forces a thunderous growl out of my mouth against her soaked flesh.
Desperate, needy whimpers replace the moans from seconds before. Her legs tighten against me, squeezing so tightly it nearly forces all the air out of my lungs.
That’s it. Come for me.
Olivia flings herself forward and wraps both her palms around my face. A mix of moans, groans, and attempts to catch her breath emit in quick succession as she hits her high and melts into the pure bliss of an orgasm.
When she makes her way back to Earth from her place among the stars, Olivia’s eyes snap onto mine. Her hapless panting can’t stop the grin stretching across her red-flushed cheeks.
“You sure do know how to treat a woman, Mr. Valentine,” she says, sliding her hand down my body again to latch onto my girth. No stroking this time, she just keeps it pinned in place.
“What can I say?” My words come out muffled with her crotch still against my face. She giggles and lifts her hips to hear what I’m saying better. “You bring out the best in me.”
“Is that so?” A devious twinkle flashes in her deep blue eyes. “Well, maybe it’s time you show me the worst.”
In one swift motion, Olivia sinks her body down the length of mine, and as if it were some choreographed move, the tip of my manhood slips inside her with ease.
A choked noise catches in the back of my throat at the sudden feeling of tightness suffocating my cock. I swing my arms around Olivia and latch onto her as if I’m about to fall through the floor.
To stop myself from sputtering the same sounds over and over, I bury my face between her tits and make my tongue get back to work. Long licks across the warm skin come to an end as I suck one of her nipples into my mouth. I tease it with a gentle graze from my teeth, forcing another wild howl out of her before lapping over it with my tongue.
In the short time we’ve known each other, I’ve pictured this moment a thousand times. Played it on repeat in my head as some way to ready my body for our first time together.
But there was no preparation for how fucking amazing she felt engulfing me. It’s like the first lick of ice cream on a hot summer’s day. That smell of flowers in the springtime when the ice thaws. Fuck, it’s all those pretty things and so much better all at once.
Maybe I’m the one who’s falling in love.
Olivia digs her free hand into my chest, bundling my shirt in a tight fist as she adjusts to my size, expanding her entrance. She sucks in short, deep breaths, taking her time to move lower. And where I want to bask in the beauty of this moment, stay here with the beautiful thoughts she inspires inside me, her movements aren’t doing me any favors.
Every inch she sinks tickles my brain and pushes me closer to the edge of primal savagery. And like my ancestors of old, it’s crying out for the only important thing in this life:
Mate. Multiply. Flood this world with your offspring.
I start trailing kisses up her chest and into the crook of her neck as she finds the confidence to take me in deeper. Peppering more pecks up her damp flesh, my kisses stop against her earlobe, and I suck it into my mouth to a giddy ah from Olivia.
“You’re mine now, Olivia.” I snarl as every muscle in my body tightens, threatening sweet release. “And I don’t like to share.”
Her big eyes roll to the back of her head as she speaks. “Yours. All yours.”
Getting used to my size, Olivia starts rocking her hips back and forth. Still slow, taking her time and not rushing into anything. But the more I speak, the deeper she sinks into my pit of depravity.
“My woman. My Goddess.” For the first time since she dropped onto me, I start moving my body in time with hers. I slide my hands onto her hips, replacing the rocking with the first slow thrust. Pulling nearly all the way out before sliding inch by glorious inch back inside her gooey core.
“The mother of my children.” I’ve gotta tell her at some point, right? Why not when I’m about to make this dream come true?
She squeals delightedly at my last utterance and clasps my face with both hands. From eye rolling to a deeply giddy stare, with a beaming smile, Olivia asks, “Are you serious?”
“More than you could realize.” I can’t muster the same excitement while fighting the urge to lose control.
“Then do it.” She drops her face to mine and starts kissing me. “Fuck me. Spill your come into me. Fill me up and make me yours.”
Hearing her say the words I’m so desperate to hear, I can’t hold back anymore. I tighten my grip on her, and though I try to keep the first few thrusts in the same timid rhythm as my first, they’re quickly replaced by our bodies slamming violently against one another.
“Claimed.” My pace increases, and the sound of our flesh slapping sends me into blind obedience to fill her to the brim.
“Fucked.” The second word brings me right to the edge of orgasm. It’s a miracle I’ve lasted this long.
“Impregnated.” My final word trails off into a monumental roar that echoes throughout the apartment. And the same coil spring that formed and began its tightening the first night we spent together releases in an explosion of my seed shooting inside Olivia.
“Oh fuck, it’s so hot. It feels so good inside me,” Olivia mutters, still gyrating her hips over my cock and extracting every ounce of pleasure she can take from me.
When she’s satisfied and no doubt exhausted from exploding on top of me a handful of times, Olivia crumbles forward and kisses me. It’s a gentle, tender surprise. Starkly contrasting against the feral creature who initiated this dance of delights.
She parts from our kiss to rest her head against my chest, not once making any effort to remove my cock from her depths. Every now and then, an involuntary flex makes her jump and yelp the cutest sound I’ve ever fucking heard.
It doesn’t take long for Olivia to fall asleep in my arms, with her head resting over my heart. And as I feel the gentle lull of slumber beckoning me closer, all I can do is smile.
For the first time in my life, I feel happy. Truly happy.
It’s all her fault.
And I never want it to end.