CHAPTER 53 #2
“Just let your body feel,” I tell her. “What do you want to do?”
“Whatever pleases you,” she answers so quickly I smirk in response and graze her cheek with my thumb.
“Do you want to touch yourself?” I ask, knowing the answer.
“Yes, please,” she says and, fuck, I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
“Do it.”
Olivia reacts to my demand by sliding her hand into her panties. I watch her fingers work under the soft cotton fabric while she rolls her hips. Taking her jaw in my hand, I tap my leaking cock to her lips. Her tongue darts out to taste the precum that waits for her there.
“Good girl. Now open your mouth for me,” I say in an even tone.
She does what I say as the barbell at the crown of my dick nudges her lips. Her tongue darts out to trace it and my head tips back. Christ, she feels good. I pull her bottom lip down.
“Lick,” I grit out. Her tongue drags all the way from my base to my crown, and then I’m sliding into the wet heat of her mouth as her fingers continue to work against her clit. She responds instantly to my movement, taking me as deep as she can.
“Now suck, my little slut.”
My eyes roll back as she hollows her cheeks with a moan. Her mouth feels like fucking heaven.
With every deep thrust of my hips, her mouth relaxes a little more, until she’s moaning and drooling around my cock, her red lipstick coating me.
I watch her suck me in deep as pleasure builds in my balls, tightening when she moans around me again, her fingers still working her dripping little cunt.
“Don’t you dare come,” I growl, gently removing her hand from her pussy.
She whimpers with the loss as I regretfully pull my cock from her mouth and lift her up, carrying her to my bedroom and depositing her on my bed when we arrive.
I pull her soaked panties from her body.
This woman, my submissive little beauty, might be the damn death of me. But I wouldn’t want it any other way.
“Now lie back for me, spread your thighs, and feed me my messy little cunt.”
Olivia’s still blindfolded, butt-naked, when her legs fall open, and fuck that makes me even harder. The way she submits to me makes me feel like her fucking king. I’m crazed, almost animalistic, as I watch her wait so patiently for me to claim her.
Not yet. The masochist in me takes over as I slide a finger into her. She clenches around me as I pump it in and out, my tongue dancing over her clit until she’s writhing, begging. I slow my pace, pulling back just as she nears the edge.
“Asher …” She’s pleading with me now, but I’m in a haze. Sucking each nipple into my mouth, I finger-fuck her until the sounds of her wet cunt and the rain on the metal roof fill the room.
“I can’t wait anymore … Ash … please let me. I need to come!” she cries out as I continue to stroke her G-spot.
“That’s it, my good girl, you’re gonna gush down my fingers. Let fucking go, kitten.” A rumble builds in my chest as I grind my cock into the mattress, aching to fuck.
“Asher!” she cries out, soaking my bed as I dip down to suction my lips around her swollen clit while she rides her high.
“I never … I never … What happened?” she asks breathlessly, my hand and my sheets covered with her cum.
“You showed me how my good little toy can soak the bed.” I kiss her. “Now you’re gonna soak my cock.”
“More …” Olivia orders. And she doesn’t have to tell me twice. I lift her up and place her on her knees on the bed. Climbing up behind her, I slide my aching cock between her swollen pussy lips. The sight of her heart-shaped ass framing my dick is …
“So fucking pretty …” I murmur as I help guide her hands. “Grab the headboard, Livi girl.” I slide through her again, gripping her full hips. “And beg me.”
I notch the head of my cock that first euphoric fucking inch. She’s so fucking wet, so warm, and I’m the one who’s close to begging. But I know she gets off on being told what to do. “Beg your fucking king, baby.”
“Please,” she whispers so softly it’s almost an inaudible pant. She sucks in a breath. “Please, sir. I’ll be such a good little slut, I promise. Just make me come again.”
Fucking hell. The rush of adrenaline that courses through my blood with her dirty words sends me reeling. I grab her hips and sheath my cock into her with one deep thrust, and we both groan together with the feeling.
Olivia wastes no time, rocking back onto my dick, fucking herself, desperate again already.
I give her just what she needs, holding myself steady while I wind my hand in her hair for leverage.
Every time I fill her, every time I sink my cock deep, I fuck away any man who’s ever laid their hands on her, any man who’s ever wanted her, hurt her, or thought they could have her for themselves.
“Tell me who this pussy belongs to.” I don’t hold back, driving into her relentlessly as she fists the sheets. “Who this body belongs to.”
“You. It’s all yours …” she cries out as I steady myself, letting her rock back on my cock.
“That’s right … now fuck me,” I tell her as she grips the sheets with a long, strangled moan and I still completely.
“Show me how much you want to come for me, greedy girl.” Her whole body shudders as she moves, taking what she wants.
And Christ, it’s so beautiful. Her ass ripples as it slaps against my balls, her back arching, her pussy tightly clenching.
She moans my name, and as I slide my hand over her hip and pinch her clit, she screams it.
My body responds in the most visceral way at the sound. Flames fly through me, up my hips, and the raw and uncontrollable current between us pulses us as I pull her up. Her warm back rests against my chest and I whisper softly into her ear.
“Remember this … Every fucking fantasy you have, Liv, it’s yours.
” I crush my mouth to hers until I’m coming so fucking hard I see stars.
I let myself spill into her, feeling myself break with her as she falls apart all over me, dripping down me.
I fall into a million little pieces as I hold her tight.
The dread of losing her still courses through me, and I wonder if there will ever be a day it doesn’t.
But I know now, without any doubt, that every single broken piece of me belongs to her.