Chapter 41 Nova
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“Oh god,” I gasped as Ollie’s tongue pressed against my sensitive nub.
He was making good on every word he’d promised earlier about making tonight unforgettable.
I was sprawled across the bed, naked, slick with sweat, my body trembling beneath his touch as his tongue worked me with unrelenting precision.
“How much are you going to miss me?”
“So much,” I rasped as his strong, thick hands gripped the outside of my thighs, holding me steady as I unraveled beneath him.
“You think Daddy can survive months without this?” he growled. “Without the way you taste? The way you drip for me?”
I whimpered, rolling my hips against his face as he devoured me.
“These thighs,” he groaned, kissing the inside of one. “I’ll miss how they tremble. How they squeeze around me when you’re begging to come.”
“Ollie . . .” I moaned, my voice cracking, my body trembling beneath him.
“I’ll miss your tits.” He flicked his tongue over my swollen clit. “The way you arch your back when I suck on them. I’ll miss how they bounce when I fuck you into the mattress.”
“Oh god, please.” I dug my nails into the bed, desperate for more.
His lips curved against me in a wicked smirk as he pulled back, his broad shoulders flexing as he sat up on his knees.
I could barely focus, the throbbing ache between my legs demanding attention, but I trailed my gaze over his chest, his abs, and lower—to the thick, rigid length of him. My breath hitched at the sight.
“Please, Daddy . . .” My voice was barely a whisper, my need overwhelming.
He wrapped his hand around himself, stroking slowly, deliberately, his eyes dark and locked on mine. “You’re so pretty when you beg.” His voice was low and rough. “But I want to see how desperate you can really get.”
I whimpered, my hips shifting of their own accord, seeking relief that only he could give. But he didn’t move closer. He stayed there, towering over me like a god of temptation, his scruff-covered jaw ticking as he watched me squirm.
“Spread those legs wider for me,” he ordered, his tone commanding, and I obeyed instantly.
He leaned forward then, dragging his cock through my slick folds, teasing me with its thickness. My body arched off the bed, a cry of frustration and need escaping my lips as he paused, hovering at my entrance.
“I could bury myself inside you right now,” he murmured, his voice like gravel, his lips brushing my ear. “But where’s the fun in that?”
“Please,” I gasped, tears of desperation welling in my eyes.
“I want to feel you clench around me. I want to watch you come undone while I pump you so full of me, you’ll feel me leaking out of you for days.”
“Oh god . . .”
The words set my entire body on fire, and I bucked against him, desperate for him to stop teasing and claim me the way only he could.
“Please,” I choked out, tears slipping down my temples. “I need you.”
He growled low in his throat, the sound primal, possessive, as he finally pushed forward, his thick length stretching me inch by inch. “That’s it,” he rasped, his voice strained with control. “Take me, baby. Let Daddy fill this perfect little pussy of his.”
I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he seated himself fully inside me, his hips flush against mine. He stayed there for a moment, pressing on my stomach as if he could feel how deep he was inside me.
“Feel that?” he said, his eyes dark and blazing as he stared down at me. “Feel how deep I am? I’m gonna fuck you so good. Gonna make sure you’re so full of me, you’ll be begging me to do it again.”
My legs trembled as he pulled out and knelt over me.
He stroked himself, his cock glistening with my wetness.
“You think I’m going to forget this pussy?
” His eyes blazed as his hand moved faster.
“Fuck, no. I’m going to be here, jerking off, thinking about how tight you are. How perfect you take me.”
I whined, my legs trembling as I lay there, dripping and empty, aching for him to fill me again. “Please—”
“No. You want to go to America? Fine. But you’ll remember this. Every time you touch yourself, you’ll think about me. About how this cock is the only one that can ruin you.”
“Daddy,” I sobbed, my fingers already sliding between my thighs, desperate for relief.
“Good girl,” he rasped, his hand moving faster now, his breath hitching as his cock twitched in his grip. “Look at you, so fucking wet for me. Touch yourself. Let me see you come one last time, dripping for me while I come all over this perfect fucking body.”
I obeyed, my fingers working my clit faster as my moans filled the room.
His groans grew louder, his cock twitching in his hand as he leaned forward, his release spilling hot and thick across my stomach.
The sight of him losing control pushed me over the edge, my body arching as I came hard, crying out his name.
Breathing heavily, he collapsed beside me, but his hand didn’t still. He scooped up the mess he’d left on my skin and slowly pushed it inside me.
“A reminder,” he murmured, voice rough against my ear. “You’ll never forget this . . . and neither will I.”
The room was thick with the scent of us, the air still humming with the intensity of what we’d shared. His body was heavy beside me, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath.
I rolled onto my side, facing him. His eyes were softer, the fierce dominance replaced with something more vulnerable. I reached out, tracing the line of his jaw.
“You know I don’t want to leave,” I whispered.
“I know.” He covered my hand with his, pressing it to his cheek. “I know we’ll be together soon, but it doesn’t make it any easier.”
I swallowed hard, my heart aching as I leaned in, pressing my forehead to his. “It’s not forever,” I said, as much to myself as to him. “We’ll get through this.”
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. “First time apart,” he muttered. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to handle it.”
I nestled into his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my ear. “You’ll handle it,” I whispered. “Because we’re us. And nothing changes that.”
His arms tightened around me, and he pressed his lips against the top of my head. “I love you.” His voice cracked slightly, betraying the emotion he tried to keep hidden.
“I love you, too,” I whispered back, curling my fingers into his chest as I closed my eyes.
We stayed like that, tangled together, whispering soft I love yous into the darkness until the weight of exhaustion finally pulled us under.