Chapter 14
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
HARRISON
Having Olive’s curvy body draped over me is the best and worst torture I’ve ever endured in all my days.
Finally, the long day catches up with me, and I fall into a deep sleep.
I’m not sure if it’s the light streaming in from the windows or if it’s the vixen in my arms that wakes me up.
Olive is still draped over my body, her warm breath even and slow against my bare skin…
except her hand that was innocently on my stomach when we first fell asleep is now on my cock, rubbing me.
I let out a groan as she gives it a little squeeze. She moans in her sleep, her hips moving in time with her teasing strokes of my cock.
Fuck.
I should stop her, especially when she starts rubbing her pussy against me, letting out breathless little moans.
I don’t stop her. Instead, I grip her ass, pushing her tighter against me as she rubs herself on me.
Her movements freeze for a moment, and I know she’s awake.
Probably taking stock of what’s happening.
Her hand on my cock squeezes lightly, and she gasps.
I answer her squeeze with one to her ass which pulls a moan from her.
I expect her to pull away, but she doesn’t. She buries her face into my chest and moves against me, rubbing her wet cunt with purpose. Her hand slips under the waistband of my underwear and grips my cock.
“Fuck, baby…”
Olive’s motions become jerky, and I know she’s close. “Can’t stop… sorry… can’t… oh God…”
“It’s okay, angel. Take what you need.” I grip her ass more firmly as she starts to shake under my grip. In seconds, her orgasm crashes into her, sweeping her away on a low moan of pure bliss.
She collapses against me, replete. Her hand still gripping my cock but no longer stroking as she recovers from her release.
She pulls her hand from my boxers, and I groan.
I won’t lie; I feel monumental amounts of relief when she pushes my underwear down past my cock, gasping as I spring free for her.
Olive moves so fast I don’t have time to stop her before she’s straddling my hips, her wet panties pressed against my aching cock.
Her hands slap down on my chest, and her eyes meet mine.
Bright blue and hungry. Feeling her wet pussy on top of me is heaven.
I can tell she’s completely soaked through her panties.
My hands go to her hips. I tell myself it’s to hold her still, to stop this madness before I give in to it, but I’m not strong enough.
I don’t think any man would be. Not with Olive’s pink lips parted on a moan, her nipples pebbled under her barely-there top, her panties practically glued to her wet pussy.
No. I don’t stop her. I encourage her. My hands grip her tight, and I thrust up against her. She moans my name, and precum spills from my tip. Olive reaches between us and slides her panties to the side, and then it’s nothing but hot, wet pussy against the underside of my bare cock.
“Fuck, Olive, baby. We’ve gotta stop.” I plead for mercy.
“I want you, Harrison. Take me. I’m yours.”
Her words are a match to gasoline. There isn’t a bit of restraint left in me. I roll us until she’s flat on her back, gasping for breath at the quick change in position. I hover over her, my thick cock resting in the cradle of her thighs. A snake ready to strike at the slightest provocation.
“If we do this, there’s no going back. You’ll be all mine. No one else can have you.”
She nods her understanding, but I need more. I need her words.
“Tell me what you want, Olive. Say the words so there aren’t any misunderstandings between us,” I growl.
“I want you. Make me yours. Fuck me…” Those last two words are murmured shyly but are powerful enough to have my cock aching to do just that.
I can tell she expects me to just plunge into her, but I won’t do that.
Not to my sweet virgin. She deserves better no matter how much she wants it fast and hard.
I pull her shirt up and off her body. Her sexy little tits bounce free, and my cock leaks more precum.
My hands cup her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples into hard peaks.
Olive gasps and moans, wordlessly begging me for more.
“You’re so fucking responsive.”
My mouth comes down on one of her berry pink nipples. I lick it, then suck the bud into my mouth, lashing it with my tongue. Her fingers weave into my hair, tugging the strands, her hips pressing up, reminding me how ready she is.
I don’t give in to the temptation. Instead, I kiss my way down her belly, pausing to lick a circle around her belly button.
She giggles and gasps, tugging my hair to move me away from the ticklish spot.
I kiss across her hips from one side to the other, avoiding the sweet heaven between her thighs.
I make quick work of removing her panties, tossing them aside.
I settle between her thighs, my mouth poised just above her.
“Please…” she gasps.
I blow a warm stream of air along her pink slit, and she jerks at the tease, whimpering.
So fucking responsive.
I want to take it slow but seeing her sweet pussy wet and ready for me has my mouth watering and my control slipping.
It’s impossible to convince myself to slow down, especially with my cock practically begging me to hurry it up.
I drop my mouth to her sweetness, licking her from top to bottom and back again.
Her fingers grip my hair tightly. I have to pin her to the bed to keep her from writhing beneath my touch.
Giving up on going slow, I lick and suck at her clit, loving her reactions.
I circle her clit with my tongue, trying different touches until I find the one that has her moaning my name and fighting against my hold.
I lick her tight little hole, knowing that it’s going to be a tight fit.
My cock drips thinking about how she’s going to fit around me.
I slip a finger into her tightness, then another, stretching her.
The last thing I want is to hurt her. No, this will be nothing but pleasure for my woman.
I thrust my fingers into her, finding that rough patch of skin that has her back arching. I rub that spot relentlessly as I suck her clit. Within moments her back is arching and her lips are parted on a moan.
“That’s it, Olive. Fucking come for me,” I command.
That’s all it takes for her to combust. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, and her clit throbs under my tongue. I lick her straight through her orgasm and slowly start to build her up again. When she’s dangling on the edge, I back off, wanting her to crave that release more than anything.
I reach for my discarded pants and pull a condom from my wallet. I push off my boxers and roll on the condom. I kneel between her legs, my cock looking huge compared to her.
“You sure about this?”
She nods. “Yes. I’ve never been more sure.”
I take her for her word and notch my cock at her entrance. I slowly push inside, determined to make this good for her. I push in inch by inch, retreating and thrusting, stretching her until she’s taking every inch.
“Fuck, angel, you’re so tight…”
Olive makes some kind of inarticulate noise that I take for encouragement because those bright blue eyes of hers are heavy-lidded and dilated from pleasure. If I had any doubts, those are blown away when she wraps her legs around me and starts moving with me.
“Oh God…” she moans at the tight fit as she takes me even deeper. I freeze inside her, giving her time to adjust to the new angle and depth. Olive’s nails dig into my back as she wriggles beneath me. “Move… please… don’t stop…”
I crush my lips to hers, owning her mouth as I pull my hips back then thrust back inside.
Over and over, I move inside her tight sheathe.
Olive comes alive under me. She follows my lead, rolling her hips with my movements.
Her fingernails dig into me, a silent threat for if I decide to slow down or stop.
What she doesn’t realize is that we are beyond that now.
There’s no stopping. No pausing. No holding back.
My reservations from just last night are gone.
Yes, the reality of her getting too attached is still there, but I can’t find the worry I’ve been carrying around since I found out that she’s a virgin.
I don’t do relationships and taking the virginity of a woman Olive’s age usually signifies a relationship or at the least the promise of one.
Those thoughts don’t seem nearly as suffocating as they once did.
Some insane part of me likes the idea of keeping Olive all to myself and not just for sex.
I like her. She’s funny and sweet and smart.
She’s quick-witted and independent—everything I would want in a match.
Rita would just love knowing that, wouldn’t she?
I push the thoughts away, wanting to stay in this moment with Olive.
Wanting to focus on the hot squeeze of her cunt around my cock, the way her hips roll underneath mine.
My balls draw up, and my spine tingles. I’m on the verge of release, but I refuse to go without her.
Olive will always get hers first. Always.
I slip my thumb between her folds, finding her clit. I stroke her with purpose until she’s writhing underneath me, and her pussy is squeezing me in a vise.
“I’m gonna come,” Olive moans. “So close…”
“That’s it, angel,” I say, my voice rough with lust. “Come all over my cock.”
“Yesssss…” she hisses.
Her pussy locks down on me, and her back arches as she comes for me. The last of my sanity slips away, and I start to pound into her virgin-tight pussy. My cock shuttling in and out of her like it owns her because it fucking does.