Chapter 32
THIRTY-TWO
nate
It took everything in me not to tell her she could keep me. Olivia might think this is temporary, but I knew it wasn’t; only time and patience would get her there.
Patience was next to impossible with a painful, raging hard on. I’d already begged for her help with that situation, but she was taking the long way there. This woman—so fucking confident in her body.
“Strip,” Olivia demanded.
“Work for it.”
“Game on. You know I’ve never been one to lie there and let the man do all the work.”
Olivia tugged my shirt over my head and rewarded me with a sharp inhale as she stared, that sexy bite of her lower lip only hinted at what she was thinking.
“As much as I love your hands all over me, I’m a little needy right now.”
“You mentioned.” She dropped to her knees in front of me, tossing her shirt on the floor next to mine.
“Shit—you dressed up for me again.”
“Keep looking at me like that, and I will always dress up for you.”
I fingered the strap of the black lace bra that prevented my access to her perfect tits. “I like what’s under there better.”
Her eyes locked with mine as she reached around and undid the hooks on her bra. Her heavy tits bounced free, her nipples tight little buds.
“Fuck—”
“Me,” she said, finishing my sentence and giving me a sexy little grin.
Her fingertips dipped back under my waistband, tickling the flesh right above it. Still not doing anything to relieve the pressure that had built in my groin.
“I’m not gonna make it there if you keep teasing me. Don’t make me embarrass myself by coming in my pants.”
“Oh, no. That’s not gonna happen. This time, I get to taste you. Fair warning, Nate, I like almost everything. A little hard, a little rough, with a slight tinge of pain? Hell fucking yes. And for this first round, I’ll start, but you’re going to need to take over.”
She removed my shorts as she spoke, eyes widening when she took in my erection. Who would have ever thought a woman would look so hungry with a dick in her face?
Her tongue flicked over the head of my cock, and she sighed happily when she tasted the bead of pre-cum.
“You like that?”
“Mmm, love,” she said, her tongue rewarding me as she swirled around my head, teasing. Her small hand gripped the base of my cock as she moved to lick and suck the shaft. “Don’t hold back, when you’re ready, you cum wherever the fuck you want. My tits, my face, down my throat—do it, okay?”
I nodded and did my best to swallow the lump in my throat. This woman was a fucking dream I never knew enough to have. “What about you?”
“Oh, don’t you worry about me—I’m not gonna last long either this round.”
With that, her mouth covered my cock, taking me as deep as her little mouth allowed. My eyes rolled back into my head, fists sinking into those wild curls. I wrapped her hair up in my fist and tugged her head back. “Eyes on me, baby. I need to know you’re okay. Alright?”
She nodded, head bobbing on my cock. Her hands moved around to my ass as she wordlessly encouraged me to pump in and out of her mouth.
Her hot mouth and tongue were almost enough for me to lose it right there.
As I built a rhythm, her hands moved to her body.
One hand cupped her tits as the other slipped into her shorts.
Fuck me, I should have made her take those off so I could see what she was doing. But between her moans on my cock and the sounds I heard coming from between her legs, she was drenched.
“You need this quick and dirty?”
“Mmm.” The vibration against my cock almost pushed me over the edge, surely quicker than she wanted.
“You’re so fucking hot, Olivia. Shit, I’m so close.”
Her answering whimper had my balls tightening as a sensation tingled at the base of my spine.
I fucked into her mouth, fighting to hold on to control, but when her body shook with her orgasm, and her deep throaty moans turned feral, I emptied into her.
She sighed, contented as she swallowed everything I gave to her.
I pulled out; her spit dripped off the head of my cock, and I rubbed it around her lips. She licked her lips, eyes still hungry.
“You need more, don’t you, baby?”
She nodded, not a hint of shyness. “Yes—”
“Take those shorts off and get on the couch.”
She moved to lie down.
“No, sit on the edge. It’s time for me to get on my knees and worship you.”
I kneeled between her legs, spreading them wide. The other night, we’d kept the lights low and had only experienced through our other senses. “Such a beautiful pussy.”
She practically glowed as I praised her. “Are you going to tease me?”
“Not for long, just taking my time to see what’s on my plate before I eat.”
“You surprise me, Nate.”
I twirled the curls that she kept perfectly manicured between her thighs. “Why?” My gaze went to hers.
“My expectations never match who you are.”
“Maybe it’s time to drop those expectations and see me for who I am?”
She stilled, and in that moment I swore she did. God, baby, see me as a fucking man capable of giving you everything you want in life. A man, not a boy, not the fucking rookie who needed a babysitter.
The spell broke. “I thought you were hungry?”
I might technically have one of the strongest and fastest swings in the American League, but with Olivia spread out in front of me, with the most beautiful pussy in the world, which was there for me to take, I caved. I let her keep the emotional distance—but man, that pussy tasted fucking amazing.