Chapter 42Olivia
Olivia
The twilight of the living room encases us when he lays me flat on the carpet. My arms push outward to fan the blanket under my body, only for him to stand above me.
Hunger seizes his irises, his sodden hair tangled madly atop his head. I bend my knees, opening my legs while my fingers vaguely comb through my damp locks. My panties pool with liquid heat, nipples cutting through the wet lace of my bra as my chest pumps through worn breaths.
He drags his black boxer briefs down, the brick accent wall around the wood burning stove peeking behind him. I lick my lips, my hands now fondling my inner thighs as I whisper, “How do you want me?”
His feet step out of his underwear while he fists his steel cock. “Show me those gorgeous tits,” he rasps, “and play with them.”
My eyelids hood when I creep my hands behind me, unclasping the garment to reveal my breasts to his starving eyes. I swallow thickly, my eyes sinking to his chiseled chest and glistening abs.
The shiny ripples of his stomach kick my palms to my tits. I roll my aching nipples between my fingers, each tweak filling the sweet puddle in my panties, and he drops to his knees.
His eyes gloss with lust as they land on me, rough fingers hooking into my panty waistline. Then his corded forearms work over me, skimming the material down my body.
I maneuver my legs so he can discard the fabric, kneading my breasts harder when he stretches his arm over to the beige couch.
“Lift your hips,” he murmurs. “You want to know how I want you?”
My bottom lip tucks between my teeth as I raise my butt, the wool gently grating my back as I do.
Goosebumps scatter across my flesh when he inserts a throw pillow under me.
My ass sinks down into the microfiber, my hands dropping to my thighs as my pulse skyrockets.
Then his palm covers my throat, his lips brushing along mine as he delivers his next words.
“You’re a pillow princess. That’s it,” he says.
“Sit there, look pretty, and tremble around my cock.” He wags his head tauntingly.
“That’s your one and only job right now. ”
His free palm slaps my dripping sex, my body jolting on wide eyes. I vacuum in a breath, nodding when he peels off me to cradle my left calf in his hand. He cranes it over his shoulder, his fingers unlocking the lobster claw of the bobble chain around my ankle.
“You’re going to see me ,” he demands.
I whimper when he chucks the jewelry to the floor, my soaked sex clenching to be filled. He keeps my leg hooked over his broad shoulder, and his palms grip my waist as my slick center brushes his cock.
He takes one hand to guide himself to my entrance, the tip of him stretching my hole. “Brave girl, not holding onto something,” he breathes. “I guess you think I give a shit how sore you could get.”
His voice is taunting as he teases me with his velvet head, circling it around my engorged clit until he’s slapping it against me. I toss my head back, my hands diving to the blanket under me to clutch it between my fingers.
Both his palms return to my waist, snatching it tightly as his thumbs press into my flesh. “Because all I really care about right now is that pretty mouth singing my name on repeat like a… Good. Fucking. Girl.”
I cry out when he slams me down on him, his hard cock drilling into me simultaneously. My nails sink into the blanket as I arch my back, my lips parted toward the ceiling as he plows into me from my angled position.
The tip of his cock polishes that spongy patch, our groans and slapping skin bouncing off the walls of the room.
I incline my chin down, our savage gazes stitching together.
His abs contract with each feral thrust, his palms burying into me as he strokes that fucking euphoric mound over and over and over.
My juices greedily seep onto him, my eyelids falling languid with each merciless pump. The pressure in my lower abdomen climbs higher, like the tremors of the onset of an earthquake.
I choke out staccato breaths, sparks of light veiling any clarity. “Cade, h-hol —”
My vocal cords cut when he presses his thighs together, slipping his knees under the pillow beneath my ass. With one leg still dangling over his shoulder, he leans forward as his coarse palms cup the front of my neck.
He sinks deeper inside of me, yanking a stressed mewl from my lips at the new angle. Our brows twist in tandem, his lips curling as rapid breaths leave his chest.
One of his hands darts between us, spreading my delicate flesh so I’m forced to take all of him. My mouth parts at the delirious sensation, but he never lets up. “Breathe, you can take it,” he gasps, nudging his nose with mine. “Play with your nipples.”
I roll the stiff buds between my fingers, every inch of friction melting into bliss. The various routes of pleasure channel to my core, lathering more of my arousal onto him as my eyes hood with elation.
“Yeah, you like this?” he murmurs, his hips falling into a delicious dance.
“Yes. Don’t st—” I whimper weakly, the humming vibrations strengthening to a rumble.
His lips tease my mouth. “Whose pussy is this? Is it yours?”
I shake my head, our slick flesh grating together and enveloping me in a blazing heat.
“No? It’s not yours?” he taunts.
“N-no.” A disjointed moan leaks from my mouth, my conscience only capable of answering his second question.
His fingers curl into my hair, gently tugging before he pounds into me again. “I guess even good girls need their sweet cunt filled with a fat cock, huh? Say it,” he rasps, fucking me until he edges my nerve endings to the brink of demolition.
“T-this pussy is yours,” I pant, eyes burning with the pleasure he’s packing into me. “God, just fucking wreck it, Cade.”
The spanking of our sticky skin floods the air, his hips plunging forward manically as I squeeze my breasts. My toes curl, every limb screwing tight and ready to collapse around him when he pops the balloon of pressure.
His lips tuck, jaw fastening as he breathes through his groans. Our carnal lovemaking seeks recovery. Reclamation from our unfortunate beginning and the obstacles we’ve faced because of it.
The scent of our arousal fuses between us, and we hump our way to oblivion. His balls repeatedly spank my delicate skin, the harsh contact ringing around my swollen clit.
It’s a savagery only our souls know as we chase the crest of this sweet hill. I sink the back of my head into the blanket, Cade’s mouth greeting my throat as I surrender.
Trailing his hot lips down my exposed neck, a fire sears my skin as I await my destruction. The moment he completely crumbles every writhing piece of me.
“ Good girl ,” he whispers. “Take us to those stars, baby.”
The stars we were written in.
My back bows, the earthquake rupturing as I unravel beneath him. His fingers twist snugly into my hair, clawing for his own pinnacle until his head is plunging into the crook of my shoulder.
“ Fuucckk . God, you shake so perfectly.”
I snatch his pulsing shaft, our clammy bodies spasming in each other’s embrace. Draining each other of this chaotic love that’s been thrusted upon us. He’s buried to the hilt, and my fingers tear through his damp hair as our orgasms tangle and crash.
We collapse into one another, my leg limply sliding off Cade’s shoulder before both my hands are cupping his face.
I snuggle my legs around his lower back, crossing my ankles above his firm ass. My body jolts against the last ripples of my high, and our gummy foreheads mesh.
Our breaths collide before our eyes dart to our connection. My glimmering thighs surround his glistening shaft, and he slips himself out of me. I watch as his fingers squeeze my pussy lips, the pads of his digits scooping his excitement leaking from me.
I moan, a few final shudders rolling through me, and then he’s tracing his wet fingers along my bottom lip. “Give me somewhere to put us,” he murmurs.
Without hesitation, I stick the tip of my tongue out for him to coat with our jumbled arousal.
And as soon as the warm, tangy blend hits my taste buds, his fingers cage my chin to glue me in place.
He barely sucks us off of my tongue, just enough to invite me to the party, and pleasured whines pour from both of us.
It’s so fucking hot.
I seize his mouth, accepting his gesture as I sink farther into the floor. We’re a sticky, beautiful mess, both of us in desperate need of a shower. But I’ll be damned if I let a day pass where we aren’t bonded like this.