Chapter 8
Chapter eight
Olive
Quaking with my first ever orgasm. I jump in shock when Gage slides down my body and parts my thighs. He’s on a mission, diving headfirst for my pussy, lapping at me like a man, dying of thirst in the desert.
“God, you taste amazing,” he growls into my molten core.
His tongue finds a rhythm, keeping me right on the edge as he sucks my clit with renewed vigor.
If I think about what’s going on for too long, I’ll be embarrassed that there’s a man between my legs; instead, I allow myself to just feel.
Pleasure grows deep in my belly, readying me for it to crest once more.
This is a dream I never want to wake from. First escaping the mafia, then finding a man so perfect, kind... not to mention, hot as sin. My mouth nearly went dry when he opened the door. I don’t know what I was thinking, throwing myself at him like this.
But the ends justify the means. The very idea that he wants to keep me should terrify me after everything I’ve been through, but it makes me thankful.
Hopeful.
No place has ever felt as safe as his home, which is wild, considering I only got here a few hours ago.
Something about this man makes me want to believe in goodness, love, and a reality where I don’t need to watch my every step.
If Katarina trusts him, so do I. And for once, I’m going to follow my instincts and do what makes me happy.
He gives my clit a nip, bringing my focus back to his beautiful face, now covered in my juices.
Gage’s eyes pin me in place, and I can’t escape the pleasure he draws from me with each suck.
My hips fly up and down, incoherent sounds pouring from my lips.
His tongue’s the spark that ignites the furnace of my desire; another wave of pleasure builds within my core.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I chant, already nearing the precipice. I never knew anything could feel this good, and I want to exist in this moment forever.
He chuckles against my skin, then demands, “Come for me again.” His dark eyes latch onto mine as he sucks my sensitive nub deep into his mouth and flicks it rapidly with his tongue.
I couldn’t hold back even if I wanted to.
Pleasure hits me, flooding my core and making my legs shake.
I scream out lustily, and Gage drinks up every last drop.
My pussy clenches around nothing, and it’s the most exquisite agony. A fire is lit within me. Burning. I want it all, every second, every rush. I want him, for the two of us to become one, not knowing where I end and he begins.
“Please, more. I need you inside me,” I beg, wantonly, unable to stop the undulations of my body.
I may be a virgin, but there’s one thing for certain: I’ve never wanted to have sex more than I do in this moment, and I need it to be with Gage.
Don Farrelli took away my choices, my freedom.
He warped my mind and body—threatened me more times than I can count.
That evil man wanted to steal this piece of me, but I got away.
And now I want nothing more than to give my virginity freely to the man I already know is my soul mate, my forever.
Gage kneels between my thighs, staring at me like something precious.
In his hands, I feel like I matter. “Are you sure, Olive?” he asks, “Once we do this, there’s no going back.
I meant when I said you’d be mine forever.
” He acts as if it’s a threat, but all I can hear is the promise of joy, happiness, safety, and a man who will worship my mind, body, and soul. How did I ever get so lucky?
His tip nudges my entrance, waiting for my consent, and I give it wholeheartedly. “Yes, forever,” I tell him, lifting my hips and pushing the tip inside. I moan at the stretch, the sensation alarmingly intense.
“Fuck, I am not a good enough man to turn you down, but I promise I will take care of you. Always,” he pledges before pulling his hips back and thrusting forward.
Gage enters me. He seats himself with one deep thrust, filling me completely and breaking my hymen so fast, I barely register the pain.
My pussy ripples around him as I adjust to the size. He stares down at me with awe.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, reaching down to rub my already sensitive clit. The pleasure takes away the sting, making me arch up, seeking more pressure. A bead of sweat appears on his forehead as my sweet man attempts to hold still, but time is a thing I don’t want or need from him.
“Because I didn’t want you to stop. Now, get going,” I joke, giving his thigh a little slap.
With a dark chuckle, he circles my clit until I moan, wetness flooding my core.
Clenching around him, I buck, forcing his cock in and out until he can’t help but move.
I meet him thrust for thrust as he rocks his hips, pulling his thick cock out a little then pressing forward.
Every movement drags me higher and higher, the sting completely gone as I adjust to his considerable size. “More!”
“Fuck, you fit me like a glove. Perfect. Hot. Wet.” His praise and adoration fill me with joy. His hips start to move faster, his cock hitting a part deep inside that makes me see stars. “You’re gonna come again. I can feel you fluttering. Let go. Soar high.”
Gage drives in and out, building a rhythm that quickens my pulse and makes my heart hammer.
Each time our bodies slap together, he hits a pleasure center within my body that makes my vision haze.
Before I know it, my whole body’s shaking, on the verge of a tsunami of pleasure I’ve never experienced before.
He rubs my clit in circles, timed perfectly with his thrusts.
I cry out, saying words I don’t even know existed.
My man’s feral and passionate, I’ll never get enough.
The edge lies before me, and I can’t hold back another second. “I’m coming,” I cry out, “Oh God, I’m coming.” Every nerve ending in my body becomes electric, hypersensitive. I feel like I’m on fire before earth-shattering orgasmic bliss washes over me.
Gage is right there with me. He shouts out his own release and wave after wave of his essence splashes my pussy, warming me from the inside out.
I never knew anything could feel this good.
Goodbye, virginity. Hello, forever. My legs and arms grow limp, weary from the exertion, but the smile remains on my face.
Gage slumps, pressing kisses everywhere he can reach.
“You’re amazing,” he says.
“I love you.” The words slip from my lips. It’s way too soon, yet I can’t hold them back. His mouth crashes down onto mine, devouring me whole before he lifts his lips and says the words I’m longing to hear.
“I love you, too, baby. Always. We’re going to have a wonderful life together.” His cock twitches inside me, and my eyes widen as he hardens once more.
“Again?” I ask with excitement, and he chuckles.
“Anything for you.”