Olivia #2
I grind down harder, clenching around him as the waves start to crash through me. My whole body tightens, every muscle locking up as the orgasm hits me hard. It starts deep in my core and explodes outward, making my back arch and my head fall back. I groan, a raw, loud sound.
"I'm coming," I gasp. "Oh, fuck, I'm coming…"
The first pulse rips through me, making my pussy squeeze him rhythmically. I keep riding him through it, grinding and bouncing as wave after wave washes over me. My thighs tremble uncontrollably and my breath comes in short, desperate pants.
"God, yes," he groans, still thrusting up into me. "You're wrecking me, Liv."
Another powerful wave hits, even stronger than the first, making my vision blur and my fingers dig into his shoulders. My pussy flutters and clenches repeatedly, milking him as the pleasure rolls through every cell in my body.
"Fuck, it's so intense," I whimper, still moving. "It feels so good."
He keeps thrusting up into me, meeting every desperate movement of my hips. "That's it, now," he growls, and he sucks the swell of my breast.
The contractions keep coming, one after another, each one sending fresh sparks through my body. My clit throbs and head swims. I may just pass out from lack of breathing, but my God, is this incredible.
When my body calms down, I'm heaving for air, and Caleb takes over. He rolls me to my back, lying me on the couch without ever breaking contact. His dick stays lodged inside me and he pins me down, starting to thrust again.
"Oh, fuck," I gasp as he drives into me deep. "Caleb…"
He fucks me harder now, hips slapping against mine with every thrust. "God, you feel so good," he groans. His eyes lock with mine as I look up at him and whimper. I can't form words right now, but he's doing everything I want.
I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on as he pounds into me. Each thrust draws more pleasure, and every drag of his length on my g-spot makes me clench. My hands slide up his back, nails digging in as pleasure starts building again.
"Harder," I moan. "God… so much harder.”
He growls and gives me what I want, slamming into me deeper. The couch cushions creak and groan, and my body shakes so violently I feel my tits bouncing. The only thing missing is for him to slide that hand up my back and pull my hair while he whispers that I'm a good girl.
"You like this?" he asks, panting so hard. "You like when I fuck you like this?"
"Yes," I whimper. "God, yes. Don't stop… Oh, my God."
He leans down and kisses me while he keeps thrusting. I feel another orgasm starting to build, stronger this time. He has no idea what he's doing to me with every drive of his body into mine.
"Say…" I pant, so close to the edge it's not funny.
"Say what?" he purrs, biting my bottom lip.
"Say I'm a good girl," I groan, and I feel his mouth smile against mine as he drives into me harder.
"Oh, yeah?" Caleb's mouth sucks my pulse point as I keep panting. He's torturing me. I am so close.
"I'm gonna come again," I pant against his mouth. "You're gonna make me come again."
"Oh, you're such a good girl, Olivia… Let me feel that pussy milk me again."
He shifts his angle slightly and starts fucking me faster, grinding against my clit with every thrust. The pressure builds blindingly fast and I feel the first ripples of orgasm close in.
"Oh, God, right there," I moan. "Yes! I'm so close."
"Come on, Liv," he growls in restraint. "Make me a sloppy, wet mess."
The orgasm crashes over me suddenly. I moan loudly, my back arching off the couch as it hits.
"I'm coming," I gasp. "Fuck, Caleb, now."
My pussy squeezes his dick in strong pulses, as convulsions start rolling through me. I shake and moan and whimper as the pleasure tears through my body. He keeps thrusting through it, drawing it out longer and longer until I see stars and start twitching, and jerking up off the cushions.
"Fuck yes," he groans. "Oh, holy fuck, yes."
My body trembles as the contractions keep hitting, and my vision goes blurry. All I can do is hold onto him while I come.
When the waves finally start to ease, I'm panting and sweaty.
Caleb's thrusts become more urgent and less coordinated.
His body tenses and then I feel his dick swell as he starts pulsing inside me.
He groans loudly as he comes, filling me with long, strong spurts, and his hips jerk as he empties himself.
We stay locked together, both of us breathing hard and trembling as the last of his orgasm fades.
His dick twitches inside me a few more times before he finally stills.
I feel his seed draining out of me onto the couch as he pulls out, rolling to the side to pull me into his chest, and all I can do is focus on not falling asleep.
The relaxation is so deep, I almost pass out.
"Hey," he breathes against my ear.
"Mmm," I hum, feeling winded and sated. I can't even open my eyes it feels so good.
"Should I lock up when I leave?" I feel him shift, and then I feel him cover me with a blanket and I pull my eyes open to look at him. I feel heavily drugged and totally giddy.
"Stay," I whisper, reaching up to wrap an arm around him. Ethan is at a friend's for the night, and this house is all empty but for me. With Derek otherwise occupied tonight, I am ready to start my life over again—this time, without threat of anyone interfering.
"Sleepover?" he asks, pressing a kiss to my temple.
"Yes," I mumble, grinning. "Stay with me."
"God, I love you, woman."
It's the last thing I hear before sleep claims me, but in my dreams, I tell him I love him too.