Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
And when he added two fingers and his mouth moved up to my clit, clasping it between his lips, my first orgasm trembled through me like an earthquake. My vision blurred, my muscles tensed, and there was nothing in this world but me and him – on that shaggy carpet, in the house he bought just so I could feel a home – making up for lost time.
And the knowledge that we finally found something worth keeping.
Chapter Seventy-One
Briar
The carpet swallowed my whimper as I rode out the post-orgasm haze.
I lifted my cheeks off the plush wool and looped my fingers around Oliver’s neck. “I need you inside me.” The words ripped from my mouth without permission. A statement, a plea, a simple fact of life.
Beside me, Oliver propped his head onto his fist, staring at me with sex-drunk eyes. He shook his head. “Can’t do it without kissing every inch of you first.” In fact, his lips still glistened with my wetness.
“Your terms are acceptable.” I unzipped the back of my dress in a rush, before thinking better of it and pulling it over my head like a toddler.
A small chuckle wafted my way. “You asked for this. This can’t count as the winning fuck I got from making you orgasm with your bikini on,” he warned.
“Keep threatening me with a good time.” I fell back to my knees, pushed him against the wall, and undid his pants. “And we’ll see what happens.”
It was liberating, not having to try to hate him. More liberating still was my ability to grab his cock in my fist and bend down to give it a kiss.
“You don’t have to—” Oliver groaned.
“Oh, I want to. I missed it.”
“In that case, let me find a less awkward position.” He slid his back up against the wall and fisted my hair, tugging it so our gazes met. “You look beautiful on your knees for me.”
“Wait till you see my lips around your cock.”
He grabbed himself by the root and guided his cock into my lips. “Just remember you are the most precious woman in my life.”
“Why are you reminding me this?”
“Because I’m about to treat you like a dirty whore.”
A shot of thrill rolled through my spine. I never pegged myself as someone who liked dirty talk, but coming from Oliver’s mouth, I was pretty sure I’d be game to hear his supermarket list.
I moved to grab his cock and wrap my lips around it, but he beat me to it, fisting his hardness and guiding it into my mouth, his other hand still coiled around my hair. I opened up to accept. Instead of shoving his thick erection inside, he grazed the crown along my lips, as if it were lipstick.
I moaned, on the verge of coming apart.
“Your face is exquisite,” he groaned, guiding his crown along my jawline, tracing it with his cock. “I cannot wait to fuck it.”
“Nothing is standing in your way other than this little monologue.”
He awarded my sassiness by yanking my hair, extending my neck, and forcing me to look at him. “You’ve been exceptionally mouthy ever since you barreled your way back into my life.”
I squinted up at him. “I haven’t barreled anywhere. You literally crashed a set—”
“See? That’s what I mean.” His hold on my hair tightened, and he thrust his cock deep into my mouth. “Running your mouth a mile a minute, trying to get a rise out of me whenever possible.”
He hit the back of my throat, sparking a gag reflex I thought would make me vomit my lunch all over his penis. Luckily, I swallowed it down. Ollie was big.
At his words, I groaned in protest, still full of him. His cock explored the inside of my mouth. I sucked on it – hard. He hissed out of pure, unabashed desire.
“You better hold onto my ass, sweetheart.” He grabbed my arms, circling them around his legs. My fingernails dug into his skin. “Because I’m about to fuck your mouth so hard you’ll thank me for leaving your teeth intact.”
My heart jumped in my chest. This was the hedonistic, fuck-you Oliver I’d gotten to know in recent weeks. And I could no longer deny it – I liked this guy. He was fun, he was quick, and he was a little dirty. He always kept me on edge.
Ollie’s thrusts into my mouth became feral, long, and jerky. Like he was losing control of himself – or already lost it. Each time his crown hit the back of my throat, I groaned, more saliva pooling on my tongue and mixing with his salty precum.
My knees ground against the carpet as he impaled my mouth, and I knew he was close.
“Rub your pussy against my leg, Briar,” Oliver instructed, his voice strained but in full control. “You’re so fucking wet for me, baby.”