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“I think our first time, I’d fuck you to this song I like. The man is so haunted by his woman that his voice sounds tortured. It’s a beautiful thing,” Colin groaned, skimming his nose along her jaw, still working her hips lewdly.
She whimpered again at the intimate act of him imitating them fucking. Her face turned red at the images racing through her mind.
“Colin-“ she gasped, feeling the thudding urgency in her vagina, pulling her tight.
“I can hear the sound of your hips beating off the floor as I pound myself inside you over and over, mama,” he whispered, his arousal betraying a thicker Latin accent. She suddenly tensed up, flinching, the sexy endearment causing her to become wetter. She was embarrassed as she felt a small trickle down her buttock, right where his left hand gripped her over her dress.
Oh my god please, I can’t come on his man. I just can’t, she wailed inside of her head. Not even realizing that her juices had already saturated his pants, leaving a slight wet stain on the front of his dick.
Colin ground himself against her harder. His breath hitched as Olivia’s fingers suddenly tightened on the back of his neck, her nails digging in.
Colin quickly closed his mouth on hers once more, stealing her breath. She moaned in his mouth, his tongue stroking alongside hers. She gasped as she felt him readjust his hands and her hips started beating softly against the door, making a muted thudding sound.
“Yesss. Your pussy would grip me so tightly as I stretch you out. Making those soft erotic sucking sounds,” he groaned. He pulled his face back to meet her shocked expression.
He watched her for a second as he beat her hips against the door lewdly, a little smirk on his face.
“Your breasts would make a resounding slapping sound with every hard thrust I make inside of you,” he whispered. He moved to cradle her in one arm and taking his other and suddenly whacking the outside of her hip several rhythmic times on her bare hip. Mimicking the slapping sounds he was describing.
Her face turned bright red, and her breath froze in her lungs at the sharp contact of his hand against hers.
“How do you want it, Olivia? Hard? Fast? Slow? Soft?” he suddenly asked, needing her to speak. She was lost in sensation and emotion, her brain kicking into overdrive.
“I want it hard, slow,” she said, surprising herself and turning her face slightly away trying to hide from his piercing look.
“Well then,” Colin said, putting his hands back under her and gripping slightly. He spread her cheeks with the movement, opening her up and stretching her sensitive flesh. She bit her lip. “If you want it like that, it would be more of a dull thudding sound now, wouldn’t it baby?” he whispered, and her hips beat slower against the door, her breasts jiggling hard with every jerk of his arms.
Olivia could feel her dress slipping down slowly with every lift and release of his arms. She made a sharp noise as she felt her nipples getting closer and closer to spilling out of her neckline.
“Tell me how you want me to fuck you,” Colin suddenly growled. His eyes were hard on her breasts as he tirelessly moved her.
“I want you to fuck me hard and slow, Colin,” she whispered. She had no shame, leaning into this fantasy for one night that she could experience a few moments of abandon.
She tightened as he’d leaned forward and licked with his hot tongue a trail all the way from her breastbone, up her neck and to her ear. Causing her already sensitive flesh to break out in goosebumps, making her feel dizzy.
Just that moment, the chilly air became even cooler with a slight breeze, sensitizing her flesh even further. She clutched at him, trying to draw him closer to her.
“Now I want you to beg me, in that whimpering, soft, sexy, helpless voice,” Colin growled into Olivia's ear, stilling his movements completely. Her heart slammed against her breastbone as her eyes filled with tears, she was so close. She gasped at how saturated she was. She could feel the back of her dress where he gripped her was slightly wet.
“Colin, please… I’m so close,” she cried out softly, trying to urge him closer to her again, but he wouldn’t budge.
“Beg me, Olivia,” he said sternly, that authoritative clip tapping what it needed to in her brain.
“Pleaassseee fuck me Colin, I want you to bruise my pussy. Fuck me hard and deep. Uhhhnnn,” she whimpered, her hands came up and grasping his hair and pulled hard, almost incoherent with needing him to move.
She imagined them just like that, on the floor in her living room. Colin pounding deep inside of her with his hand wrapped around her neck, and she began to sob at how strong the sudden emotion was. Her nails dug slightly harder into him.
He still didn’t move. Her eyes flashed, meeting his.
“I said fuck me, Colin,” she bit out, feeling wild. She didn’t even care if he pulled her panties aside and took her right against the door outside. Mentally she was gone.
“Manners. You don't get to control this. I said beg me. Do I need to teach you how to beg as well?” his elegant rasp saturated her senses, his fingers flexed hard against her as he narrowed his eyes at her. He waited.
“Please?” she whimpered, her eyes flickered between his as she felt her flesh burn up at the intensity of his gaze.
He gave her a slow shake of his head. It clicked what he wanted.
The text from the other day entered her head. She licked her lips nervously.
