AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Olivia purposefully kept her eyes off Colin as he thrummed his fingers against the table in a slightly agitated move. She noticed his fingers twitched a lot, or he tapped them, or flicked things when he was upset, like he needed the feeling of hitting something to soothe him. Her eyebrow raised with the sudden awareness he’d been holding back on her.
Olivia’s breath hitched and she found herself getting excited again as Colin got up quietly, rounding the table to her. Clearing his throat gently, he pulled out the seat next to her and slid in smoothly. Stretching out his arm, he placed it alongside the back of her chair, scooting her closer to him with a smile.
However, his eyes told a different story.
Olivia’s cheeks stained pink as Colin leaned into her ear, speaking to her quietly. His deep voice rumbling, scratching across her nerve endings.
“Bad girl," Colin's elegant voice washed over her senses. Making her shiver. "You’re going to get it for that, you know that, don’t you?” he said softly, placing a kiss on the shell of her ear, his teeth scraping her earring and making a little clanking noise.
Olivia’s breath froze in her lungs and he knew his words aroused her. Leaning back, he took his wallet out and thumbed out three-hundred-dollar bills. Giving it to the waiter as he came back with the receipt for Olivia to sign.
“Thank you, sir,” the waiter said as he stared at the cash in surprise.
“Don’t mention it, man,” Colin took the little black wallet from Olivia and grabbed the pen. He scratched out the tip section and signed his name on the signature line.
Olivia blushed furiously, pouting.
“Let’s go,” he ordered, getting up and pulling out her chair. Giving the tourists a little wave as they stared unashamedly at them. It seems like they had put on quite a show of their own.
Colin wrapped his arm around Olivia’s waist and walked her to the Porsche. Holding the passenger door open for her, he took the time to adjust himself discreetly. They were quiet on the way home, both simmering, feeling the sexual tension building between them.
***
“Siirrrr,” Olivia's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she arched hard. Her moan rose to a sharp scream of pleasure as she felt Colin's teeth latch onto the sensitive flesh of her calf and bite down sharply. His hips slapped rhythmically against hers, her new Porsche rocking hard with their movements.
Whimpering and shuddering, her breath froze in her lungs as she bit her lip to stop another cry from escaping. They were back at the house, in the garage.
Letting go of her calf, Colin groaned and pressed his forehead into Olivia’s, panting heavily. Trying to still his racing heartbeat. He unwrapped his hand from the door where he’d gripped it hard, still thrusting and circling between her legs. He worked her hard, rubbing out every inch of pleasure.
“God, it feels so good,” she sobbed, her pussy clenched down on him hard.
“I know it does baby, you feel like heaven,” he mumbled against her neck.
Colin listened, enraptured, to her whimpers. Knowing her pussy was sore. Knowing he should have eaten her out instead of taking her like a damn animal in the back of her car because he couldn’t even wait for them to get into the house.
When they pulled into the garage, he rounded her car after Olivia parked carefully and snatched her up.
He threw her into the back seat before ripping her shoes and jeans off roughly, impatient. Desperate, he crawled between her legs, shoved up her sweater and ripped her new lace bra in his haste to get to her naked skin. She hissed as he latched on tightly to her nipple and didn’t let go the entire time he was beating into her flesh.
He’d been spurred on by the wet suctioning sounds of her pussy gripping him, and the slapping sounds of his hips meeting hers repeatedly. Not able to be gentle, even after last night.
Especially after last night.
Consumed by lust, he hooked one of her legs around the passenger seat and her other foot around the backseat headrest, and then yanked her hips down. Making her spread impossibly wide for him. Ignoring her wild screaming that echoed throughout his garage as he fucked her harder than he did the night before, taking full advantage of her splayed body. He pressed deep, circling and gyrating his hips.
Colin leaned down to her nipple once more, giving it a rather harsh nibble before tugging it away from her body, letting it pop out of his mouth. He met Olivia’s eyes while he roughly licked the tip of her nipple with long slow laps, waiting for her to relax before he let them up. He grabbed her new camera bag and purse as she started pulling her clothes back on.
“Leave them off,” Colin ordered, closing the door and giving her a hard look as they walked into the house.
He set the bags down in the kitchen before picking her up and depositing her on the island, ripping off her sweater and bra and pushing his jeans down below his hips. Picking her up with his arms under her legs, he reveled in her excited shout as he firmly jammed her back onto his erection. He gritted his teeth as he had to work hard to push through her swollen and abused muscles.
"Goddamn it, baby," he hissed as her heat seared him.
His own muscles bunched and contracted as his arms lifted and dropped her fluidly, roughly onto him.
“God, your cunt is so sweet, amor,” Colin praised her as he gripped her hips. He stared into her face, drinking in her look of pure bliss.
God you’re so fucking beautiful, so precious, he thought to himself.
