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She nods.

“Are you sure? We can’t go back.”Fucking decent Anderson behavior here.I surprise myself.

“Yes.”

My mind shuts down, and I power my hips forward, thrusting inside her in one full stroke.

And I see stars. Literally.

“Shit, shit, shit.” My hips move of their own accord, driving inside her wet heat. “You’re so fucking tight, my good girl, my filthy slut, my perfect angel.”

“Oh my God, fuck.” She claws at my back, her sharp nails digging in, and the pain only drives me forward.

I throw her legs over my shoulders, needing to be deeper than anyone’s ever reached before. Her pussy grips my dick so tightly, I can barely breathe.

“Feel that, Olive? You were made to take my cock. Look at you, taking all my fucking inches in that tiny, pretty cunt. I didn’t think we’d fit, you know. How can a tiny thing like you take on all of me?”

I ride her hard.

Electricity courses through my veins, frying my senses. Every part of me is aware of everything that is her. Her sweet smell, her soft skin, her breathy moans in my ears.

Slam. Slam. Slam.

“Olive. My Olive,” I chant. “I’m obsessed. With this wet pussy, with your tight body, with your perfect tits. But most of all, I’m obsessed with this.” I lick my way down her neck, between her breasts, to where her heart pounds rapidly. “Your heart. Your pure, beautiful heart.”

“Rex, I-I feel, I feel so much,” she gasps, her back arching up as I plunder her from below.

Unable to help myself, I bite down on her perfect nipple, sucking it until it becomes a perfect eraser bud. Then I flick it with my tongue.

She’s shaking now, and I know she’s close.

“Will you let me corrupt you?” My dick lengthens as a telltale pressure radiates from the base of my spine, going up, up, up, spreading to my balls, running up my shaft. “Even though I don’t deserve you? Will you burn in hell with me?”

I don’t know what I’m saying. The words tumble out of me without a filter. My cock throbs and the first gush of cum streams out, but I’m holding on.

I need her answer.

Hips snapping, the wet sounds of our bodies colliding loud in the room, I stare at her, watching as her eyes flutter open, glazed over in passion, her lips parting.

I want to take a photo of her like this—perched on the edge of an orgasm.

“Always, Rex. Always,” she whispers.

And I’m done.

A roar bellows out of me and I thrust in as deep as I can—once, twice, three times—and she screams. Wetness drips out of her, her tight cunt fisting my cock almost to the point of pain.

But I persist, jamming it in again and again, sealing my lips over hers as I topple off the edge into nirvana.

Unending cum flows out of me, my heart exploding in my chest, my lungs constricting. Our bodies pulse in rhythm, her pussy drawing more and more out of me, my balls emptying everything I have to give inside her.

I suckle her neck and massage her tits as my cock tunnels in and out of her, my rhythm slowing to gentle gyrations.

Her legs won’t stop trembling, her body twitching underneath mine.

So fucking perfect.

So perfectly mine.