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“Yes, Olive, my sweetheart. You need this, don’t you? You need more?”

She arches up in answer, her legs automatically coiling around my backside, heels digging in.

“Fuuuck,” I groan when my throbbing cock glides over her slick folds.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, gyrating her body in a tortuous rhythm so the tip of my cock digs into her clit, once, twice, three times, each motion overloading my senses, frying my nerves.

It’s never been like this before, being so out of control with just the slightest touch.

Only with her.

I need to taste her. I need to taste her juices at the source. My mouth salivates at the thought of it.

Groaning, I move my way down her body, trailing open-mouthed kisses over her stomach, then her legs, licking the sensitive area between her thigh and her pussy.

“Please, Rex. Please, I need you.”

“Yes, Olive, I’ll give you everything.” Everything I have to give.

Olivia cries out when I draw her swollen nub into my mouth and my eyes roll back from pleasure as her sweet taste hits my tongue. She thrashes underneath me, her feet half fighting to kick me away, half fighting to pull me closer. I hold her tighter and bury my face in her cunt.

I suck, lick, and tongue her pussy, then I gently pull apart her folds to get deeper.

“You’re my obsession, Olive,” I whisper between licks, letting her flavor wash over me as my blood heats and mind blanks. “So fucking delicious, so fucking mine.”

She trembles, her nails digging into my neck and back, her hips canting and moving, clearly needing more friction, but I don’t give it to her yet. I hiss and instead, thrust my cock into the sheets.

I can’t wait today.

I need to be inside her, to bury myself deep within her so she’ll feel me with her always.

Unable to stop my maddening thoughts, I climb over her and stare into her whiskey eyes, her bee-stung lips, and those beautiful rosy cheeks.

“I’m yours, Olive. All of me, whatever’s left of me…all yours.” The words pour out of me without filter, and I watch as a small furrow appears between her brows, her gaze skating over my face.

She’s thinking, trying to parse out the meaning, everything I’m not saying.

Doling out a shaky smile, I brush away the hair sticking to her face.

Before her, sex was surface-level pleasure, a way to numb my mind. It was quick, rough, and sometimes intense.

But tonight, it’s so much more.

I nip her bottom lip, biting until she hisses out a sharp breath, then I lave it with my tongue. It’s plumper and redder now.

So beautiful.

She wears all my marks so beautifully.

“You’re everything, my temporary forever. All of it is yours,” I rasp.

Then, I slam home.

My ears ring as white-hot pleasure sears me, her tight pussy, warm and wet, gripping my cock so perfectly. My balls draw up, ready to unload, to mark her up from the inside.

“Rex, I love you,” she moans and wraps her arms around my back.

But she’s much smaller than me, her hands only able to claw at my sides, unable to fully wrap around me.