He sucked in a breath and slid his fingers through my hair as I took him deeper and deeper, until his tip hit the back of my throat.
I pressed my hands against his thighs to steady myself before slowly dragging my mouth back and forth. Swallowing and then re-swallowing him whole.
I felt his breathing slow and then his fingers tightened in my hair.
With every slow bob of my head, he throbbed in my mouth.
“I’m going to come in your fucking mouth if you don’t stop,” he whispered, but I didn’t heed his warning.
I loved the way he tasted, loved the way he felt.
“Olivia…” He stiffened. “I’m not going to warn you again…”
I stared into his eyes as I darted my tongue against his tip, as I took him deep all over again.
He groaned and his salty release hit the back of my throat.
I stilled and swallowed the stream, making sure I had every last drop.
When I pulled back, he was still rock hard.
“Hmmm.” He moved down to the floor with me and handed me his wallet.
Without saying a word, I took out a condom and slowly rolled it over his cock.
He grabbed my hands and pulled me on top of him, gently positioning me over his cock. I slowly slid onto him.
“All the way down…” He slapped my ass. “Now.”
I nodded, moving even slower, so he gripped my hips and pulled me all the way down—filling me all at once.
He kept his hands pressed against my skin, rocking me against him for the rest of the night, making me wish I could have him like this—just like this—night after night.
SURVEILLANCE (N.):
THE CLOSE OBSERVATION, MONITORING, OR TRACKING OF A PERSON, GROUP, PLACE, OR PROPERTY TO GATHER EVIDENCE OR INFORMATION.
OLIVIA
Max
Um…Does this phone still belong to a person with the initials O.S.?
Yes, Max. It’s still me.
OMG. DON’T DO THAT, OLIVIA!
Never type my first name in a text. The government is always reading & watching everything.
Delete this thread once we’re done, okay?
Okay, fine.
Where the hell have you been lately? Even Lindsay says you’ve been M.I.A.
So you can type OUR names, but we can’t type yours?
I’ve been busy.