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“Yes!” My words are a wail now.
His fingers pierce my core, and I cry out.
“Yes, what?” Oliver breathes harshly. When he curls his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that has me seeing stars, I start babbling.
“You. I imagine you!”
“Good girl,” he murmurs, then he’s slowly moving his hand, fucking me with his fingers.
“Tell me what you want. Ask me for it,” he demands as I buck against his hand, desperately chasing a peak he refuses to give me, his movements slow and unhindered.
“Oliver…” There’s a plea in my voice, and his eyes grow dark from how I’m quietly begging him. However, he refuses to give in.
“Tell me,” he repeats calmly, and it infuriates me how unruffled he is while I’m barely hanging on it.
“Oh, God, please.” The plea is torn from my lips on a moan as his thumb presses against my clit.
“Please what?” he asks, almost amused. Right then, I despise him for making me this weak.
I glare, my expression torn between wanton and anger, and he grins, the glint in his eyes fierce.
“I want it hard.” I find my will crumbling from the way he’s moving his fingers, taking them out completely before thrusting upward in harsh manner. “I want it deep.”
His control falters. I take advantage of it, begging him with a quiver in my voice that isn’t forced. “Please let me come.”
And then I have no choice but to cry out when he starts fucking me almost wildly with just his fingers. The sounds spilling from my mouth make no sense, garbled noises mixed with pleas and praise.
His mouth is on my breasts as he sucks them, teases them, marks them.
And then I’m unravelling, coming apart so beautifully, so helplessly. And just because he can, Oliver murmurs, “Look at you, the way you’re spreading your legs and pushing against my hand. You are so wanton right now. What would anyone from the office say if they saw you like that? The poised Miss Lana Hill, fucking herself on the CEO’s fingers while begging for more.”
It seems impossible to be pushed into another orgasm, but I sob as my body decides to surprise me, my mind so aroused by what he’s suggesting. I cling on to him, riding it out.
He doesn’t stop, his hands now going to his pants and springing his cock free.
It’s red and angry looking, so thick and long that my mouth waters.
I want to taste it.
But Oliver has other plans. After he positions it against my still-clenching pussy, he thrusts in. My scream is loud, it sets my nerves alight with dazzling desire as my vision turns white.
I can feel him filling me to the brim, then he sets a brutal pace, moving in and out of my soaked pussy, which clenches around him. I’m bouncing on his lap now from the force of his thrusts, setting everything on fire.
I’m moaning and crying out each time he pushes me into an orgasm. His arms are wrapped around me to keep me from falling over, and the way his rough clothing brushes against my bare skin is both enticing and arousing. I’m caught in this whirlwind of sensation where my body only belongs to Oliver, who is dominating my every sense, my every instinct, while owning my body, branding himself on me. When I come again, he sinks his teeth into my shoulder over one of the many bruising kisses that now litter my throat and chest.
He comes with a growl that has me arching into him. And when he attempts to pull out, I don’t let him. The gush of his come filling me is another sensation altogether, and I whimper as he draws out my last orgasm.
He falls back on the bed when I push my weight on him, still holding me, his face buried in my shoulder, his breathing harsh. “What the hell, Lana?”
“I’m safe,” I mutter tiredly, feeling his hand tangle in my hair, so gentle it makes me snuggle against him, completely drained. “Birth control. You’re safe.”
I can hear him frowning, but then he strokes my hair with a sigh. “You’re impossible.”
He sits up, pulling himself to the edge of the bed, me in his arms. Leaning against the mountain of pillows, he gives an amused huff when I hide my face in his chest, refusing to look at him. “I’ve never met a woman like you.”
“If that’s the best you’ve got, you’re losing your touch,” I murmur, my eyes slipping shut, the feeling of being so deliciously used making me limp in his arms.
“I mean it.” His fingers comb through my hair, and I preen under his attentions. “You’ve wrapped yourself around me so tightly it’s hard to even comprehend being somewhere where you’re not.”
