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“My eyes are up here,” he says, chuckling, and I can’t help but smile.
His hands trail down my body until they reach my hips, once there they come to a stop, he squeezes my flesh before lifting me to place my ass at the edge of the table.
“I have to taste you right now.” The urgency in his voice confirms his need, and with a gentle nudge, I’m on my back and lifting my hips for him to pull my panties off. Peeling the silky fabric down my legs, I can’t help but grin as he tosses them to the floor and presses my knees to my chest. Leaning in, he gives me one long lick.
“Oh, god…” I mumble at the onslaught of sensations. My fingers grip on to the edge of the table as he does it all over again, spreading my lips with his fingers. That skilled tongue of his flicks against my swollen clit, and I gush like a waterfall, my legs shaking as he sucks the tiny bud into his mouth. Heat rises in my cheeks, and my entire body warms as lightning rods of pleasure zing up my spine.
“Come for me, come all over my tongue.” Oliver’s husky voice vibrates through my core, and within seconds I’m falling apart, my hips bucking against his face as he continues licking me, savoring every last drop of my release as if it’s a fine wine.
Like a wave, I come crashing back down, my body a liquid mass against the table. Oliver moves from between my legs, coming to stand. There’s a carnal look in his eyes, and in that moment, I’m ensnared, trapped in his web, a willing victim to the pleasure he’ll bring me.
Through hooded eyes, I watch him stroke his cock. One stroke. Two strokes. My mouth waters. I want him. Need him.
“Please,” I whisper, my eyes pleading.
He smirks, “Please, what? Say it. Ask me.”
My cheeks flame, but I say it anyway because I’m no longer a shy, naive, virgin. I’m a woman who is loved by three different men. “Please, fuck me.”
“Gladly,” he growls, gripping on to one hip with a possessiveness that makes me warm inside. Bringing his cock to my wet entrance, he enters me in one thrust, and for one tiny second, all is right in the world. Nothing but us matters. Not what could happen tomorrow, not my father, not anything. There is just us and our joined bodies.
“Fuck me, you’re so tight, and warm, and shit, I’m not going to last if you keep squeezing me like that.”
All I can do is whimper as he thrusts in and out of me, expelling every last ounce of carnal need that he has. Reaching for him, I let my fingers roam over his perfectly sculpted abs and chest. We’re both burning up, on the verge of combusting.
The telltale signs of an orgasm start to snake up my spine. My toes curl, and my chest rises and falls rapidly, and though air fills my lungs, it feels like I can’t breathe. Like I’m free-falling out of the sky. It’s coming faster than usual, and Oliver must know it because he too starts to thrust harder and faster, bringing me to the edge of the cliff in nothing more than a few strokes.
“I’m coming,” I pant, my nails raking across his flesh.
“Yes, come for me. Squeeze me. Milk my cock.” His filthy mouth only encourages me, and within seconds I’m shattering like glass that’s been squeezed too tightly. My hips buck, and my eyes flutter closed as euphoric pleasure consumes me, wrapping me in a blanket of warmth.
As I’m coming down from my high, floating through the sky like a feather, Oliver starts to fall apart, his movements grow jerky, and I open my eyes to stare up at him, needing to see him come undone.
The brown of his eyes is darker now, and he bites on his bottom lip to stifle a groan. Damn is he sexy. I want to make him feel the same way he made me feel.
“Come inside me, please…” I lick my lips and wait with bated breath for him to fill me with his come.
“Fucking Christ, Harlow,” he curses, squeezing my hips with both hands. His hips piston, and all I can feel is him impaling me, breaking me apart to piece me back together again. And I love it. I love him. Three thrusts later and with a groan, I’m pretty sure the entire library heard, he starts to come, his cock pulsing deep inside of me, filling me with his sticky release.
Completely spent and satisfied, he sags against me, his sweaty forehead pressing against mine. Holding him close, I smile, feeling as if I’m on top of the world. I can feel the heat of his release dripping out of me and on to my thighs, his cock still inside of me, still partially hard.
