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She shushes me, her arched brows tipping inward as a display of how serious she is.
Instinctively, the rebel in me wants to ignore her, throw her on the table and completely fucking devour her. Prove to her no part of me is someone she can tell what to do with a look that works on her kid. But I decide that can also be achieved by making her swallow every last bit I spill into her.
I release her wrists and let her continue what she’s started.
She drags her bottom lip under her teeth, trying to stem her little triumphant smile, but I catch it and clear my throat.
“Let’s see how long you can keep that smile up, mama.”
Olivia’s lashes flutter at my words, sending a sliver of satisfaction through me. But in the next breath, she has my belt undone and my zipper pulled open. Her manicured hands slip into the waistband of my black briefs, and she tugs them down just enough to free my aching cock.
As predicted, her smile fades as it settles in everything she’ll have to take.
Blood rushes down as I finally allow myself to appreciate the view of her. Her gorgeous curves are all that I can see from my angle, and I commit every one of them to memory. Noting the path my tongue will take later before I steal every last whimper, moan, and scream from her pretty throat.
My cock twitches with the thought, causing Olivia’s eyes to flit back to mine. The lust coasting through them is enough to make my knees fucking buckle. That is, until her tongue slips out, and she runs it along the length of my erection, and over the three barbells.
I hiss through my teeth, my hands snapping to the tall table behind her, effectively caging her in.
She doesn’t look away as she does it again. And again. And a-fucking-gain, licking the underside, pausing at the tip briefly to feel the metal piercing before sucking the head into her warm mouth.
My eyes squeeze shut, the visual of her staring up at me through her thick lashes while taking me forever searing into my hippocampus.
A groan vibrates through me as she swirls her tongue, hollowing out her cheeks as she moves up and down.
I peel my eyes open, the desire to see her combating the heat radiating from my spine. Her lids have since sealed shut, one hand now squeezing my upper thigh while the other is locked around my dick.
Her mouth and hand work in tandem, moving two completely separate ways, but perfectly in sync.
My knuckles bloom white as I clench the edge of the table harder, the whoosh of my blood nearly drowning out the sounds of her moans around me. “This mouth, Olivia. Fuck, you’re doing so well.”
Her hum of appreciation vibrates through me, sending jolts of electricity up my body. There’s no way in hell I’ll last much longer, and every part of me wants to throw her back on the table and fill her little cunt up with every bit she’s pulled out of me.
“I had every intention to be a gentleman today, but right now, it’s getting almost impossible.”
She releases me with a wet pop and grabs one of my hands before guiding it through the side of her head. “I don’t want a gentleman anymore, Theo. I want someone possessed, with me as their sole focus.”
“Alright.” My fingers tangle in her strands, pulling taut as she slips me back in her mouth, this time swallowing me deeper. Her words sink into me one at a time, the realization that she wants the raw, unfiltered version of me, my complete undoing. “But if you spill one drop, you’ll lick it off the floor.”
I fuck her mouth, meeting the strokes of her tongue and the twists of her hand tenfold. Groans stream from her one after the other, her head moving faster as if she’s reaching her own climax along with mine.
Fire scorches up my spine, extends through my ribs, and ripples down every nerve. My orgasm cuts through me in a blaze, spilling into Olivia. Her fingers dig into my thigh as she swallows my cum, her dark gaze burning into me as she does.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I breathe, stroking the thumb of my free hand along her jaw.
When my body is drained dry, I slide my hand from her hair and grab onto the table to support my weight. I slump forward, trying to regulate my breathing as she releases me, gingerly tucking me back into my briefs and zipping me up.
The action is not something I’m used to and pulls at a foreign string in my chest. Something so simple feels like being taken care of, and the notion she’s performing a bit of aftercare on me sends a strange wave of emotion in my stomach.
Olivia stands up between my arms still cinched into the table. It puts us so close together, my chest brushes against her breasts with every pull of air. I reach up between us and use my thumb to wipe the smallest bit of cum clinging to the side of her mouth.
Wordlessly, I hold the digit between us, interested to see if she’ll need a command to do anything.
Her gaze bounces between me and my thumb before, finally, she clasps both her hands around mine and leans forward, sucking it into her mouth. Her warm tongue swirls around, collecting the remaining bit.
Olivia’s eyes flutter shut, and the moan that slips out of her is enough to make me want to drop to my own damn knees.
I wait until she’s released my thumb and opened her eyes before I reach up and tuck a hair behind her ear.
