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Colin turned her head and caught her eye.
“I’m going to let you in on a little secret baby girl. I never claimed to be good,” he whispered down at her, a grin tipping the corner of his mouth. She shivered as he opened the elevator door, shooting them up to the top floor. He banked a right, walking them into their bedroom. Olivia kept her face buried in his neck, still feeling too shy. Too raw. But of course, Colin wasn’t having that. He sat down their water and pulled her head away from his neck easily.
“I want you to sit on my face for a while,” Colin said darkly, turning them towards the bed and ripping down the covers. Olivia flushed as his words registered.
“What do you m-,” she started.
“Exactly what I said,” Colin replied. He tossed her onto the bed and then crawled in after her, reclining to his back and snatching her wrist when she tried to retreat. The music continued on into the bedroom, the filthy playlist lyrics making her blush even harder. His demand made her feel even more shy.
“But…but I get really wet, Colin,” she said, stuttering around her words and pulling against him futilely. “No!” she cried out as he suddenly yanked her on top of him and maneuvered his big shoulders between her legs, hooking her calves and heels under his arms. His hands wrapped threateningly around her hips and tightened. Olivia awkwardly kept herself raised over him, averting her eyes as her face reddened even more. She cried out in surprise as he slapped her ass cheek several times in succession, the stinging and burning feeling spread throughout her thigh and back.
“What the fuck is my name?” he barked, his eyes glittering up at her.
“Sirrr,” Olivia moaned, wriggling on top of him. “Oh God,”
“He can’t save you, Olivia. Now Sit. Down!” Colin snarled, feeling his control snap. He snatched her hips and yanked her down to him, sucking her clit into his warm, wet mouth before he tightened his teeth on her and drawed it out slowly, biting at her and giving her another burning sensation for her to suffer through.
Olivia screamed, the pleasure of the pain shocking her further, feeling herself squirt on his face and his neck. She jerked above him as he attacked her pussy with gusto. His loud groans and sex sounds mixed with the sounds of him smacking against her like she was the greatest snack he’d ever found. He pulled back and licked her gently through her orgasm before settling his lips around her again in a tight suction. She felt herself bobbing, her thighs clenching and unclenching as he helped her on and off his mouth lewdly. His slight beard scraped against her inner thighs, his breaths puffing over her mound and her lower stomach, making her clench, wanting something inside of her. Her skin misted with sweat and her toes curled, waiting.
The wet, smacking sounds amplified. He gave her abused flesh a little nibble with his lips and she broke again, trying to flinch away from him and the indescribable pleasure he was giving her. His fingers tightened further as his elbows drew her legs in securely against his torso. He suddenly sank all of his fingernails into her ass and gripped her harshly. Olivia moaned and flinched at the pain, knowing she was going to be bruised tomorrow.
He pulled away suddenly, glaring up at her.
“How does it feel, princess, to know you can’t get away?” he said again, taunting her.
His mouth went back to her swollen clit as he twisted his head slightly and did something with his lips and teeth that made her eyes cross and her whole body tighten up. Her fingers clenched tightly as a sheen of sweat misted on her skin. He kept with the movement, not letting up. Her pelvis twitched as all the nerves in her body suddenly felt like they congregated to that one spot between her legs, and he was taking a whip and striking all of them at the same time. Her breath froze in her lungs as she jerked on top of him silently, unable to draw a breath. The tight feeling in her legs relented, and she inhaled on a ragged gasp of air, once, twice before arching her back as her muscles froze again. Without warning her, he locked his teeth on her clit hard.
“Oh my fucking GODDD!! Sir! NO!!!” Olivia screamed, her shouts echoing throughout the room and yet he still persisted.
She threw her head back and let out a series of broken moans, unable to speak, jerking and flinching anew in his grip, not caring about the clutching force of him holding her to his face like this. Her breasts swelled to the point of pain, her nipples almost numb. Overwhelmed and desperate for relief of any kind, she brought up her hands and clawed at her breasts, squeezing tight to relieve the pressure. She felt tears splash to her chest as she gripped both her nipples in her fingers and rolled. Her vision went hazy as she heard a grumble deep down in his chest.
He was watching her desperately play with herself.
Olivia sounded like a damn animal thrashing above him. She was grinding on him, trying to get him to cease that evil latch he’d had on her clit, but in response he tightened his fingers even further into her flesh, keeping her poised exactly where he wanted her.
“Fucccckkkkk,” Olivia cried, feeling herself squirt again, more than she’d ever had before this time. Her inner thighs and her knees were wet, and she sagged as she realized she’d damn near flooded the bed beneath them. He unlocked his jaw and with a gentle suckle, he let go and pushed her down to a dry area. She was so weak she couldn’t move, helpless to fight against him. He efficiently positioned her on her back, with her head hanging off the bed and made her face the floor-length mirror. Olivia keened as she got her first look at his hard body poised over hers in the reflection.
She was nothing more than prey for him.
Her legs were splayed wide, and her knees were hiked high as he towered over her. Her nipples, neglected, were pulled tight and pointing to the ceiling. They were both breathing hard when they met each other’s eyes in the mirror. He gave her another wicked grin, chuckling at her distress before leaning down to take her right nipple in a harsh nibble. Her sex clenched painfully. And right then and there, she vowed to never leave this man.
The making up was too raw.
Colin grunted as he thrust inside her clasping pussy with effort. “Let me in,” he demanded, meeting her eyes in the mirror once more. Fisting the sheets in his hands, his eyes narrowed threateningly at her.
Olivia's mouth dropped open as she saw her juices gleaming on his chin, his jaw, his neck, and his chest.
“I’m trying,” Olivia whimpered, her voice coming out in a whine.
She knew she was swollen, she felt split apart and he wasn’t even halfway inside of her. She cried out as he fitted his arms into her knees, rolling her back further and wrapped his hands around the tops of her arms, holding her immobile.He looked down at her sternly and her heart fluttered at his reprimanding look. She licked her lips with nervous excitement.
“I’m going to break this pussy and there’s not a fucking thing you can do to stop me, is there?” he said, his deep voice penetrating her brain and making her throb hard around him."Did you think I was just going to take it easy on you when we got back, hmm? Answer me."
Olivia shook her head. "No sir," she whispered.
"If you did, you know me way better than that at this point. I am not taking it easy on you, I don't care if it's been fourteen weeks since you've last had my cock in you, you should have thought about that before you ran." Colin leaned down closer, scraping his beard against her jaw, making her whimper. "But thank you for tightening it up for me in my absence. Your cunt feels amazing."
Olivia's jaw dropped in shock at his words before her face pinched and she inhaled on a ragged gasp.
