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He tightened his abs and mercilessly jammed the rest of his heavy thick length inside of her. She let out a strangled, desperate scream that she quickly cut off. She tasted copper, having bitten her lip with the effort to not scream. He lowered his head once more and took a tight nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, licking, biting. Every nip sent a zing of fire to her pussy. She was so sensitive and wound so tight it felt like if he bit hard enough, she’d break in half.
Nibbling at her in earnest, he’d begun those delicious drives, bouncing off her pussy. It was so sexual, so untamed, that she orgasmed just off the sight of his hips beating off hers. She purred, her teeth baring, flinching as he moved his mouth to the other nipple and bit down. A hot flash of unbearable teeth grinding arousal suddenly hit her and her mouth dropped open as she swung her head up, tears falling from her eyes. She stared wildly into his chocolate eyeseeling her body bob up and down with the force of him taking her.
Her heart raced in panic.
“Nooooo, sir please, please! I’ll be a good girl. I promise! I’ll be a good girl for you! I’ll be a good girl, I’ll be a good girl!” Olivia’s whispered words crescendoed into a scream as she lost her mind, her nails dug sharply into him, feeling manic. Suddenly scared that he was going to kill her like this, that one of the orgasms he was going to give her was going to make her heart fail. Her nails clawed into the mattress and she felt one tear as he suddenly leaned forward into her face, growling.
“Oh now the bitch can be a good girl, huh? You haven’t been acting like a good girl, so I’m going to treat you like what you are. You’re my fucking whore ass wife. So shut the fuck up and open up,” he said roughly, moving one of his arms higher, hitching her leg up further and snatching her head back by her hair. This movement widened her hips even more and he somehow ground a little deeper, drawing a hard flinch and hiss from her. She moaned, her sex spasming. She loved when he talked dirty to her.
“You want me to go easy on you, after what you did to me?” he snarled at her, slinging his hips against hers repeatedly.
“Yeeesss,” she cried. He leaned into her face once again, staring into her green eyes.
“Well guess what mama? I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck,” Colin whispered. His own eyes wild as he serviced her body with his.
Olivia could feel that every retreat of his cock took effort as her pussy was clamped so tight around him that it was making little sucking noises with the movement. He lowered to her breasts once more.
“Jesus fucking Christ your body’s amazing,” Colin said sharply, his sweat drops hitting her body and mixing with hers. She stopped breathing as she suffered through another orgasm, this one way different than the others. Her toes curled and her body bowed under his, the hot feeling saturated her from her head to her toes. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, short gasping sounds leaving her mouth. He looked up and slapped her across the face rather harshly, bringing her back.
“No fucking passing out for you, amor. Don't give up on me yet, we’re not done,” he drawled, sounding like the devil himself.
“Sir,” she whispered weakly, her hands feeling for his thighs blindly.
“I’m right here Olivia, and I’m never letting go. By the time tonight’s through you’re going to understand that. Or your body will, whether your mind wants to or not,” he whispered darkly, leaning forward and licking into her mouth. His drives slowed, becoming more sensual and less crazed as he circled, twisted, and screwed his hips into hers, finally making love to her like he promised. He just had to get that raw hard fuck out of the way first.
Now they had all night.
***
Hours later, Colin reclined against the pillows and the headboard with one arm propped under his head and his other arm cradling Olivia against his chest. She was currently nestled in between his legs, her soft body lying on top of his. He could feel her belly expanding against his inner thigh and she rested her head on his stomach. He smiled as he felt a droplet of drool hit his skin.
He’d put her to sleep alright.
Colin reached orgasm twice before finally letting her go, reluctantly. Her body was spent, and though he knew he was depraved, he wasn’t evil like she claimed he was earlier. So, taking mercy on her in his own time, he’d laid with her afterwards, kissing her, and rubbing her hair. Giving her care until he was sure she was lucid enough to carry into the shower. He’d sat her on the little bench in the shower and soaped her from head to toe before washing himself, feeling sad to take her scent off him.
Colin’s cock twitched when he remembered how he’d roughly slammed her reluctant body onto his face, and the feel of her juices gushed out on him. He’d missed her so much he wanted to drown himself in her. He refrained from telling her that though, seeing as she was still shy with him, despite their very raw style of lovemaking. His hand came up from rubbing her back to caress her hair in long strokes, feeling her snuggle even deeper into him.
Colin smiled as he replayed her crying out repeatedly how she would be a good girl for him if he’d just stop, knowing that the pleasure was making her delirious. He fucking loved that, ate it up. He wanted to fuck her right now to see if he could get her to beg him like that again.
It was so sweet, warming his sadistic little heart. He dropped a kiss to her forehead, seeing her cheek smashed against his pec, her breathing coming out steadily through her plump lips. Her eyes moved behind her lids in a dream. She was in REM sleep, looking peaceful and content. She smiled suddenly with a small giggle, before her face relaxed again. He wondered what she was dreaming about.
He’d put on fifteen pounds of muscle since she’d disappeared, needing something to occupy his mind; to take his thoughts away from the what ifs. So he tortured his body for hours more in the gym than he was used to. He frowned as he realized his sweet girl wasn’t used to his stamina, having barely been used to it before she’d ran. Curious, he tugged the sheet lower, seeing a bruise form on her ribs where he fisted her skin in his hand as he slammed her down on him in the pool. Tugging the sheet more, he revealed more bruising all over her hips in the shape of his handprints. His dick immediately became hard again.
She stirred slightly before resettling.
Colin scooched down further in the bed and closed his eyes, careful not to wake her up. Ignoring his hardening erection, he breathed deeply, inhaling her scent. He’d missed her so much he didn’t want to let go of her, even to sleep. It took some time, but he fell into slumber with her still cradled against him, having the most peaceful sleep he’d had in almost four months.
Chapter sixteen
Say My Name
Olivia woke up and couldn’t move, couldn’t even stretch. She just laid there, blinking slowly up at the ceiling. She startled as she felt a warm hand land on her head, stroking slowly. Colin.
She turned her head and found his eyes. He was sitting up in bed, in just a pair of loose shorts and nothing else, drinking a cup of coffee. She turned red; he looked so delicious with his tattoos and muscular body. His brown hair was rumpled in a sexy style, and he just looked so masculine.
“Hey baby,” he said, taking another sip of his coffee. “You’re alive,” he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the edges.
“Barely,” she whispered, flushing as the memories from last night came flooding back.
