“You like when I suck your tits?” I ask.
Her cheeks color again, and her eyes blink rapidly.
“Tell me,” I demand, and she nods.
Fuck me…
Insatiable need courses through me like pure madness riding on the wave of adrenaline and I tear the top of her dress making her other breast pop out. I suck both, pushing her into the wall as I do.
She moans out her pleasure and I indulge myself further by lifting the hem of her dress so I can cup her pussy. I pause my suckle on her tits when I feel how soaked her panties are.
Fuck. They’re dripping with need. When I slide away the fabric and push my fingers inside, I’m absorbed in her welcoming heat, my fingers covered in her juices.
I can’t help it, I need a taste, so I pull my fingers out and lick off her juices, shocking her.
“Your pretty cunt tastes so fucking good.” I give her a wicked smile and she trembles under my gaze.
I return my fingers to her pussy and finger fuck her until she’s moaning again.
The sudden clatter of plates coming from the kitchen makes her jerk, covering her mouth. She looks around nervously, embarrassment making her entire body flush crimson.
I forgot Irina was still here too, but embarrassment is a foreign concept to me.
“Don’t do that,” I tell her pulling her hand away from her mouth.
“I don’t want anyone to hear.”
“They’re paid not to hear a God damn thing.”
Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil.
That’s the rules of my house. Breaking any of those is one sure way to see the end of my gun.
“But—”
“Ignore everything outside this room Olivia,” I say and I’m glad she doesn’t waste time with further protests.
When I move to her lips, she moves to me too and we kiss like we should have always been kissing. I lose myself in her taste and touch like I never have with anyone and then I realize the truth in that.
I never have because there’s never been an Olivia Markov in my life until now. And fuck, I’m making her mine again.
I ravage her lips eradicating the tenderness coming from her. There is nothing tender about me and my impatience to be inside her again is getting the better of me.
And I want to fuck her from behind so I can fuck her the way I like to fuck.
Hard and fast.
I pull away from her and flip her around to face the wall.
She presses her hands to the concreate surface and bends over showing me her perfect ass.
I rip her panties again, tearing them off her body. Her hair falls forward, but she glances back at me and her eyes drop to my hands undoing my pants.
I take out my cock and when I grab her hips again she snaps back to face the wall.
In one hard thrust I slam into her and bury myself deep inside. The raw primal pleasure that jolts my body is even better than what I imagined. Olivia cries out from the impact and the sound of her feminine pleasure encourages me to pound into her.
She moans out louder when I really start to fuck her hard and I know there’s no way anyone within the vicinity of this room wouldn’t have heard her.