“Oh shit, Olive. Fuck!”
“I feel that cock, big daddy. You like this?” I asked.
His hands slid up and down my thighs, making my skin pucker. The way his fingertips curled into my knees and pulled my legs apart made me groan. My head fell back onto his shoulder as I rocked against his clothed cock, which pulsed against my ass. I felt its imprint slide between my jiggling cheeks. His lips fell to my neck as I swiveled around in his lap, his hands exploring me, cupping my tits, tugging at my engorged peaks while he nibbled my neck. I felt his wetness sliding against my skin as he ground into my ass while I gave him a lap dance. I slowly stood up and turned around, no longer able to contain my want for him.
“You get back here right now,” he commanded.
I fell to my knees and felt his eyes on me. I spread his legs wide, fumbling with his belt and his pants. I ripped the leather from the loops and tossed it to the side. I got his pants and boxers down to his knees, but just barely. I slid my hands up his thick thighs, feeling every muscle jump at my touch. His cock danced for me, then laid out against his stomach as my hand pushed into his chest, guiding him to his back.
Then, I let my tongue trace the throbbing vein that bulged underneath his cock.
“Holy fuck, Olive.”
“Mmmmm.”
I hummed around his dick, feeling it jump against my teeth. He was thick. Always had been. And I felt my jaw already aching with my efforts. He twisted his hand up into my hair, guiding my lips up and down his cock. I salivated over his dick, watching my spit drip down his vein and down his fucking balls that hung low with want.
He groaned. “You’re so warm for me. Take every inch like you used to.”
I opened my throat and ushered him in. I closed my eyes, sliding my hands up and down his thighs. He pumped my head harder. He fucked my face. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I hollowed out my cheeks. I wrapped my tongue around the tip of his dick and swallowed down every drop of precum he gave me as his hips began to stutter.
“Oh, fuck. This isn’t how I—I don’t—Olive. Shit!”
I pressed his hips down into the bed. I forced all of my weight onto him as I rose up onto my feet. I swallowed every inch of him down the back of my throat. I wanted him to fill my stomach. I wanted to taste his threads of cum dripping down the back of my throat. I gagged around his girth and felt him growl. Not heard—felt. It tingled every part of his muscles, and shot electricity up and down my spine. I curled my nails into his thighs as he tugged at my hair. I fought him. I wasn’t ready to be done with him. I wanted to make him cum like he had made me cum so many times before.
“Not. There,” he commanded.
He ripped my head off his cock and crashed our lips together. He sat up, his feet planting steadily onto the floor of his bedroom as he wrapped his free hand around me. He pulled me into his lap, planting my knees into the mattress. I felt his cock sliding between my wet pussy folds, slicking himself up, readying himself to take me in all the ways I knew he would. Our tongues battled it out. I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to gain the upper hand. I wanted to treat him to a night of lust tonight. I wanted him to lean back and enjoy what I had to offer.
But the second he pulled me up with nothing but his arm around me, I knew I had already lost that fight.
He slid me down every inch of his cock. My walls swelled around him, morphing to his ridges as he leaked himself inside of me. My lips quivered against his as he released my hair. He cupped the base of my head as he slid his other hand down to my thighs. I shook as my hips seated against his. I felt my pussy already dripping down his balls as he conjured within me a desperate desire to be taken by him. He nibbled on my lower lip, slid his teeth across it and pulled a wanton whimper from my throat.
“Ride my cock.” He growled.
And I did as he asked willingly.
I rolled my hips and swiveled them, just as I remembered doing. His arms blanketed my back, holding me to him as his hips pressed up into me. I kissed his shoulder. I raked my teeth along his pulse point. He grunted and groaned as I sped up my movements, coating his cock in my juices. I bounced in his lap, and his bed moving with our movements. He fisted my hips, holding me steady as he pounded up into me.