“So beautiful for me. Stuffed full of my body. I want you like this, Olive. Always like this.”
“Brett,” I whimpered.
I felt his hips stutter as my pussy held him in its vice grip. My asshole pulled at his hand, and soon I felt his hips press against mine and stay there. His legs trembled, and then his hands stilled. He gripped my ass with one and shoved his finger as deep as it could go with the other. I watched his toes curl. I felt his body quake underneath me.
And then, just as my body collapsed onto the bed, he released.
I felt every thread of cum he had to offer me paint my walls. I felt every hot drop work its way into my body and stay there. I drooled onto the sheets, overtaken by the heat that coursed through my veins. The world tilted. The room spun. My eyes fluttered closed as he filled me with his mark. My mind and vision blacked out as his cock slammed into me one last time, pumping me full until his juices trickled back down his cock.
He groaned. “Oh, Olive.”
I loved the way my name sounded on his lips.
He collapsed to the bed, and I whimpered as he slowly eased his fingers out of my asshole. He gripped my hips with his shaking hands, then slowly lifted my pussy off his cock. I felt him slide out from underneath me, trying not to disturb me as he rearranged himself. I felt his hands around my waist as he pulled me up from my frogged position, my head falling back and my body going weak against him.
“Come on. I’ve got you. We’ll sleep on this side,” he said.
And the last thing I remembered was curling up naked against him, underneath the sheets on the dry side of the bed while the smell of our debauchery filled my nostrils.
Amsterdam was going to be a hell of a trip.
22
Brett
I woke up that morning with the smell of her pussy filling my nostrils. And oh, what a pleasant smell it was. I dipped my lips down and kissed the top of her head as Olivia snuggled into my neck. She was becoming a very pleasant feel and sight to wake up to. I peeled my eyes open and looked down at her, watching as she curled into me. As she nuzzled her nose into my neck and slipped her hand around my waist, I grinned. She clung to me, just like she had all those years ago. Mornings had been my favorite time with her. Sometimes, I’d wake her up with my tongue between her legs. Sometimes, she’d wake me up with her lips wrapped around my cock. And sometimes, I’d wake her up with breakfast.
That sounded like a good idea for this morning—a decent breakfast before we hopped on a plane to Amsterdam.
Reluctantly, I slipped from her grasp and stood from the bed. Her body splayed itself out against the bed, searching for me as I grinned down at her. She moved around, tugging the sheet down her body and revealing the smooth skin of her back. My cock jumped at the sight. I wanted to crawl back into bed with her and wrap my lips around her nipples, coax her awake with my tongue against her body. But as my stomach growled out, I knew the two of us could use a refill.
So, I slid my boxers up my body and made my way downstairs after grabbing my cell phone. I didn’t want it waking her up if someone called me.
I whipped up some scrambled eggs and a bit of buttered toast. Olivia had never been a large breakfast eater. Lunch was more her thing, which was why I had plans to feed her an extravagant one on my plane. I brewed some coffee and let the scent fill my downstairs kitchen as I pushed the bread down into the toaster. Then, my phone rang out against the counter.
At six thirty in the damn morning.
“This is Brett,” I said.
“Mr. Greyson, it’s Katherine.”
“Katherine? Is everything all right?”
“Yes, sir. I wanted to get in touch with you and let you know that I had to postpone the trip to Amsterdam until Thursday.”
“And why did you have to do that?” I asked.
“Your pilot and copilot are both sick with the flu, and the place I booked for you just called me to tell me they double-booked.”
“Really now,” I said.
“Yes, sir. I’m incredibly sorry. I canceled the reservation there and found a nicer place on the water. Bigger room. Bigger bathroom. All the amenities. It even has a resort spa on the premises. But the penthouse suite wasn’t available until Thursday. I also found and vetted at the last minute temporary replacement pilots for your jet, but they aren’t available until Wednesday. I’m very sorry, Mr. Greyson. I tried everything I—”