He pulled her legs around his body, and she grabbed hold of his shoulders. One of her top five parts of his body. As he guided her onto his cock, he continued to swirl his fingers around her clit, and she moaned eagerly.
“Fletch, holy God, that feels...oh, my God.”
“I love hearing your moans.” He gripped her face, devouring her mouth as she sunk deep over his cock.
She moaned into his mouth as he dominated her tongue and began sliding her up and down his length. She ground into him, pleasuring them both with the stimulation.
“Ride me, Liv, that’s it. Fuck my cock.”
His eyes, full of heat, held hers as they both thrust their bodies together desperately until his orgasm struck like a bolt of lightning.
“Fletcher,” she cried. “Oh, yes, Fletch.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He cried, and she felt his hot seed fill her.
Shit.
No condom.
She was on the pill, but it was stupid of them.
As the blur and buzz of their orgasms began to fade, they both locked gazes, and she saw the moment he’d also realized.
“I take the contraceptive pill.”
He nodded. “I’m clean. I get tested.”
“Same. Well, not that there’s been anyone, but whatever.”
“No one?” he asked, surprised.
“No. Well, its... no. You know my situation. It’s just easier.”
She didn’t want to talk about this while his cock was still inside her, and fortunately he said no more, just kissed her.
“Good. I like that this body is all mine.”
“For two days,” she reminded him, and he stared at her a moment, then nodded.
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THE NEXT MORNING, THEYwoke after both falling fast asleep following one more incredible orgasm in Fletcher’s huge bed.
Olivia stretched and giggled when he pulled her into his arms and kissed her repeatedly on her face, neck, arms and decolletage.
“I’m not your breakfast.”
“Oh yes, you are,” he replied, and he’d been right. For the next few hours, they devoured each other until they were starving and dehydrated.
When his phone rang while they were eating a late brunch, he put it on speaker.
“Fletcher Dufort.”
“It’s me, dickhead. You have me programmed into your phone,” Daniel said dryly.
“I’m sorry, wrong number.” He smirked and Olivia shook her head, laughing silently.
“Are you home? We’re a few minutes away and thought we’d pop in,” Daniel said, and they could hear Harper in the background saying something.