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“Feeling needy?”
“Seven weeks,” I panted into the crook of my arm. “You ruined Obi, asshole.”
He laughed, gave my backside a playful clap. “Be mine and you’ll never be left wanting again. I’m at your disposal.”
“Ten out of ten,” I shot back, breathless.
His husky laughter was wickedlyerotic, especially as his hands raked along my sides. “What were you thinking earlier—when my fingers were buried in that pretty pussy?”
I hummed—or maybe squeaked—but couldn’t put words to the filthy images in my brain, my neck flushing hot as he chuckled knowingly.
“Tell me, Leighton. What had you clenching around me?”
“You?”
“What about me?”
Heat flooded my cheeks. “You. Filling me with cum.”
“Fuuuck.” The growl rolled through him—and me. “Leaking down your thighs after?”
“That’s the idea.”
“Jesus Christ, Trouble.”
“That’s three,” I taunted.
He exhaled a ragged breath. “Hang on, baby. I’m going to ruin you tonight.”
“I dare you to try.”
His grip tightened; he pulled almost free, then slammed home. My world detonated.
“Yes!” I cried.
Ollie settled into a punishing rhythm—harder, deeper—hands roaming as if he couldn’t touch enough. Fingers fisted in my hair; he shoved my head down, looped an arm under my hips, angling impossibly deeper.
“Oh, my fucking—Ollie—oh god—fuck, fuck,fuck?—”
“You’re doing so good, Leigh.”Thrust. “Take my cock like such a good girl.”Thrust. Each guttural word arrowed straight to my core. He pounded into me like he meant to split me in two, and I devoured every ecstatic second, surrendering to the mattress, ass up, body his to command.
“Your pretty pink pussy looks gorgeous wrapped around me.” My walls fluttered; sweat beaded over my skin as he drove me to the brink. “Who’s going to make you come?”
“You are.”
“Damn straight. Who owns your pleasure, Leighton?”
“You do.” No contest. Not even a question.
“Good. Say my name.”
“Ollie!”
“Fuck, yes. Now give me what I want—come for me, beautiful.”
“I—need?—”
“I know. Be my good girl and come all over my cock.”