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“Good girl,” I praise, peppering kisses down her shoulder. I push between her shoulder blades to press her chest and faceinto the mattress, muffling some of the sounds she makes as the wand works its magic.

Reaching around her, I tug down her leggings until they’re around her ankles and kneel down to carefully take them off each foot. Then she’s completely bare to me—mine for the taking.

And damn do I want to take.

And take.

And take.

But I’m a giver first.

Raking my hands up the backs of her thighs, they rest on her ass and squeeze. She sucks in a breath when I brush my nose against her supple skin before biting down on her fleshy cheek.

“Alex,” she moans when I get closer to where she’s wet for me. I can smell it—her need. Her desperation.

So, I won’t make her wait.

My mouth covers her, working her with my tongue and fingers. Her legs start shaking, and I know the wand is doing its job and then some when her garbled noises join the incoherent talk.

I don’t slow down or show any mercy.

I fuck her with my mouth with a purpose, and when she says, “It’s too much,” I know I’m only moments away from her breaking apart.

And the second I feel her spasming around my tongue, I don’t hesitate to stand, shed my pants and the briefs underneath, and put my cock where my tongue was only moments before.

“God, I can still feel you coming,” I groan as her pussy grips me. I thrust forward and pull out, teasing her with the tip. Then I lean over her, position one of her knees on the edge of the bed, and plow forward until she screams my name into the mattress.

“You better keep that vibrator on your pussy,” I tell her, driving into her until the sound of her arousal and our slapping hips tightens my balls. “If I see you move that away, I’m going to start again. Do you understand me?”

She makes another incoherent sound.

“Do you understand me, Olive?” I repeat.

“Y-Yes,” she finally answers.

I pause only to move her other leg on the bed so she’s ass up in the air. The deeper angle makes me cuss under my breath. “Jesus. It feels like you’re sucking me in. Your pussy is fucking made for me. Do you know that?”

When she doesn’t make a noise, I reach forward and twist her hair around my fist to lift her head up. “I didn’t hear you. Is your pussy made for me?”

“Oh God,” she whispers.

“Not your God, baby girl.”

But my pride sure as hell accepts the title.

“Tell me whose pussy this is,” I goad.

Silence.

I stop fucking her but grind my hips into her until I bottom out. “You can pretend like this pussy isn’t mine, but we both know it is. It’s made for me. It always has been. I don’t think I need you to confirm it, because I canfeelit.”

In a shaky voice, she says, “Alex.”

“I know, sweetheart. I know.”

She starts pulsing around me, tightening, clenching and vice gripping my cock until I can’t hold back.

“Holy shit,” I groan. “I need you to come. I need to feel you drown my cock. I need to feel what I do to you. Do it, Olive. Come for me.”