Page 21 of Oliver

“Did you fuck her last night, Oli?” I ask, and his eyes dart back to me. I keep thrusting and he nods. I growl.

“Did you come inside her?” I ask, and my thrusting gets harder and deeper when he nods again.

I grip his hair and he gasps as I pull on it. “Did you do as you were told and think of me?” He tries to nod again but can’t with the grip I have on his hair. “Use your words,” I demand.

“Yes,” he gasps. “I thought of you. Only you.”

I growl as I snap my hips harder and he shudders. God he feels so good. Love that I’m riding him, fucking him senseless and he’s just taking it. I’m so fucking close. I release his hair and reach around to grab his cock again. He jerks and I moan at how goddamn hard he is, the sheet underneath him slick with precum.

“Goddamn, Oli,” I growl. “You’re so fucking hard for me, aren’t you?” He nods on a whimper. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you forget you ever let this cock anywhere near a pussy. Got it?” He nods again.

“Who’s cock is this, Oli?” I ask, stroking him faster as I pound into him now with a relentless need. A need to fuck her and any thoughts of her right out of him. I need to fill him, use him, make him mine.

“Yours. Fuck, it’s all yours, Hunter.”

“It is, isn’t it? It’s mine, Oli, not hers, not yours. Mine. Only mine.”

He nods furiously. “Christ, Hunter, please let me come.”

I lean over and kiss his shoulder as I thrust again and again, feeling that tell tale ache in my balls as they draw up and my spine tingles. I come on a shout, my head thrown back, my cock pulsing as load after load of my release spills inside him.

“Please,” he whimpers. I slide out of him slowly and grip his ass cheeks in my hands, burying my face in them, kissing them, nuzzling them, breathing in the scent of gingerbread, vanilla, sweat, and sex, then slipping off the condom and dribbling my cum out of it and along his ass cheeks until they’re coated in me, before licking it off again, his mewls and whimpers music to my ears.

“Fuck,” he moans, turning his head to look back at me. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

“Mmmm,” I murmur in ascent. “Would you like to come for me, Oli?” He nods vigorously and I grin, climbing off the bed and moving to sit in the chair a few feet away.

“Rub yourself off on the sheets, then,” I tell him. “No hands. Just your big, beautiful cock on those fancy as hell sheets.”

He grips the pillow and thrusts, his hips and ass muscles clenching, tightening, as he moves, his cock sliding along the silky white sheets until I see him trembling, gripping the pillow so tight his knuckles are white, his face flushed and sweat beaded on his brow.

“Stop,” I demand, and he does, looking over at me with wide eyes. “Don’t come.”

“Fuck,” he nearly growls. “You fucking bastard.”

I grin. “I told you you would hurt for me, Oli,” I remind him. “Again.”

He blinks and his eyes widen again when he realizes what I’m up to. “Fuck you,” he growls, and my grin widens further.

“Again,” I repeat. He thrusts his hips against the sheets, his cock brushing against it, the tip red and angry, oozing precum. I let him go until he’s shaking again. “Stop.”

He nearly snarls at me. “You bloody wanker. How many times are you going to make me do this?”

“Again,” I say. His face flushes and I see his jaw tick but he obeys, making my own cock spring back to life. Watching him rub off on the sheets is insanely erotic, especially knowing he won’t come unless I give him the okay. His ass muscles clench again and again as he moves and his thighs tremble. “Slower,” I tell him, and he adjusts his pace, his biceps bulging as he takes in a breath, gripping the pillow tighter.

It’s not long before he speaks, and his voice is a pathetic whimper. “Please,” he begs. “Please, I need to come.” He turns to look at me and my cock jerks at the sight of tears sliding down his cheeks. Fuck, that’s hot.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” I reply once his hips cease their movement. He whimpers and keeps going, his cock straining and leaking like crazy. I let him move for a moment more, his body shaking, before I say, “come for me, baby.” He lets out a choked sob, and a bellow leaves his throat as his cock shoots ropes of come onto the bed. My mouth salivates at the sight and I grip my now rock hard cock and jerk myself until I’m spraying a second time.

He collapses, a panting, gasping mess, his entire body beaded with sweat and flushed as he blinks away tears. I stand and move to him, pressing kisses to his back, before I grip his hair again and tug, forcing him to look at me. “Kiss me,” I demand, and he rotates so that he’s sitting on the bed, before I straddle him, and his lips lock with mine, my hand still gripping his sweat slicked, messy as fuck hair.

“You’re a fucking devil,” he murmurs, his body trembling still. I grin against his lips.

“You love it,” I reply, and he hums, brushing his nose against mine.

“I do,” he admits. “I really do.”

“Fuck, Oli, you make me so hard,” I tell him. “The way you surrender to me. It’s so fucking hot. I’ve always enjoyed being in control in bed, but it’s even better with you.”

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