Page 13 of Piper

Ollie looks at me like I’m the most beautiful person in the world and it pushes all thoughts out of my mind. He keeps hold of my hands but with a devilish smirk, he lowers his head down between my thighs. Within seconds, his tongue is buried deep in my slit and he’s licking vigorously between my legs. My moans fill the room and I thrust my pelvis into his face, demanding more. My body always responds to even his slightest touch, but this is a full on assault. His tongue flicks over my clit and my stomach clenches. The hand that holds my wrists together, grips tighter, preparing me for more to come, then with his free hand, he pushes two fingers into my wet, eager pussy. I scream out in delight and am matched with a shriek of pain that rips from Chance as he regains consciousness again. Hearing him match my noise, sends me further into the abyss.

Ollie continues his assault on my pussy using his fingers, pistoning in and out with a hard fury while his tongue flicks over my clit, causing it to pulsate. My pussy gets wetter, yet I feel as though it’s clamping tightly around his fingers, begging for more. He continues the assault and I feel as though I’m on the edge of a cliff, about to freefall, but I just need that little bit more to get me there and Ollie knows it.

“Please… babe… Ollie… more. I need more erm… more, please,” I beg, almost incoherently. Ollie loves it when I beg and I feel him chuckle against my flesh and it causes the most amazing tingle to spread, but he never stops his assault. Instead, he curves his fingers at the most perfect angle, hitting that sweet spot that causes me to see stars. My moans let him know he has me exactly where he wants me, so he slows his movements. It feels like his fingers are massaging every part of my cunt and it causes me to shake, that volcanic feeling building in me. I feel my pussy walls clench and Ollie moans as it milks at his drenched fingers. Unable to hold back anymore, no longer wanting to torment either of us, he speeds back up again, making sure to curve his fingers in the exact same way as before. My stomach drops in the most delicious way and my body starts to shake as my climax overtakes me. I feel as though fireworks are erupting throughout and I scream in ecstasy. Ollie slows down but doesn’t stop completely, allowing me to ride out my orgasm.

When I finally come down, I’m a panting mess, my voice hoarse from begging and shouting Ollie’s name like he’s a God. I can’t deny that nobody has ever made me feel like this before. Before I met him, no man had ever given me an orgasm, the only pleasure I had ever felt had been at my own hand. Yet it was never like this. Everytime it is just as good, if not better, and I feel as though the world is exploding in the best way.

Ollie’s grip on my wrists loosens enough for me to pull free and I reach down and drag his face to mine. He kisses me with a longing and I feel his rock hard cock pressing against my entrance. He enjoys giving me pleasure just as much as I enjoy receiving it. Tasting myself on his tongue is sweet and turns me on even more. I lick my sweet nectar off his lips and he groans in delight. I reach down and take hold of his hard, velvety cock and I grip it tightly. As his tongue battles with mine, I slowly stroke along his hard cock from the base to the tip. When I reach the tip, I feel a drop of pre-cum leak out and I swipe my finger across it. Tearing myself away from Ollie’s lips, I keep hold of his stare, letting him see the passion in my eyes as I move my finger to my mouth. I seductively lick the cum off and moan with delight as I taste the saltiness on my tongue. Shivers run through my body as I desperately crave more. I move my hand back to his cock to stroke him again as his whimpers fill the room. Loving the feeling of power that I have, I grip him, stroking up and down tightly. I look up and see Ollie holding my gaze, showing me the way he feels for me and I feel a strange tug in my stomach. I look over his shoulder at Chance and see him staring at me with fury and desperation. I know I should feel something when I see his pain, but I don’t. All I see when I look at him is the bucket on his stomach and that is where my love lies. Despite the room being filled with the combined moans of both pleasure and pain from the two men, I’m convinced I can still hear the sounds of Reggie and my other babies as they squeak and claw their way to freedom. I know they are eating their fill and relishing in the fantastic gift I have given them. Chance will never know how much it means to me that I’m able to give them this gift because of him.

Ollie follows my vision and I feel him still. He’s hurt. I'm looking at another man whilst grabbing hold of his cock, but I don’t let him ruin this moment with petty jealousy. Instead, I squeeze harder and tug more vigorously, distracting him from his thoughts and pulling him back into our moment. He growls and pushes my hand away from his cock and pins me down onto the bed with his hands.

“What do you want, Piper? Do you want my hard cock?” he whispers into my ear and my whole body clenches.

“Yes,” I groaned, not able to find the words to tell him what more I want. Because it’s true, I want everything. I want him deep inside me and pounding into me as hard as he can. Making me quiver with desire as I hold on tight. He is more than happy to oblige.

I feel Ollie’s cock sitting at the entrance of my pussy and I feel as he slides the tip up and down my slit, making sure it’s coated in my juices. He gently pushes the swollen head into my soaking cunt and even though I’m prepared, begging for it even, the delicious sting as he stretched me open still causes me to thrust upwards. The movement causes his cock to slide in even further and I clench my walls around his dick. But Ollie must have the patience of a saint because, despite the hiss I hear escape his lips as I clench, he doesn’t increase his speed. He continues to slowly press inside me until he’s fully seated as deep as he can go. I feel so full and complete, the sigh that escapes shocks me as it’s one of joy. I almost feel whole for the first time and that scares the shit out of me. I try to wiggle around, showing Ollie how much I need for him to move inside me, but he doesn’t. I know he’s giving me a chance to stretch to his size, which, given how wet I was, hardly seems necessary. But if his deep inhaling breaths are any indication, then his lack of movement might have more to do with his own need to get control over his body before he continues. Ollie has always been a good, considerate lover in that sense. To say he is younger than me, and compared to the men I have been used to, I expected him to be shooting his load after a few pumps and struggling to find where my clit is even located. But that is so far away from Ollie. This boy blows all those men out of the water, which is why I’m writhing in desperation right now.

“More, Ollie. Move inside me, please.” As I say the words, I clamp my pussy walls tightly around his cock, milking him and letting him know how desperate I am. He groans and moves his lips to my neck. He begins to lick and nibble across my pulse point as he slowly pulls his hard shaft back out. I feel the tip just sitting at my opening, but I feel empty and I mewl at the loss. As a distraction, Ollie moves one of his hands to my nipple and begins to roll it around between his thumb and finger, occasionally tugging on it in the most delicious way that shoots all the way down to my clit, lighting my body up even more in the process.

I feel so alive and so distracted by all of the sensations that are assaulting my body at the same time. Ollie continues to nibble and suck on my neck, whilst he tugs and massages my nipples as he plunges his cock back deep inside me. All I can do is hold on tight. In fact, my hands grip onto Ollie’s back so hard, I’m sure I’m clawing at his skin, but he doesn’t mind. With every incoherent scream and beg for more, or every time my pussy clenches down for more, it fills Ollie with a feverish hunger and his strokes become faster and harder. The sensations around my body are indescribable and I feel like I am a cog that is being wound up so very tight before it finally gets let loose, and fuck, I can’t wait for that to happen. Everytime I even get slightly to the edge, Ollie changes rhythm or touches me differently. Sometimes, he even just stops completely, fully sheathed inside me and leans down so our foreheads are touching. His eyes tell me everything, all the words I refuse to let his mouth ever speak. I know Ollie has feelings for me, I created it so that he would, like I have all the others, but this is different. This time, I think I want him to say the words, I think I want to hear them from him and that really scares me. But the idea that someone truly loves me, and I mean the real me, even after everything he has seen and done because of me, is a scary thought. I never believed it was a possibility and hope is just as painful as any other emotion, so I never bothered with that. Yet here I am, tightly squeezing his cock with my pussy wall, lightly trailing my fingers down his back and staring deep into his beautiful blue eyes that almost look black right now as they are so blown with desire, and I want him to defy me. I want him to break my rules and tell me how he really feels, but I know he won't. He’s worried that breaking the rules in that way would push me away and he isn’t wrong, but this time, I just feel prepared.

Our little bubble is broken with shouts of pain and agony coming from Chance. He is one of the more vocal sacrifices we have ever had, but I don’t mind that. I get a lot more out of hearing his pain. While Ollie stills inside me, I quiver with excitement and I get an idea.

“Fuck me from behind, on all fours,” I instruct before pressing my lips against Ollie’s. This doesn’t come as a massive shock because he knows how much I enjoy that position. But he isn’t quick to let me up just yet, instead giving me a few hard thrusts that hit deep in my core while his kisses devour my screams.

I’m still seeing stars from how hard and deep those last few thrusts were when he flips me over and I squeal in shock. He places me on my hands and knees facing the bed headboard and he takes his place behind me, holding onto my hips. But before he can slide back home just the way he wants, I wiggle my arse and my head to object. I look seductively over my shoulder at Ollie and he looks confused. I start to crawl over the bed and he has no idea what I am doing, but I need him to get back into position quickly because my pussy is feeling awfully lonely, so I decide to give him a very big hint.

“I want to face this way,” I say sweetly, offering up no form of explanation because he doesn’t need one. He knows I want to watch Chance as his life force continues to drain and he grows weaker. I want to see the moment he gives his life to my babies so I can thank him for his gift. He may not be getting anything out of the way my babies are taking what they need, but hopefully, we can give him enough of a show that he goes out of here pleased. What guy doesn’t want to leave this world with a hard on, looking at a gorgeous girl getting fucked right in front of him. So, it’s my way of saying thank you, but if I’m being honest, it's also for me. I really fucking get off on being able to look him in the eyes, swallow his pains and the cries of his desperation and let them consume me as Ollie fucks me into oblivion. Some may say that’s a screwed up way to crawl over that edge and claim my orgasm, but I don’t give a shit. As usual, Ollie gives me exactly what I want. He throws me around so I am facing Chance and he is kneeling behind me. He roughly grabs onto my hips and pulls me back against him, his cock sliding along my wet folds but not diving deep like I want. Instead, he rubs the tip over my clit and I feel like my whole body is quivering in anticipation. I push back to meet him, desperate for more but he doesn’t give in. Ollie likes that this is the only time he can have just a tiny bit of control, even if it is all my choice.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” Ollie breathes in my ear as I feel his hard chest pressing into my back. He pulls me up with him so I am kneeling in front of him and he has one hand on my hip, the other wrapped loosely around my neck. I can feel his cock pushing hard against my arse. I try to wiggle on his cock to show him exactly what I want, but he isn’t having any of it. Moving the hand from around my neck, he gently takes my nipple between his fingers before pulling and twisting it, causing a spark to travel straight to my vagina. I can feel my breathing start to become irregular and I crave more. I want to feel him everywhere and if I have to beg, I will.

“I want you. All of you. Inside me. Touch me. Anything… please,” I mumble incoherently, my thoughts scattered with the desperate need to be touched. Ollie’s hand that was on my hip snakes around to the front and he cups my mound, causing me to gasp. With ease, he slides his finger through my folds and finds my engorged nub. I’m already so sensitive from the pounding I took earlier and the fact I haven’t orgasmed with Ollie inside me yet. The minute his finger slides across my clit, I feel like I am breaking into tiny little pieces. Everything feels so sensitive and my body hums with desire. I quickly pick up where I left off before and the more he rubs against me, the more I cry out in pleasure. I feel the pressure building quickly, that feeling starting to wash over my body. I feel like I am about to tighten up and then fall to pieces, but before I even get a chance to reach the peak, Ollie moves his hand away.

“Fuck! What the fuck, Ollie?” I scream in frustration. He just chuckles against my ear.

“Baby, when I finally let you cum, I want to feel it on my cock. Now, bend over and tell me what you want,” Ollie instructs. At first, I’m fuming that he has the nerve to talk to me like this. I’m the one in charge, he knows the rules. Then my wanton desire takes over, my inner slut is desperate for his touch. He wants me to cum on his cock and I want to do it. I can’t believe I’m willing to give over control to someone else for the first time since I was a teenager. But I’m not thinking of him right now. He took something from me. This is not the same. I am giving Ollie the power and the control, but I trust that if I want to end it at any point, he will respect that. It only just occurs to me now as I’m thinking things through that I must actually trust Ollie. There's no way it's any more than that. I am not capable of more. Then again, I don’t think I could trust anyone else.

Fuck, I really need to stop overthinking things. I need to live in the moment. I look over at Chance and see that he has, once again, lost consciousness. When I listen really hard, I can hear the tearing of flesh and the scratching and squeaking as my babies enjoy their gift. Hearing how happy they are and how much I have been able to provide for them, fills me with joy and instantly pulls me back in the moment. Imagining their happiness and the pain Chance will feel when he wakes back up again, sends my body tingling. I bend back over as Ollie instructs, pressing my tits to the bed and sticking my arse in the air.

Ollie wastes no time. He takes hold of my hips in a tight grip that will most likely bruise in the morning and he pushes his big, hard cock deep into my pussy, hitting that sweet spot as he does. I see stars and I can hear my breath coming out in pants in between my moans and whimperings. Ollie doesn’t take things slow this time. Before was for teasing, this is the real deal. Every time he impales himself deep inside me, I feel as though I’m falling apart. I am sweating, my breathing is erratic, and I’m clawing at the bed sheets, gripping them just for something to hold onto. My moans have become frantic and I lower my head to the bed and bite the bed sheets in an attempt to muffle the noise.

CRACK! Out of the blue, I feel a hard slap against the swell of my arse cheek as Ollie’s hand makes contact. Instinctively, I let out a guttural groan, loving the sting against my tender flesh. Ollie has never spanked me before, and I never would have let him do that to me. But fuck, does it feel good and now I know that I don’t think I want to stop him. He obviously likes my response to his spank because his low-pitched moan matches mine.

“Fuck, baby. You liked it when I spanked your arse, didn’t you?” he asks as he continues to pound my pussy ruthlessly. I can’t think straight. My mind feels as though it’s floating away and every nerve ending in my body is on fire. I can feel the pressure between my legs building even higher with every thrust of his dick into me.

“Yes,” I scream at the top of my voice, giving Ollie a small piece of me that I never intended to give away. A small piece of trust that I’m not sure he should have. But right now, all that matters is I chase the ending I am desperately craving.

“Do you know, Piper, that when I spank that delicious curvy arse of yours, your pussy clenches down on my cock like a vice? And fuck me, does it feel good.” Before I have time to reply to him, he proves his point with another spank to the opposite arse cheek. This time, I can feel the way my pussy clenches and then gushes slightly, clearly aroused by the pain. Ollie groans loudly this time and slows down his rhythm, just a little. But I don’t want things to slow down, so I back my arse up hard and start to ride his cock, impaling myself on it as hard as I can. The hiss from Ollie at my unexpected maneuver delights me and I continue backing my arse up and grinding along on his dick. Ollie holds my hips and guides me. I can hear his breathing become erratic and he’s starting to lose control too. That's when he starts to take over. Speeding up his movements until he’s pounding in me, hard, vigorous thrusts that hit deep inside. The crescendo starts to build and I feel as though I’m losing control. Even though it's something I never do, right now, I’m doing it willingly, for Ollie. My body ripples like electricity runs through my veins and every part of me is on fire. My breathing is unsteady and my pulse is racing. Sweat is pouring down my face and my hair is sticking all over the place, but I don’t care. The delicious clench in my stomach begins and I start to see stars behind my eyes as I reach the cliff edge.

“I’m… fuck… I’m going to… fuck me… I’m going to cum!” My screams fill the room as my whole body starts to shake. I can feel the walls of my pussy start to clench and I know I am milking Ollie’s cock at the same time. His moans match my own and he continues with his thrusts as I fall apart in his arms. His rhythm that has never faltered before, now starts to become uneven, just like his breathing. Ollie slams into me hard and the sound of our flesh connecting echoes around the room along with our cries of happiness. My pussy gushes around his cock as I cum hard. This is all it takes to push Ollie over the edge and with a gruff moan, his dick stills before exploding. He fills me completely and I feel my pussy tightening and spasming around his cock, milking it dry, desperate for every last drop of his cum.

Once we both come down from our incredible high, I flop down onto the bed so I’m lying on my stomach and Ollie collapses onto my back. He uses his arms to hold his weight off me, but I like the feeling of being enveloped by the heat from his body. As we fall into the new position, his cock slides out of my very sated pussy and it feels empty. It feels as though the piece I never even knew was missing just left and I want it back. I want him back inside me already.

“Fuck, Piper, that was amazing,” Ollie says as he rolls off my back and to the side of me. He’s laying on his side, as close to my body as he can get without fucking me or squashing me. I like the warmth of his skin against mine. This is a new sensation for me. I don’t know what it is that changed, but I’ve never allowed myself to feel this way before. I don’t do emotions and I certainly don’t trust other people with mine. Nobody has ever given a shit about them before, so I stopped trying. Yet I think with Ollie, I may not want to give him that piece of me, but he’s taken it anyway. I do feel something for Ollie. I have no idea what it is or what fucking use it is to me. But I will need to think this through because I had a plan. One that did not involve Ollie.

Ollie kisses and suckles on my neck as we lie together peacefully. The only noise we both hear is the scurrying of my rats as they burrow their way around Chance’s body. He remains unconscious and I see blood dripping down his body into little pools on the floor. He hasn’t lost a great deal of blood, but I doubt, with the level of pain he has endured and is still to experience, his body will be able to tolerate more. He is out for good now. I have done this enough times to recognise the patterns and Chance is done for.

Laying here, surrounded by my rats' noises and wrapped tightly in Ollie’s arms, I feel a strange sense of home. I’ve never associated anything with home before. I never needed to. But right now, I feel a warm feeling in my chest that has nothing to do with the afterglow of the orgasm. I am happy. This is a big fucking problem because I wan’t supposed to get attached to Ollie. He is temporary; they always are. Granted, he’s lasted longer than all the others, but that doesn’t mean I was keeping him. My mischief is complete, we don’t need any more.

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