Page 69 of Pretty Secrets

“Say it,” he demands.

I growl, caught between the defiance and pleasure of his commands. “Fuck me,” I grind out. “Fuck me hard.”

He sucks in a breath, staring down at me in surprise. In the next moment, determination clouds his features. He lifts his hips back, pins my own to the bed, and then slides inside, filling me in one swift motion. I can’t help the cry that escapes the back of my throat like it rose from the depths of my fantasies.

He mutters something to himself that sounds suspiciously like he hopes he lasts, but then he’s back in sex-god mode again.

He grips my ass while he sits on his haunches, bringing me with him until we’re face to face and I’m riding his cock. But he’s not just taking it, he’s giving it right back. We’re slamming into each other, hammering away at the pent-up passion between us.

“Ride my dick. Fuck. Yes.” He slams me down over him hard, and I cry out again. My pussy spasms, clenching onto him like she never wants him to leave.

“Oliver!”

“Yeah?” he teases. “Like this?” He does it again and again until I come apart on his cock, screaming. I cling to him for dear life, but he barely lets me have a moment to comprehend what just happened before he flips me around. “Hands and knees,” he instructs.

I do as he tells me, my pussy still spasming. He fills me from behind, his fierce grip on my hips biting into my skin. I’m angled toward the door, and I only now realize it’s wide open.

He grabs a handful of my tit, squeezing. “This is the part where you let them know, Edie. Tell them I’ve owned you forever.” He thrusts inside and pinches my nipple at the same time.

“Oh, God.” My body is still at inferno levels. I never came back down from the climax. He uses his rough grip on my breast as leverage to fuck me from behind, squeezing and releasing with the thrust of his hips. “Oliver,” I call out.

He gives a low, hard groan. “Yes, baby?”

“Fuuuuuck.”

“Are you enjoying yourself, my little Edie? Do you like being filled with my cock?”

“More,” I gasp. “Don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

My rough pants fill the room, interspersed with cries I can’t contain. If Leo or Alaric are still downstairs, they’re hearing all of this.

For some reason, that only makes it hotter.

Oliver gives up one of my breasts to settle his hand between my legs, working my clit in circles.

“Oh, shit,” I breathe out, gasping at the friction. He really does know me inside and out.

“Come on my cock again. Let it out.”

I close my eyes, just feeling him. Letting the push and pull, the slide of him take me over the edge once more. I grip the sheets in my hands, throwing my head back when my climax hits. He rides it out, slowing his movements, which makes it that much more profound.

“Oliver, I’m—”

He pulls out, and I almost sag to the bed, but he’s not done with me. He’s had this pent up for ages, who knows how long we’ll be at this. I’m his reward. His fantasy.

He hovers over me, watching me with a different sort of look. It’s not lust anymore. It’s…love. “Open up for me, Edie.”

I do as he says, dropping my knees to the bed. He slides inside, pushing up on his elbows to hover over me as he takes me nice and slow. Gentle.

Tracing his fingers over my cheekbones, he stares, gaze hitting every corner of my face—every hidden shadow, everything I try to hide. He moves my hair out of the way, curling it around my ear as he continues his slow rhythm.

I start moving against him, joining him in the middle, and his jaw tightens. “Edie, love, do you feel that?”

I swallow, beads of sweat cooling my heated skin. He’s glistening with it as I reach my arms around him, letting my fingertips explore the muscles of his back.

“It’s my love for you.” He pushes forward again, eyelids fluttering closed as he groans. “It’ll be here for you no matter what.”

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