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She tugs me down to her and kisses me. She kisses me hard and wraps her legs around my back. My dick nudges her center, and a jolt of pleasure moves through me.
I wait until she’s lifting her hips up to create friction against me and giving me those sexy little moans before I guide the head of my dick to her pussy.
I meet her gaze. “I’ll go slow. Let me know if you want to stop.”
I push in a few inches and watch her lashes flutter closed. A lazy smile lifts the corners of her mouth.
“Don’t stop.”
“We have all night,” I say, but what I mean is I don’t want to hurt her. I’m not being cocky when I say I’m a lot to take.
Her eyes open and she drags her nails down my sides. “If you don’t start fucking me, I am going to die of anticipation.”
“So bossy.” I nip at her full bottom lip and then give her more.
Her brows pinch together, and her mouth stays in that perfect “o” shape as I work my way in and out, each time sinking farther into her pussy.
I’m strung so tight that I’m already in danger of coming. I do my best to memorize every detail of this moment because I know I’ll want to replay it later. She’s so damn sexy and everything about this feels perfect.
“I’m going to come again,” she warns as she bucks up into me, forcing me a little deeper.
“Me too,” I tell her, swiping my lips over hers and pressing our foreheads together.
Our ragged breaths mingle together as her second orgasm seizes her body. Her pussy locks onto me and sends me over the edge.
I’m panting her name and wishing on every possible entity for it to never end or for a million repeats as we both come down from that post-sex high.
“Fuck, gorgeous. Your pussy was made for me.” I pull out of her with a groan and fall onto the mattress beside her.
Olivia’s sweet laughter starts up again and I glance over at her with a mixture of amusement and concern.
“Everything okay?”
“Better than okay,” she says and flings an arm over my chest as she nuzzles into my side.
“I can’t think straight yet to come up with anything witty, but I’ll take better than okay.”
She lets out another short laugh. “Way, way better than okay.”
22
OLIVIA
“Morning,” I say as Flynn pulls me against him, so my back is flush against his chest. One beefy arm wraps around my waist and he throws a leg over my hip.
“I could get used to this.” His words come out gruff and muffled.
Same. I wriggle my butt against his crotch. My body lights up in a way that shouldn’t be possible after last night. I’m sore but in the best way.
“Ooh. Feeling feisty?” His arm around my waist lowers. I fell asleep in one of his T-shirts. I tried a pair of sweatpants, but they were comically big on me, so I skipped pants all together. As his fingers slip under the hem of the shirt and glide across my lower stomach, I’m grateful there’s one less thing in the way.
“Yes.”
He groans.
“I have bad news.” The pad of his thumb drags over my inner thigh.
“What’s that?” I ask breathlessly. I can feel him growing harder against me.
