Page 59 of The Pain We Allow

Oh God I begged, I really begged. And the sounds I was making! Olivia thought, moaning miserably as she tugged the sheet over her head. She gasped as Colin ripped the sheet back down and hauled her up onto his lap, naked. He groaned as her warmth sunk through his shorts. Shuffling, he pushed them down freeing his dick, lifting her then lowering her onto him, feeling she was still slick from last night.

He hissed as her tightness strangled him. Olivia cried out, pressing her hard nipples into his chest as she went limp against him.

“Better?” he chuckled into her ear as he began moving her hips, grinding her body against him, ignoring her soft sobs.

“You’re going to fuck me to death,” she whined against his neck, her warm breath washing over him.

“Maybe. I just missed you, and I’ve got a lot of energy to expend. And who better to expend it on than my beautiful wife’s helpless body. Giving her orgasm after orgasm and making her take all my cum?” he grinned wickedly as he felt her stiffen.

He made her roll her hips, her clit pressing sharp against his pubic bone. He groaned as she bit down hard onto his shoulder as she came gently, with a soft soughing sigh, as if she was too weak from the night before to give much else. Holding her buttocks, he lifted her several inches and dropped her, her wetness making the glide smooth. He knew she had to be sore, and the knowledge that he was making it worse, chafing already abused tissues fed the sadistic beast inside of him.

“God, knowing this is uncomfortable for you is really fucking doing it for me,” Colin said harshly, nudging her back so he could lean forward to suck a nipple into his mouth, lifting her up several inches and slamming her back down, pressing up and grinding deeply against the back of her sex. He reveled in hearing her sharp yelp. He groaned deep in his chest as he lifted her up and down onto his cock for long minutes, the wet slap of their bodies meeting and her nipple between his teeth his undoing. He came hard, flooding into her. He buried his face into her breasts as he rocked into her, his arms banding around her waist, feeling the little ripples of her vagina as she succumbed to another smaller orgasm.

They stayed locked together that way for a while, him seated deep inside of her. He pulled back to reach for his coffee once more. Taking a deep gulp, he offered his cup to her, surprised when she took it. He normally drank it black. She sipped quietly, still feeling him deep inside of her.

Would he want to carry me around the house like this while he did his everyday routine? Maybe. Maybe he should just staple me to his body and ensure I can’t go anywhere. She giggled, her face scrunching as the coffee hit her taste buds.

“Yuck.” She complained, giving him back his cup.

“What’s so funny?” he mused, taking another deep sip and sitting back quietly, sinking a hand into her hair, content just being with her. She moved to raise herself off of him and he tightened his hand on her hip with a warning sound. She lowered back down.

“I was just thinking how you’d be perfectly content to walk around all day with me wrapped around you. You’d have to strap me to your body,” she said softly, running her hands over his hard chest and abs, getting her first real feel of him since they’d been together. His muscles bunched beneath her hands.

Colin made a deep sound in his throat.

“Not a bad idea actually, I’ve thought about it several times,” he said. His eyes glittered at hers from over his coffee cup, making her blush harder as he took another drink. She watched his throat work around it as he cocked his head at hers, his half hard erection twitching inside her as she so blatantly assessed him.

“You can’t go again,” she whispered, arching one eyebrow.

“Can’t I?” he whispered back, placing his coffee cup on his nightstand. He placed both hands on her thighs and rubbed, giving her a dangerous smile.

“Nooo,” Olivia complained, feeling him become increasingly hard inside of her. She squealed as he suddenly flipped her onto her back and rolled with her, encasing her wrists with his big hands, holding her arms down to the mattress.

“You know what I think?” His voice deepened slightly as he pressed his body down into hers. Olivia panted for air.

“I think those last two orgasms you had weren’t good enough, and you owe me. So I’m not stopping until you come so hard I want to feel you bend my dick with how hard you tighten around me,” he punctuated the sentence with a hard thrust, stealing her air and making her arch her back, gritting her teeth.

“Sir?” she bit out.

“Yes, Olivia?”

“I’m not screaming for you this morning. It’s too early for all of that.” She taunted, wrapping her legs around his waist and tightening her knees against him.

“Well, baby,” Colin said, placing his hand on the side of her head, his thumb fluttering over her mouth. “I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t say you had to scream. I said you had to tighten to the point you bend my dick. And you’ve seen how big my dick is, right?” He circled his hips deep, smiling as he drew a strangled cry out of her throat. He slipped his thumb in her mouth, pressing against her tongue. “You think that’s going to be easy? We’re going to be up here all day beautiful. I sincerely hope you appreciated the sleep I let you get.”

Colin's hand moved lower to wrap around her throat, and he tightened hard, cutting off her air supply as he began to rock them.

It took most of the day, and in the end Colin ended up almost breaking the damn thing off himself, unable to get enough of Olivia's skin, her smell, and her taste. He carried her downstairs for a late lunch, as she couldn’t walk from the marathon of sex he’d subjected them to for the last twenty-four hours. He let her nap again for around an hour before he woke her up rather violently, thrusting into her from behind and snatching her head back by her hair. Pissed all over again that she’d ran away, wondering how long it would take for him to get over it.

He fucked her sometimes to keep from crying, or to keep the anxiety at bay. He would never tell her just how off the deep end he went when he’d come home to her gone, his garage in disarray, the guest house room open, and her car with the keys still inside. So many sirens had been blaring that day that he had the worst panic attack of his life. Jonathan had to take him to the hospital.

He had never felt pain like that before, even when he lost his mother. This was different. This woman didn’t know she had the power to break him. And he supposed it went the other way too. That was why she left in the first place. He’d broken her heart, and he’d be damned if he let it stay cracked open.

So until they could begin counseling again, sexual healing was on the menu. Copious amounts of it.

Downstairs in his study, Colin groaned deep in his chest as he dripped with sweat. He sniffed and leaned harder into Olivia, who was currently sobbing almost uncontrollably before letting out an ear-shattering scream that shocked him. She was wrapped tight around him while he banged her hips roughly against a wall that held pictures of him and several celebrities and friends.

Through the pain in his back and the blood rushing in his ears, he heard a picture fall and break with their movements.

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