Page 74 of Alik

The thought sends excitement jumping across my nerves.

I shove my fingers inside Olive roughly while staring at her face.

I pick up my pace, fucking her fast and hard, my breaths coming out as pants while her face contorts.

A moan pushes through her parted lips, and the sight and sound together squeeze my balls, making my teeth clamp.

I don’t take my eyes off her lips as I pull my hand away and climb to my feet. My cock demands urgency as I work my belt, but my hands don’t obey, taking their time.

I breathe in long inhales through my nose, focusing on slowing my breathing while freeing my cock from my boxers and letting my pants hang around my knees.

Her face is so innocent. So sweet. You would never know the vile things this woman is capable of or the wickedness spoken between those lips just by looking at her. It’s only until it’s too late to save yourself that Olive Solace reveals who she really is.

And I still don’t feel like I have the whole story.

And I still feel like I want it.

All of it.

I want all of her.

I grasp her jaw and lower it to open her mouth wider before pressing the head of my dick to her lips. One hand braces me on the arm of the couch while the other holds her jaw as my eyelids get heavy and I work my way inside her mouth.

I use her lips to massage my head and groan as I watch precum moisten her pink, supple flesh.

Taking a fistful of her hair, I lift her head and thrust a couple inches inside her mouth before pulling out and pushing in again. Her eyelids wrinkle, and a whine sends a delicious buzz down my cock.

I speed up, willing her eyes to open, and when her long lashes flutter and the whites of her eyes expand, surprise stiffening her body, I pause inside her mouth and press a finger to my lips.

I let go of her hair and smooth it back, my chest rumbling with desire. “Which one are you? Olive or the twin?”

She just blinks at me for a moment. I knew the second her innocent eyes met mine which one she was, but I’ve been surprised before. And I want to hear her say it.

“Hmmm?” I ask, petting her head.

When she tries to pull away, my palm smooths to cup her head to hold her still.

She blinks at me again, and I smile. I can only imagine how I must look, the wickedness that must be shining in my already unsettling eyes, but she doesn’t shrink away, and I don’t expect her to. Every other woman, yes. Not Olive. She’s a nervous wreck, always, but she isn’t afraid of me.

“Olive,” she mumbles around my cock, saliva pooling in the corners of her mouth.

“Good,” I say, relaxing my hips against her face before slowly fucking her mouth. “Do you want to be my good girl, Olive?”

She hesitates for several moments before giving me a slight nod. A bolt of desire races down my spine, making me shoot upright and jerk into her at the same time. I close my eyes a moment on a groan, then I grip both sides of her head to thrust deeper than before, my shoulders shaking from the pleasure it brings.

Her lips tighten around my cock, creating suction she couldn’t give while unconscious, and her tongue moves with my thrusts.

Every part of my body clenches, contracting so hard I feel like I’m about to burst, yet I pump faster, making Olive gag until the tension snaps and cum rushes from me.

I still, holding Olive’s head as I raise onto the balls of my feet and let out an animalistic grunt while my seed pours into her mouth. My eyelids feel heavy, but I don’t dare close them, don’t dare miss the tingle that trickles down my spine when a dribble of my cum leaks from the corner of her lips.

I pull out of her mouth, my lungs working as if I’ve been holding my breath, and wipe the back of my hand over my sweat-slicked forehead. Olive’s throat contracts as she swallows, a string of my cum dribbling on her chin.

I swipe it up with my index finger and bring it to her lips, my body hunching with an exhale when she darts her tongue out and licks at the semen.

My body begs to collapse beside her, bring her in my arms and kiss those lips capable of bringing so much pleasure, but I’m also dizzy with the need to show her the same.

I’m just about to drop to my knees and eat her a second time when a knock sounds on my door. I pivot that way while Olive nearly jumps from her skin. How I could have ever mistaken the evil one for her is beyond me.

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