Page 10 of Sinful Eve

My heart thumps, and my dick twitches. “What about your rules?” I ask.

Olivia’s eyes widen. “Fuck the rules,” she whispers before wrapping her arms around me and pulling me down for a kiss.

I kiss her slowly, savoring the taste of her lips. Her tongue dances with mine as her fingers travel over my shoulders and down my back. “You’ll stay?”

“Yes.” She lifts her head and presses a kiss against my neck.

I groan into her hair. “Fuck, Olivia. You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

“Show me,” she whispers.

I draw back. “You don’t have to ask me twice.” I don’t waste a single second. I kiss her and slide inside her again. Her soft body welcomes me, wrapping around me like a warm blanket. Her warmth lassoes me as her muscles grip me.

“Carlo.” She moans as I thrust inside her.

“My name on your lips is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard,” I growl against her neck. Thrusting deeper and pulling back only to plunge in again.

“You feel so good.”

“Wait, it gets better,” I hiss.

“Promises, promises,” she pants.

“You’re right, I promised to show you how it feels to be with me. How it feels to have me inside you, stretching you, owning your pussy.”

Olivia moans, and her eyes roll back in her head.

“That’s right, I own this pussy now.” I curl my fingers into her hair, and tug, tilting her face back, baring her neck. I bite down on her exposed skin, branding her. “This pussy belongs to me, and I will take it when I want. Have it however I want. It’s mine now.”

“Carlo!” she screams as her pussy quivers around me.

“Fuck yeah, I like that. Scream my name.” I order, filling her to the hilt and adding a corkscrew to taunt her clit.

“Carlo, please.”

“Please? You want more?” I slow down and pull out.

“No,” she cries.

“No? You don’t want me to take you?”

“I want you.” She arches her back, lifting her ass higher, and I tease her with the tip of my cock.

“Do you want me, Olivia?”

“Yes, I want you,” she answers, her breathy voice seductive in the early morning light.

I plunge back in, filling her, and she moans. “You have me, baby. I’m inside you. Deep inside you.” I thrust inside her again, and she moans. “Can you feel me, Olivia?”

“Yes.” She writhes underneath me, and I capture her hands in mine. Pushing them above her head and into the mattress. “Yes,” she repeats.

“Then tell me, Olivia. Tell me what you feel.”

“You, filling me,” she whispers. “You,taking me, Carlo.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

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