Page 2 of Prez's Property

He lowered his head and nipped lightly at my earlobe before sucking it between his teeth. I moaned his name, my hands coming up to grip his forearm. With his other hand, he made a path down my body until he slipped his fingers between my legs, finding my slick heat.

“Already so fucking wet,” he growled. He slapped my pussy. A sound that was a mixture of a sob and a moan ripped from my lips. “Your little cunt is greedy for my cock, isn’t it, doll?”

“Yes,” I breathlessly answered. I wasn’t even ashamed to admit it. I wanted this man to own my body for tonight. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me.

I felt more naked than I did without clothes when he stepped back from me. I could feel his eyes running over my skin. “Face me. On your knees,” he commanded.

I quickly turned to face him and dropped fluidly down to my knees. I watched as he pulled his long-sleeved shirt over his head, revealing all of his tan, tattooed skin and his sinewy muscles. I licked my lips. God, he was even better looking without clothes covering him.

“How bad do you want me in your mouth, Olivia?”

My nipples hardened at the sound of my name coming off his lips. “Bad,” I whispered.

He pulled his cock out of his jeans and tapped my lips with them. I flicked my tongue out, licking the little bit of precum from the tip of his shaft. Then, I opened my mouth and invited him in.

“God,” he groaned, his head falling back on his shoulders for a moment. I wrapped my hand around the base of his dick before sucking him in deeper. He laced his fingers in my hair and began to fuck my mouth, quickly dominating me and using my mouth however he wanted.

I didn’t care. I was so wet that I could feel my thighs becoming slick. He growled my name, fucking my mouth harder. Thankfully, I didn’t have a gag reflex, so he slid down my throat easily. My eyes watered. Drool slid from the corner of my mouth.

He suddenly pulled out of my mouth, his hand tightening in my hair as he fisted his cock. He pumped once, twice, and then came all over my tits, shouting my name as he did so.

3

Elijah stared down at the mess he created for a moment before he jerked his head in the direction of a closed door. “Bathroom is through there,” he told me.

I took my dismissal. Rising to my feet, I walked to his bathroom, not letting his sort of harsh dismissal bother me. I was used to being shoved aside after a man was done with me. I shouldn’t have expected Elijah to be any different, especially since he had a wife waiting at home for him.

Fuck.

His fucking wife.

Gritting my teeth against that bitter reminder, I turned on the light and cleaned myself up in his shower really quick. I could hear him moving around in his room, but I refused to look over to see what he was doing.

After I was cleaned up, I quickly dried off and walked out to grab my clothes.

But they were gone.

Frowning, I turned to face Elijah. He was relaxing back on the bed. A smirk tilted his lips. My pussy clenched.

Why did he have to affect me so much?

He beckoned me to him with one finger. “Come here,” he commanded.

A little thrill shot through me. He wasn’t done yet.

Drawing in a small breath, I walked over to him. He patted his thigh, and taking the hint, I straddled him. “You on birth control?” he asked me.

“Yes,” I said. A lot of the men liked to fuck raw, and I didn’t want an unwanted pregnancy.

He grabbed his cock. I leaned up on my knees and slid down on him. I hissed a breath through my teeth, my hands flattening on his abs as I slowly slid down on him. He was much larger than what I was used to.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he rumbled. He gripped my hip and rubbed my clit. I moaned, becoming wetter, my muscles loosening as he brought me to an orgasm. “There you go,” he praised, his eyes locked on my face.

Then, he yanked me down to him before I could come. I didn’t have time to think before he fisted his hand in my hair and gripped my ass with his other hand, holding me down as he began to thrust up into me from below. I clawed at the blankets, moans and pleas falling from my lips. I wanted more all while I was becoming delirious from the number of times I was coming around his cock.

From this angle, Elijah was bumping my clit over and over, and his thick shaft was rubbing that perfect spot inside of me, sending me spiraling headlong into numerous orgasms. My head was spinning. I could barely breathe.

Then, he flipped us over so he was on top, and with his thumb on my clit, he continued fucking me. I shook my head, a sob tearing from my throat. Tears sprang to my eyes. I’d never been fucked so thoroughly in my life.

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