Page 210 of The Catalyst

There are only so many positions we can have sex in, especially with my smaller-than-average pregnant belly. I’ve heard of women complaining about not being in the mood for sex at the end of their pregnancy. Not me. I constantly need to be filled by him. Plus, this is the best way to force my body into labor without medical intervention.

This is the fun option.

Ollie pushes my skirt over my waist before burying his face between my thighs, his tongue swiping around my clit as he sucks it into his mouth.

Arching against the bed, I let out a loud scream of ecstasy. My thigh muscles clench as his tongue swirls and flicks my clit to abandon until I’m coming all over his face, but he doesn’t stop there. He keeps going even as I come down from my orgasm. Even though he doesn’t go down on me every time we have sex, whenever he does, he doesn’t stop until I’ve had multiple orgasms.

I’m not one to complain about his oral fixation.

The tingles reach across my skin as he presses two fingers inside me. I ride them with pride as my fingers dig into his thick hair, crying out his name from the bliss.

“Yeah, crazy girl?” he rasps while still sucking my used clit. He’s truly dedicated to his position.

“I don’t want you in my pussy tonight.”

I can practically feel him grinning against my core. “Oh, yeah? Do you want me to stay down here that long? Someone is needy. I’m not complaining one bit, baby. I’ll worship you until the sun rises and keep going.”

My heart jumps behind my ribs. It always gets to me that he calls oral sex “worship.” Maybe it’s because of my upbringing, but it makes me so hot for him.

“I want you in my ass.”

His movements come to a complete stop, and I feel his body stiffen. It’s surprising that he had a reaction other than enthusiasm.

I haven’t let him back there since the night we had a threesome, but that had more to do with my desperate need to have my pussy full of him.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” Ollie asks as he pulls away and moves to his feet, but I’m not deterred.

I grab one of the ropes we attached to the bottom of the bed so I could pull myself up when he wasn’t here. Then, I work at his belt, staring up at him with what he calls my “siren eyes.”

“Yes, I want it. I wantyou.” I carefully pull down his zipper before tugging his jeans down his waist.

“You haven’t taken a dick in the ass in a few weeks. You might bleed.”

I don’t stop or hesitate as I pull out his engorged cock and take him in my mouth, showing him how serious I am. I’ve never been a stranger to pain, and Ollie knows I like it when it hurts. We haven’t dabbled in any of that in the last six months, so Rian’s life wasn’t risked, but my ass is not connected to where Rian is nestled. He’s completely safe.

Reclining his head back, Oliver tangles his fingers in my hair and groans. “Fuuuuck.” I suck him deeper into my throat as I play with his balls and his hips buck. “You’re not playing fair, crazy girl. I’m trying to look out for you here.”

Taking his cock out of my mouth, I move to my feet, drool running down my chin. I’m unashamed of the mess I made, and he doesn’t mind either. Pulling my dress over my head, I move my arm over his shoulder and drop it behind him, a devious smirk on my face. “I know what I want, and I want your big cock in the one hole you haven’t thoroughly claimed in a while. I want you to own all of me. Please, Daddy. I’ll be good, I promise.”

I love being a brat, but I also enjoy behaving like a good girl for him. That always ends with me being rewarded long and hard. However, I can be just as manipulative as he can. I know what really gets him going, and one of those things is me offering up a part of me he doesn’t already have.

He grabs my hair at the base of my neck before stealing my lips in a passionate, toe-curling kiss that knocks me off my feet. He pulls back breathlessly, his icy blues dark with attractive deviance.

“Bend over the bed and spread your legs for me. I’m going to fill your ass as much as your pussy.” His mouth trails down my neck before he nibbles on the hollow of my throat, and he smacks my ass.

Oliver grabs the body pillow and lays it out to support my belly. This thing has seen so much of our bedroom activities. It’s not funny. Poor thing is scarred for life.

I use it to support my stomach as I bend over the side of the bed, watching Ollie pull out the bottle of lube and a massive dildo the same size as his cock. My thighs become slick in preparation for what he might do.

He has done so much with that thing, and honestly, I’m a little impressed since it’s not mine. It’s his. I don’t know where it came from or why he thought to buy one since he’s never been interested in putting something up his ass–at least not that he’s told me about.

It’s one mystery about Oliver Doyle I have yet to solve.

Oliver moves in behind me and drops his pants. Everything is so silent I could hear a mouse scurry by if we had any. Then, he tosses the bottle of lube on the bed before cold, moist fingers circle my backdoor, earning a loud moan from me. Like he said, it’s been a really long time since anyone has messed with my ass, and I’m enjoying every moment of him preparing me. His fingers press past my sphincter, and my body shudders around the foreign touch.

“Relax,” he growls as he adds another finger.

“I am. It just feels sooo good.”

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