Page 158 of Fielder's Choice

“Please, what?” she teases. “Use your words.”

Jesus fucking Christ, I’m already about to come.

“Please put your mouth on my dick. Lick me, suck me, just dosomething.”

“Good boy.”

She smirks before she spits on my shaft, seemingly remembering what I told her before, and she spreads it down before she sucks the head of my cock into her mouth. “Fuck yes, just like that, baby.”

Olive has only done this a few times, but damn does she learn quick. I don’t have to direct her at all right now; she just knows what to do.

She teases her tongue over my tip, licking up the precum leaking out. She twists her hand around my shaft as she bobs her head down my length, pulling me into the back of her throat.

And it takes every fucking bit of restraint I have to not reach out and touch her.

She brings me even closer to the edge when she brings her free hand up to cup my balls. “So good, Liv,” I moan, barely forming a coherent thought. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

Olive smirks around me, and I’m lost in the moment, focusing only on the way she moves over me like she’s always done this.

Like I didn’t just teach her how to give a blow job literally last month.

When she hollows her cheeks to create suction, I grip the counter so hard my knuckles turn white. “Olive,baby— goddammit, I’m getting ready to come.” Her response is to suck me in farther, and I detonate, spilling every drop of my cum down her throat with her name on my lips.

I catch my breath as I watch her swallow every bit of my release before she stands up. And when she does, I immediately pull her in, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. I can taste myself on her, but I don’t care; I just need to be closer to her.

She drapes her arms around my neck, and I let my hands start to explore. I start by tracing them down the front of her body, squeezing her breasts through her shirt. Moving further down, I slip my fingers under the hem and slide them between her thighs.

And where I expect to find fabric, I find nothing but skin.

“No panties,” I grunt, teasing my finger over her slit. “And you’re so fucking wet. You like sucking me off?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “I like being able to make you lose control.”

Olive slides her hand down my chest before she takes hold of my cock, still hard and ready for another round.

I take her shirt by the hem and pull it over her head. “Turn around and bend over,” I command. “Now.” She turns around quickly, laying the top half of her body over my kitchen island and pushing her ass back toward me. I lean on top of her, teasing the head of my cock through the wetness seeping out of her. “You tell me if you need me to stop because I’m not going to be gentle right now. You wanted to be fucked, and I like it rough, baby.”

I slip inside a few inches before pulling back out, and on my next thrust, I slide in to the hilt, feeling her pussy stretch over every inch of me. “Lane!”

She lets out a loud moan as I roll my hips. “Does that feel good, Livvy?”

“So good,” she pants. “Please don’t stop.”

The only world in which I could stop right now is the one where she tells me to.

“Never,” I breathe, lips against the shell of her ear. “Your cunt squeezes my cock so well, baby. I’d live inside you if I could.”

“I love the way you feel,” Olive moans. “You’re so good.”

I wrap her hair around my wrist and pull her head back, and she gasps as I do. “Because your pussy was made for my cock. Nobody could fill you the way I can.”

“Delaney can.”

I let out a deep chuckle before pulling her hair tighter. “Fucking brat.” I start moving faster, and Liv starts backing up into me, meeting me thrust for thrust. “Goddamn, you like it rough, too. Don’t you, baby?”

“Yes!” she yells, and I swear I grow harder.

“Then scream for me, Liv. Be loud and make sure everyone can hear just how well my cock fills your tight cunt.”

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