Page 26 of His to Cherish
He groans and enters me in one smooth, relentless thrust. I cry out as Oliver covers my body with his and kisses me, long and deep.
“You feel so fucking good,” he gasps, voice breathless and shaky. God, I love that sound, love knowing that he’s as affected as I am.
“So do you,” I promise. “You make me feel so full.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet, babygirl.”
He starts to move with long, deep thrusts, not giving me any time to build up to the sensations, to the stinging stretch of him.
“Love your noises,” he groans. “Dirty noises for a sweet girl.” He bites my neck and I cry out at the delicious pain. “Those noises are just for me, Lilly. Your pretty little mouth is just for me.” He thrusts harder, eliciting a long moan from me. “This cunt is just for me.” Oliver bites down again, harder, maybe hard enough to leave a mark. “You’re mine, babygirl. All mine. You belong to me.”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I’m yours, Daddy. I belong to you.”
He groans loud and low and then his mouth is on mine, the movement of his tongue mirroring the snapping of his hips between my legs. I’ve never felt so completely taken before. So very owned. I shouldn’t like that. It shouldn’t turn me on. But the very thought of belonging to Ollie, of his filthy, dominating words, has arousal pulsing in my core.
“So fucking wet for me,” he growls. “You like this? You like how Daddy is fucking you? I can tell you do. Your cunt is squeezing me so good.”
“Yes!” I dig my heels into his back, wanting to get closer, wanting him deeper. Wanting more. He groans and pounds into me even harder. One of his hands slides between us and he presses his thumb to my clit in rough circles.
“You need to come, baby, because I can’t hold out much longer. Not with this perfect little pussy strangling me. Such a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you? So greedy for my cock.”
His words, wrong as they are, make me hot. But they’re not quite right. Not enough to push me over into bliss. I dig my fingers into his biceps, my entire body trembling under his assault, right on the edge.
“Ollie.”
“I’m going to come, Lilly,” he grunts. “I’m going to come inside you. Tell me you want that.”
“I do. I want it so much. Please.”
He gazes down at me, a look of wonder in his eyes. “You’re such a good girl.”
Just like that, I come apart, my body coiling and tightening until it suddenly splinters into hot, jagged pieces around him. That’s what I needed—Ollie’s praise. His assurance that I’m good, that I’m his.
“Mine,” he shouts as his body begins to tremble, his movements becoming jerky and unsteady. “You’re fucking mine, Lilly.”
“Yes,” I whisper into the air around us, joy like I’ve never known filling my soul as he comes deep inside me. “I’m yours.” He slumps on top of me and I kiss the side of his head. “I’m all yours, Ollie.”
And he’s all mine.
OLIVER
Something about Lilly must make me a sentimental fool, because I find myself lying in her bed, long after she’s fallen asleep, just watching her. It’s not the first time she’s slept at my side—Lilly has a habit of passing out about twenty minutes into a movie—but it’s most definitely the first time she’s slept next to me completely naked and sated from the multiple orgasms I just gave her.
She gives a soft snore and I have to bite back a laugh. She’s so fucking cute.
Cute and unbelievably sexy. Responsive in a way I never would have dreamed. The mere thought of the things she said, the sound of her gasps and moans, the way her body had moved and squirmed and arched below me. Damn it, I’m hard again.
Honestly though, when was the last time I wasn’t hard? My cock has been a painful rod of steel pretty much since I saw her walk into that bar in her tight black dress. And now that I know what she looks like under that dress, I’m pretty sure it’s going to be a permanent affliction.
I rub my fingers down her soft, bare shoulder, loving the way she sighs and presses into me. Even asleep she’s responsive for me.
A memory of her arching under me while she called me Daddy has me groaning into her hair. She’d been so fucking perfect, saying everything exactly the way I’ve fantasized so many times. Better than how I fantasized, because it wasn’t scripted. They weren’t lines. Lilly meant what she said. She liked it. And I have no idea how I got so fucking lucky, to have this perfect creature call me Daddy.
Not at the end, though. When we were both close to coming, she’d called me Ollie, and I’d called her Lilly. And I’d liked that, too. Fucking loved it, honestly. That even in the midst of all the kinky shit I get off on, we were still us. Lilly and Ollie. Best friends.
