Page 195 of Finding Olivia (Trace + Olivia 1)

“You have no idea,” he growled, sliding me up the bed so that my head rested on the pillows.

He slid into me in one hard thrust and gripped my hips.

“Oh my God,” I cried.

A long drawn out moan escaped between Trace’s perfect pouty lips. “You always feel so good, Olivia. It’s like you were made for me, and only me,” he reaffirmed his words with a hard thrust.

I grabbed his forearms. “Only you,” I panted, staring into his eyes as he pounded into me. “I’m yours.”

“You’re mine,” he growled, lowering to seal my lips with a kiss. His tongue flicked against my lips and my mouth opened to allow him entrance.

The hard, rapid, pace had me coming sooner than normal.

My fingernails raked his back as I screamed.

“Yes,” he bit his lip, “scream for me baby. Let me hear you.”

“Harder,” I panted, and he obliged, quickening his thrusts.

Sweat and rain mingled together as our bodies met.

He continued his relentless pace and my core tightened around him. We had never had sex like this before. It was hard, it was fast, it was intense, and it was passionate.

Just like us.

Trace’s eyes closed and when they opened they were full of an emotion I couldn’t describe. “I love this. I love being inside you. I love watching your face and seeing the pleasure I can give you.”

I wet my lips and ran my hands over his chest, then lower, to where we connected.

My core was tightening again and my back bowed off the bed as my orgasm ripped through me. Trace shuddered and quaked inside me, growling as his own orgasm took hold.

Spent, he gently lowered his weight on top of me, placing kisses along my face, down my neck, and over my collarbone and breasts.

He slipped from me and disposed of the condom.

Then, he climbed back in bed, and pulled my naked body against his.

Night was far away, but for now, we needed to hold each other.

A chuckle escaped his lips and his breath stirred the wet hairs plastered against my neck.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“We dented the wall,” he chortled.

“What?” I sat up and turned to look at the wall the bed was against.

“Oh my God,” I stifled a laugh with a hand over my mouth. “We did.”

Sure enough, there was a long dent in the wall where the headboard had banged relentlessly against it.

“It’s a good thing I don’t have neighbors,” Trace smirked, kissing my shoulder. “Wanna see if we can make it bigger?”

c h a p t e r

Thirty Three

“Hey mom,” I smiled as she slid into the backseat of Trace’s car.

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