Page 30 of Bound to Him

Olivia

“Oh, God!” I breathed out, hooking a leg around Huxley’s ass and pulling him closer, deeper into me. It hurt, he was so much bigger than I’d ever imagined, but fuck I needed more.

“Yes, baby.” Huxley moved slowly, though it didn’t seem to make this any less pleasurable for either of us. He leaned on his elbow and used his free hand to touch me.

It moved over my breast, leaving tingles of pleasure as he went down my side and clasped my hip. His thumb dug into my groin area next to my hip, sparking a jolt of pure, burning need inside of me.

“Huxley, yes!” I cried out, trying not to be too loud but fuck—I couldn’t control it! He chuckled deeply, his gaze washing over my body beneath him before kissing me roughly. I felt my pleasure heighten, building up inside of me. Small moans, begging him to end this pleasurable misery inside of me, escaped my throat and had me clawing at his back, trying to bring him closer to me, under my skin.

He broke the kiss, gasped for air, and let his head fall down to my neck. Finding my mouth right at his ear, I whispered to him, “Baby… you make me want to explode! I need this craving satisfied, but I never want you to stop!”

He pulled his head back up and looked down at me, his chain dangling against my chest. “Oh, don’t you worry baby. I’ll satisfy you over and over again, never stopping until you can’t walk anymore.”

“Ah!” I cried out again because suddenly he shoved his dick deeper into me. All the way in, I could finally feel his hips against my thighs, pressing me down and opening me wider. “Fuck!”

It was painful but insanely pleasurable, and I felt my orgasm rise. I tilted my hips slightly, feeling his body rub against my clit. “Ooooh, God!”

“Yes, baby,” Huxley panted, watching me climax while rolling his hips and thrusting into me over and over again until I felt I needed to scream. I quickly put my own hand into my mouth and let the scream come, ending up in a desperate muffled moan, luckily inaudible over the club music. Huxley watched every movement I made with amusement and need in his eyes. My body jerked and writhed, sending sparks of heated pleasure to every nerve ending until my whole body went weak with exasperation.

I closed my eyes, breathing deeply. Still inside of me, Huxley moved slowly again, and I could feel my own juices slickening his thick dick.

“Merda,” I said, reverting to my Italian self. I heard Huxley chuckle and felt him kiss my face, my lips, my jaw, then down over my shoulder, still moving in and out of me like he lived there now. It surprised me though that I didn’t want him to pull out, after such an explosive orgasm, I still wanted more. I wanted it all, every last bit of him. Whatever that actually meant, all I knew was that I needed Huxley, all of him, to be all mine.

“Olivia,tesoro,” he whispered, “I need you to turn around.”

“Hm, what?” I answered, my eyes still closed, my brain still trying to comprehend my own feelings.

“Here,” he said. I felt him move up, away from my body, and opened my eyes. He stood up straight, still inside of me, and lifted my left leg from the calf, straightening it and moving it up, in front of his face, and back down again so I was lying on my side.

He looked down at my ass and licked his lips. “Shit baby. Your ass is fucking fantastic. I need all of it.”

I understood what he meant, and I lifted onto my elbow to turn myself onto my stomach. The stuff on his desk slid in every direction, falling off every corner, but he didn’t seem to care. His focus was on my ass, and I found my footing on the floor, standing in my heels with my ass in the air, and Huxley still deep inside of me.

I’d never felt so full, so stretched out, or so sexy. His hands each grabbed hold of an ass cheek and squeezed. I heard him groan deeply and felt him moving faster, in and out of me. My ass cheeks wobbled with every thrust, and he kept rubbing them, caressing them, spanking them.

“Ah!” I let out a cry when the first spank came.

“Do you like it?” he asked, rubbing the stinging area.

“Yes, Huxley, please!” I begged. Because now I was so far gone, I could feel his dick pressing against my fucking stomach, and the burning need inside of me was threatening to take over again.

“Aitesoro, I’ll give you anything you want!” he said desperately and spanked me again. I cried out, then grabbed the first suitable thing I could reach—his mousepad—and stuck it into my mouth between my teeth.

“Yes, baby,” he groaned, and reached forward, wrapping my hair carefully around his hand. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but when he pulled on it gently, I lifted my head up to follow his lead. He rested his hand in the middle of my back, my hair around his hand, my head pulled back, with the mousepad folded between my teeth, stopping me from screaming the fucking roof off as my next orgasm hit me.

“Aaah!” Huxley let out, quietly enough, but I could still hear the absolute all-consuming ecstasy in his voice. My pussy clenched around his dick as it throbbed inside of me, both of us convulsing and releasing the pent-up sexual tension we’d both kept locked up inside for so long. Finally, he let go of my hair and dropped onto his hands, over me on the desk.

I spat out the mouse pad and dropped my head against the desk. I could hear his breathing behind me and then I felt it against my bare back. He lowered his head and kissed my back, trailing his way up to my shoulder.

“Fuck, Olivia.”

Now that it was all over, I felt a little trepidation. Would that be it? Now that he’d had me, would he fix me up, and shove me out the door?

“Yes, Huxley?”

“That was, without a fucking doubt, the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“What?” I asked, feeling the exact same way but struggling to believe it from him.

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