Page 55 of Obsessed Kings

Her innocent words, which no ordinary man would find sexy, get me hard.

I pull the blanket on her bed back, then expose my cock. "Touch it. See what it does."

"I know what a dick does by now."

"Shhhh. Come on, little Olive. Look how happy I am to be with you."

I reach over and rub her pussy as she wraps her fingers around my cock. She stifles a moan, spreading her legs to grant me access. My fingers tease her bud, and the wetness that drips down my knuckles proves promising.

My cock throbs in her grip, jolting to its full length. She stares at it, attempting to trace every ridge and vein with her eyes.

"I’ve never seen one that hasn’t been hurting me."

"This will be your first." I guide her face to my dick, permitting her to see me in all my glory. "This is a man’s dick. A real one. Lots of boys claim to have dicks at Saintswood, but they can’t compare to this monster. When you finger your little pussy in the shower at night, think of my cock."

Olivia runs her fingers up and down my length, devoting the same amount of studious attention she pays to her studies to my member. She studies it like her job is to recall every inch.

"It’s so big."

"Scary big." Another growl rips free from my lungs, one that makes the shades over the window quiver. "Monster big."

Olivia buries her face in the crook of my arm. "You’re making my pussy feel funny."

Fuck it.

I can’t let my baby girl stay so needy.

With a growl, I pin her to the mattress, thrust her legs up, and bury my face in her cunt. Olivia’s thighs cinch around my skull, locking me in a vice grip, but I don't let this deter me. My lips are drawn to her clit at once, and I piston down on it, swirling my tongue around her tender bud. Olivia grips a handful of the bedsheets, twisting them between her fingers as if that’ll stop her impending release.

I lap at her pussy, sucking up every droplet of nectar that blesses my greedy lips. I pant into her cunt, my feral grunts tearing up the quietness of the room, prompting her to shake. Her tummy tightens, her tits bouncing, and I know she’s close.

Reaching up, I finger her left nipple, tweaking it, raising it to a stiff peak, then hold it firm.

Olivia cries out, using the pressure as a diving board to leap into the abyss of her arousal.

"Come, baby girl."

Her wetness soaks my lips and tongue, spurting deep into my throat. I lick it off my chin, growling into her folds, then sucking her tender clit under its perfect hood.

Olivia's pussy is nothing like other girls. It rivals goddesses.

"You deserve a band of worshippers to bring offerings to your pussy every morning and night. They’ll light a candle in honor of your clit and guard its sacred flame."

Damn. Am I being romantic?

An ice shelf in my chest cracks and shifts. An invisible ray of warmth melts a few freezing shards, making me into a tender man.

Olivia is blasting away the darkness inside of me. The harshness that makes me scream, roar, and murder my rivals on the football field.

I never would’ve gone to juvie if I'd met her when I was a teenager.

I’m not ready to discuss the reason for my incarceration with Olivia yet. I’ve buried it under the rug and that’s where I intend to keep it. Even thinking about the fateful day the judge sentenced me is brutal. For a long time, I pretended like it didn’t affect me. That heading to prison when most of my classmates were writing college admissions essays didn’t make me feel like a fuckup. Around Olivia, that mask of strength becomes tougher to don. She makes me want to express myself in a way that I never have. Open up. Be honest.

I lick Olivia’s cunt clean, then push her away. "I need my space, bitch."

"What?" Olivia’s mouth widens in an O. "I thought you wanted to cuddle me."

I deaden her with a look.

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