Page 19 of Screwing With The Scrooge

“Fuck, Olive,” I groan, and she hums around me.

“Shit. I’m going to come. You have to stop,” I warn her, and she only sucks harder. “Olive.”

My fingers tighten in her hair and she moans at the pressure.

That’s what does it; feeling her moans of pleasure around me has my balls tightening up and I groan as I come in her mouth. She swallows around me, and my eyes roll back in my head at the sensation.

“Fuck,” I hiss, and she licks her lips.

My cock jerks at the sight, and I pant.

“Lay back on the couch,” I order, and she pushes herself back onto the cushions. “Look at you,” I say as she stretches out before me. “So damn beautiful.”

She reaches a hand out to me, and I walk over to the armrest, grabbing her legs and dragging her towards me.

My mouth waters as I stare down at her spread out before me. I have to taste her. I want to make her scream my name until she’s hoarse. I want her to dream about me the same way that I dream about her.

I reach up, pinching one of her nipples, and she gasps, arching up off of the couch. I smile, setting her legs over my shoulders as I kneel at the end of the couch. Her ass is resting on the armrest, and I kiss the inside of her thigh once before I bury my face in her cunt.

“Xavier! Oh!” She screams, and I smile.

I tongue her snug opening, licking a path back up to her clit and circling the little bundle of nerves. I eat at her, listening to her moan and scream and beg me for more.

Her juices are covering my face and dripping down my chin and I love it. I want to bathe in it. I want to walk around smelling like her pleasure for the rest of my life.

Her hands tangle in my hair, her legs locking around my head and I slip the tip of my tongue into her pussy as she goes off.

“Xavier!” She screams, her whole body tensing as she comes all over my face.

I drink down her release, greedy for it. She trembles against me before her body goes lax, and I kiss her clit once more before I stand, licking my lips.

I smile when I look down at her and see she’s fast asleep. She looks so sweet, her hair in disarray around her face. Her lips are turned up, even in her sleep, and I huff out a laugh at that as I gather her in my arms and carry her into my bedroom. She curls up onto her side as I tuck her in and go out to add another log to the fire.

I gather up our clothes and carry them into my room, dumping them on the dresser. I slip on a pair of boxers, debating what to do, but I can’t resist the chance to sleep next to her.

I climb into bed, and she rolls towards me, cuddling against my side. I smile, wrapping my arms around her as I close my eyes and let sleep claim me, too.

CHAPTER8

Olive

I’m so usedto waking up before the sun, so when I first open my eyes, it’s not the strange bedroom that has me confused. It’s the fact that the room is sunny.

“Shit!” I shout, jackknifing up in bed.

“Wha?” Xavier croaks, lifting his head up off the pillow as I crawl over his body and start to frantically search for my clothes.

“I’m late! I’m so, so late,” I explain as I tug my dress over my head and wiggle it over my curves.

Going to work like this is not ideal, but if I run home and change then I’m going to be even more late.

Xavier sits up in bed, and I stumble as I pull on one shoe, my eyes locked on the wide expanse of his chest. His muscles are on full display, and a secret thrill shoots through me when I remember that I had my hands and mouth on the body just last night.

“I’ll drive you. Here, you can borrow some clothes.”

He tosses me a shirt, and I wiggle out of my dress and pull the soft material over my head. He passes me a pair of sweatpants and I pull those on next. The outfit looks strange since it’s obviously two sizes too big. The high heels also don’t help, but beggars can’t be choosers.

“Thanks,” I say, and he grunts back at me.

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