I reach out, wrap my hand around him as much as I can, and lean forward. My tongue darts out to wet my lips, and when I look up into his eyes, it’s like I can feel the fire in his gaze as it sizzles over me. I lean forward, and with my eyes locked on his, I plant a slow, wet kiss on his swollen head.
Oliver hisses in pleasure, his abs clenching and his jaw dropping.
“Oh fuck, Delphine,” he groans.
I whimper, kissing him again before I slide my mouth down the underside of him, licking and sucking at his enormous dick as it throbs against my lips. I tease his heavy, cum-filled balls with my tongue, making him hiss and his cock jump and pulse in my hand, before I move higher again. I kiss and suck and lick my way back up the muscled, veined shaft before I open my lips and slide them over his crown.
His masculine groans of pleasure fuel me, and I moan eagerly as I slide my lips further down onto him. I slurp wetly on his big cock, whimpering and squeezing my legs tighter together. I can feel my own arousal soaking my panties, and it fuels me on even more. I whimper and slobber on his cock, like I’m fucking addicted to him—like this cock has me under a spell. I moan and take him as deep as I can, and Oliver groans deeply in pleasure, his hands sliding into my hair. He grips my long blonde locks in a fist, sending a thrill through me. But then he gently pulls me away as he gasps.
“Fucking hell,” he groans, his eyes wild and his muscles clenched tight all over.
He pulls me to my feet, and I moan as he instantly sears his lips to mine. His hands yank my shorts down and then delve into my panties, and I moan as his big finger slides deep into my pussy.
“Oh fuck, Oliver!”
He sinks his finger into me, grinding his palm into my clit before he slides back out and shoves my panties down, I kick my way out of them and my shorts, and then gasp as he spins me, lifts me up like I weigh nothing at all, and sets my bare ass down on the counter behind me. He moves between my legs, and I eagerly wrap them around his waist. He kisses me hungrily while he strokes his cock in his hand, and when I feel the swollen, slick head tease over my eager lips, my breath catches.
Oliver pushes into me, and I scream my pleasure into his mouth. His huge, fat cock sinks into me—inch after big, thick inch driving deeper and deeper, stretching me wide. My breath catches, and my nails rake down his back until suddenly I’ve got all of him inside of me.
His lips find mine, and I kiss him hungrily as he starts to slide out. His big hands cup my ass, pulling me back into him as he drives forward. His cock drives in deep, making me squeal as I cling to him and kiss him with everything I have. Our bodies rock, grinding and slamming together as we start to move faster. His skin on mine sends me reeling, and his hands on me push me screaming towards that edge.
I grip his hips as I kiss him, pulling him into me, letting him know how hard I want it. And Oliver hears me loud and clear.
“You want more, don’t you,” he growls. “You want this big dick hard and rough, do you?”
“Yes,” I whimper, panting into his mouth. “I want it—oh shit!”
He grunts and drives all the way to the hilt with one stroke, sending heat exploding through me as my breath catches. He growls savagely, kissing me hungrily as we start to move faster and faster, until we’re straight up fucking.
It’s primal, and savage—like he’s breeding me, or mating me. Like he’s claiming me, and rutting into me like fucking animal. I cling to this gorgeous, rough, tattooed man, burying my face in his neck to muffle my cries of pleasure as he fucks me like I’ve never once had before.
The countertop shakes with the force of our fucking, and boxes tumble to the ground as he pounds into me. It’s hot as hell in the small, dark storage room, and sweat drips down my skin and his. We slide together, clawing and panting and hungering for each other as the cliff rushes up to meet us.
His thick, rock-hard cock drives into me over and over, teasing my clit with every thrust and hitting me in places I’ve never felt before with anyone but him. The heat of it all begins to burn through me hotter and hotter, searing me until I’m losing my fucking mind. My teeth sink into his neck, and Oliver hisses as he just starts to pound me with reckless abandon.
And that does it.
I cling to him, my nails digging into his skin, my knees as tight as I can on his grooved hips, and my scream bellowing into his neck as I just lose it. The orgasm thunders through me, and I shatter for him, sinking my teeth into his shoulder as my eyes squeeze shut. The orgasm just keeps going, tripping from one climax into another as he fucks and fills me over and over. And then suddenly, he growls savagely and slides every inch of his fat cock deep inside of me, and when his hands tighten on me, I feel it.
His cock throbs and pulses deep inside, and I moan as the hot, sticky jets of his cum burst into me. Rope after rope of him splashes deep inside of me, filling me up as my arms and legs and mouth clamp down on him hard.
Slowly, both of us panting, I can feel our muscles relaxing. Oliver groans, pulling back and kissing his way up my neck, over my jawline, and over to my gasping lips.
“What do you do to me, Delphine?” he purrs, growling as his muscles clench and twitch against me.
“What do I do to you?” I whisper.
“Lose control,” he growls. He pulls back, his eyes blazing with heat as they sear into mine. “You make me lose all control.”
He kisses me softly, but then it grows harder, and hotter, and more insistent, until I’m moaning into his lips. Slowly, he pulls back, and I blush as I slide off the countertop and reach down for the panties that are dangling off one of my feet. I pull them up, and gasp softly as I pull them tight and feel his hot cum already soaking into them.
Oliver dresses too, until we’re both clothed, if not bedraggled looking.
“Who’s going first?”
He grins. “You. I’ll come back around another way to avoid suspicion.”
I frown, looking down. “I hate this.”
“Exactly what every man wants to hear after.”
I giggle, sliding into his arms and leaning up to kiss him.
“No, not that…” I frown and shake my head. “Definitely not that. I mean I hate this whole sneaking around thing, like we’re having an affair.”
“We’re not, though.”
“No, but we still have to sneak around,” I pout.
“Because of Barnes.”
I nod.
“Well that’s easy, I’ll just kill him.”
My eyes snap up to his, and he laughs. “I’m joking, beautiful.”
I rake my teeth over my lip before I sink into him again. “Can’t we just stay like this, right here?”
He smiles and leans down to kiss the top of my head, and I sigh.
“Alright, I’ll go first. I’ll say I was having stomach trouble.”
I pull back and look up into his eyes, and I gasp as he leans down to kiss me slow and deep, until my toes are tingling. He pulls away, and I swallow, my heart racing.
“Where the hell did you come from, Oliver Gauge?”
“Shoreditch, London. You?”
I giggle, rolling my eyes. “You were the class clown in school, weren’t you?”
He chuckles. “Guilty.”
I swallow, losing myself in his eyes. “Alright, I’m going.”