And then he was fully seated in me. The air had left me long ago, and I sucked in a lungful. He only gave me a moment of reprieve to get used to his size before he started moving in and out of me.
“Relax for me.”
I tried to let myself sink into the mattress, to absorb what Oli gave me, how he made me feel.
He pulled out until the tip was almost all the way out of me, and then in one swift, consuming move, he buried all of his thick inches back into my body. I cried out, closed my eyes, dug my nails harder into him.
“Fuck. Fuck. God, Bryn. Yes.” He hissed the last word out as he started moving in and out of me in fluid, even strokes. “Fuck,” he said over and over, his eyes closed now, his jaw locked tight.
My inner muscles clenched around him of their own accord, causing deep, whisper-like groans and curses to come from him. That intense stretching soon faded as the pleasure took its place. I smoothed my hands down his back, feeling his muscles clench and tense beneath my fingertips.
Oli slowly opened his eyes and stared into mine. His forearms were straight right beside my head, and when he shifted and pulled back, his eyes lowered right to where he was lodged deep inside me.
Never taking his eyes off my pussy, he started moving in and out of me a little faster. The sounds that came from him were animal-like, and the erotic, wet noises of him fucking me filled my head and turned me on even more.
The pleasure turned to something darker, more carnal, and before I knew what I was doing, I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts, needing Oli as deep as he could go. I wanted to be so sore tomorrow from his fucking. I wanted to sit down and still be able to feel him deep in my body.
The ecstasy stole my breath, had my lips parted, and it was pointless trying to get air into my lungs. All I could manage was short bursts of inhalations.
Sweat covered his face and chest, and I let my gaze travel down to his abdomen. I felt my arousal grow tenfold at the way the muscles of his stomach contracted every time he pushed back into me, his six-pack so pronounced I knew I could have gotten off on that sight alone.
“Bryn,” he said on a groan, and when I snapped my head up to look back into his face, I could see how the tendons in his neck stood out harshly.
He was exerting so much… control.
“I’ve never felt anything so perfect. You’re so tight and wet.” He slammed into me hard, and my eyes rolled back as ecstasy claimed me.
“Oli,” I managed to gasp, crying it out like a wounded animal.
“Say my name again,” he grunted.
I was panting, holding onto him as he really fucked me then.
In and out. In and out. In and out.
“Oli. God, yes, Oli.”
He hummed in approval, and then he tangled a hand in my hair and jerked my head back at the same time he slammed his mouth down on mine. He broke the kiss and started moving his lips down to the side of my throat. He latched his mouth onto the side of my neck and ran his teeth along the flesh, being rough, forceful, and he never stopped thrusting into me.
I loved every minute of it.
Over and over, he worked his cock into me, hitting a sensitive spot inside my body repeatedly, having this heat move through me until I was burning alive from the inside out. And then he slammed into me so hard I moved up an inch on the bed. He gripped a hand around my waist and pulled me back down, grinding his pelvis against mine, his cock buried all the way into me.
And that's when I climaxed.
“Fuck yeah.” He kept fucking me all through my orgasm. “That’s it, baby. Come all over my dick, draw that cum out, because I know you fucking want it marking you.” He breathed harder, so hard that was all I could hear, even over the sound of his cock slapping against my pussy.
I closed my eyes as the pleasure was just too much, too intense.
It hurt so good.
“Bryn,” he barked out deeply. “Look at me, sweet girl. Watch what you do to me.”
I forced my eyes to stay open, even though I wanted to close them again and let this wave of ecstasy float me away. And that’s when I watched his body start to change, his expression morphing. He started breathing harder, faster, his thrusting becoming almost frantic in its intensity, as if he couldn’t help himself.
Oh. God. He’s coming.
His hand on my waist was bruising. He kept me still, the pressure building. His orgasm started to change his expression, had his face becoming like steel, his jaw clenching tighter. Oli started thrusting into me even harder, and all I could do was hang on for this animalistic ride.
Once, twice, and on the third thrust, he bottomed out inside me, a strangled sound leaving me at how full I felt, how good it was. While he was buried in me, filling me up, pumping all that maleness into me, he ground his pelvis against mine. My clit tingled right before another orgasm exploded in me.
“God, Oli,” I mewled and closed my eyes, letting that pleasure wash through me.
I forced my eyes open to look at him, to watch him getting off… which seemed to go on forever and turned me on even more.
The pleasure that contorted his face was a visual orgasm all on its own. And the whole time he kept his eyes open, watching me, staring at me as if
