Chapter 29

The kiss was anything but gentle. His lips were rough, demanding, sucking, and nipping at hers with a desperate hunger that left her breathless. He gave her no space to react

Her head became light as sweet desire slid over her skin deliciously. Despite the intoxicating sensation, June managed to splay shaky hands against Ollie's hard rock chest, pushing him back a fraction to give her enough space to speak.

"What are you—." She began, her voice breathless.

He cut her off with a brutal, hard kiss, his lips bruising hers. his hand slid down her body with fervor, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

June tried again, "What is..." but her voice trailed into a loud yelp as Ollie reached around her and squeezed her ass roughly.

"Stop talking."

June surrendered to the raw hunger of his kiss, which was both thrilling and terrifying, His scent, clean, woodsy, and undeniably male blessed her senses while his hands slipped easily into her blouse.

His touch sent sparkles flying across her skin as his hands made their way up her breasts. With a nudge, he pushed her bra up and her breasts spilled into his warm palms.

"Damn, June." Ollie's voice washed over her, with thick heavy desire. A dark part of her reveled in the fact that she was the cause of it. "You always feel so good."

June's head fell back as Ollie fondled her breasts, his thumbs tracing circles around her nipples. "Oh god." She mumbled.

Ollie's lips never left hers, instead deepening their kiss. His tongue slipped easily into her mouth with a groan as his hands skillfully kneaded and twisted her nipples.

Sweet sensations spiraled around her, leaving her feeling dizzy and heady. Her body thrummed to every single one of his touches, to every flick of his fingers on her breasts, to every lick and bite on her lips, and to his hard body pressing against her.

Ollie scooped her off the floor effortlessly and she gasped, her hands instinctively going around his neck.

As soon as he dropped her on the bathroom counter, he was on her again, bruising her lips, trailing hot kisses down her neck, and fondling her breasts like it was his favorite plaything.

June's back pressed against the mirror as she surrendered to him. Her lips parted, a low moan escaping her mouth with her eyes squeezed shut as if to regulate the overwhelming desire coursing through her.

Every touch, every kiss was sensory overload

Through her haze, June heard the rasp of her jeans' zipper opening.

"Lift your hips," Ollie commanded huskily.

Her eyes fluttered open and she did as he asked, lifting her hips. She watched him pull her jeans all the way down and off her legs, tossing them across the counter before doing the same to her panties.

The cool air hit her skin, sending shivers down her rather heated body.

Ollie leaned down until his face was at eye level with her sensitive opening.

She blushed, heat creeping up to the surface of her skin. Her heart raced even faster.

He wedged her legs wider and ran a finger through her slick fold. "Your sweet little cunt is dripping wet for me."

Her eyes rolled backward, her teeth clamping hard on her lips to stifle an embarrassingly loud moan.

His fingers slipped into her, rewarding her with swallow thrusts as he straightened his back and used the other hand to undo his pants.

When his cock jutted out, she licked her lips at the glorious sight. Wild anticipation pooled into her veins as he pumped his cock between his hand while still fucking her with his fingers.

"You want this?" With deep grunts, Ollie moved a hand up and down his veiny, huge and long cock. "You want me to feed you sweet little cunt with my cock?"

Her head bobbed greedily, her pussy clenching at the thought of him stretching her to the fullest.

"Use your words." He gritted out.

"Yes." Her hoarse, needy voice didn't sound like her. When he continued to pump his cock, directing a knowing look at her, she added shamelessly. "I want you to fuck me, Ollie. I need you to fuck me."

A low growl rumbled his throat. "That is my good girl."

His words of praise slid over her like honey. June was learning fast that she might have a praise kink.

Somehow he managed to continue to fuck her with one hand while he wrapped the condom on his cock with another.

He withdrew his fingers and the sudden emptiness made her whimper. Ollie spread her legs wider, positioning himself between them. He teased her by sliding the tip of his cock up and down her slick slit.

June arched her back forward, wiggling her body impatiently.

"You want this?" He pressed the tip of his cock on her clit.

She moaned. "Yes."

"How bad?" He slipped just the tip into her before sliding out.

June let out a groan of frustration. "Very badly."

"Fuck, baby, I might just come in my pants." He said with a hint of laughter in his voice.

Nothing prepared her for the first thrust as Ollie slammed into her to the hilt. Her breasts bobbed hard beneath her blouse, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and her toes curling inward. The sudden intense fullness made her breath hitch.

June didn't catch a breather before Ollie started slamming into her with untamed thrusts.

June's eyes closed, her head falling backward as unadulterated cries of pleasure escaped her mouth.

Ollie didn't hold back anything as he fucked her. His thrust was powerful, beastly, and driving her into a deep depth of oblivion.

Their first sex was slow and sensual with kisses and sweet words but this...this was something else. This wasn't fucking. It was as if Ollie was turning her inside out and setting her ablaze.

June was starting to realize she loved this as much as she loved their first time if not more.

His pace didn't dwindle as he continued to fuck her against the mirror. Her hands splayed on his chest, holding unto him for her dear life. If it weren't for his ironclad grip holding her thighs in place, June would have slid off the counter.

"Open your eyes." He growled and her eyes flew open on command.

Her gaze met his own, beckoning with ferocious and dark intent. Shivers slid down her skin, twisting into molten knots of desire in the pit of her stomach. The look on his face made her feel like she was everything and more.

Ollie shifted, arching her back a little.

The next rapid thrusts send her spiraling into a galaxy of stars.

Holymotherfuckingod.

Bliss pooled low in her core, her head spun and the next words that tumbled out of her mouth were incoherent jargon. She was lost in the pleasure barely able to form a word.

Her nails dug into his shoulder, and her body tightened. Her orgasm built rapidly, the intensity almost unbearable.

Ollie's grunt became more guttural he hit the spot over and over again, unrelenting, mercilessly, like a beast on steroids.

"So good, baby. So fucking good." He groaned roughly. "It's like you are made for me."

June must have a twisted sense of pleasure because his words were her undoing.

She screamed as waves of pure delightful ecstasy hit me, dimming my vision until she couldn't see anything but darkness.

"Look at your pussy squeezing around me like a greedy cunt that she is, milking me dry." His low rumble vibrated through her as he fucked her through her orgasm.

She moaned at his dirty words, her climax doubling in intensity. Her nerve endings flared and her body trembled like a wild goose. Her breath caught and at some point, it felt like she wasn't breathing.

Her mouth opened in silent screams as the pleasure became too much to bear. Her hands slid from his chest to the edge of the counter, gripping it tightly.

"That's it. That's my good girl." Ollie's deep voice rumbled against his chest. He embraced her as she trembled hard like a fish against him through her orgasm. "You did so well."

June clung to him, her body quaking with aftershocks, His warmth wrapped around her like a warm blanket.

As her breath steadied and her vision returned, Ollie slipped out of her. He rolled out the used condom and deposited it into a nearby trash.

The cold, fearful Ollie had now been replaced by the Ollie that she knew. The one who looked at her with warmth, instead of emptiness.

Warmth crowded her inside, spreading like the morning sun across her chest.

Ollie leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead before helping her sit up.

She blushed furiously as he gathered her thong and jeans from the counter. When he moved to help her with them, June jumped off the counter. "I can—."

Her voice cut off when her legs wobbled like a jelly beneath her.

A satisfied smirk curved Ollie's lips as he steadied her, lifting her onto the counter. He slid her legs into her panties and then her jeans. Throughout, June acted like she wasn't burning on the inside. She didn't know how to feel about the fact that she very much liked this

She bit her lips, her cheeks flushed as she murmured. "Thanks."

Ollie chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through her. "Anytime."

As she attempted to stand again, she winced at how sore she was.

Ollie slid his gaze to her. "Did I—."

June shook her head. "I'm fine." She was sore but it was thrilling and exhilarating. She liked that she would feel him for days.

She chewed her lips. "Are you okay?" She asked, remembering the state she had found him when she walked in. "Earlier when I walked in, you seemed not okay." You regarded me as a stranger and I hated it.

"Yes, I am now." He replied firmly.

She just nodded her head, not wanting to be nosy. They weren't close enough to have after sex talks so she better not push it. He was back to normal and that was all that mattered.

He planted a soft kiss on her lips. "Thank you."

Butterflies fluttered deep in her stomach and she felt a rush of warmth.

"Let me take you, home."

Her eyes widened as a light bulb went off in her head. Her hand flew to her mouth in shock. "My siblings are outside." The twins who had been waiting for her outside for god knew how long. They probably thought she was kidnapped. She turned her head to catch her reflection in the mirror. "And I look like a mess."

Ollie had a smug look on his face as he reached around, fixing the messy strands of her hair. His hand moved with tenderness, smoothing down her hair and straightening her clothes.

She narrowed her eyes at him but it held no malice. "You are enjoying this, aren't you?"

"A little." He grinned.