But he doesn’t stop. Hell, he doesn’t even slow down. In fact, he just pulls out of me for a fraction of a second, flips me onto my belly with my legs dangling over the edge of the bed, and then he’s inside me again.
His chest is heavy and hot on my back. He reaches down to stroke my c**t and steer my hips with each of his hands, dragging me onto his length so that the thrusts find their way home even harder than before.
I just moan into the mattress as another orgasm rips through me like wildfire.
I can feel when he finally gets close. It’s like the light at the end of a tunnel we’ve been hurtling down for so, so long. The pace of his f*****g stutters, stops, breaks, and then he says my name again, three times, back to back to back—“Olivia, Olivia, Olivia”—before he finishes in me, unt
