She spread her knees wider and lifted herself above him. His whole body clenched up in anticipation for that first contact, and when she lowered herself and took him fully into her heat, he reached out blindly. He just needed to hold on to something – to anything – to ground himself before he flew right the f**k off the bed. His fingers rested on her hips, pulled her down deeper.
"Oh, God..." Olivia's lips parted, her head fell back. "Dallas, you feel so good."
"Move on me." His voice was almost harsh with his need for her. "Take us both there."
She rose and fell on him, her lower lips stretching tightly over his hardness, her p***y muscles pulling on him as strong as hands. He ran his fingers over her neck, her breasts, her ass, and Olivia rode him, her back arching, her breath coming
