Chapter 32: OLIVE's POV
The slap echoed through the garage and I screamed, the sting mixing with pleasure, making me clench even harder around him.
"You like that?" He did it again, other cheek this time. "Like it when I mark this ass? When I make sure you feel me tomorrow?"
"Yes—god, yes—"
Another slap, harder, and I was coming again, my knees buckling. But he held me up, one arm wrapped around my waist, the other still gripping my hip as he f****d me through my orgasm.
Never stopping and I kept screaming and he kept pounding through me, with smacks from his hands which made everything even more feral.
"That's three," he groaned. "Think you can give me another?" He whispered as he kept pounding
"I can't—" My voice was completely wrecked. "Zane, I can't—"
"You can." He reached arou
