Page 169 of My Dark Prince
“Rub your pussy against my leg, Briar,” Oliver instructed, his voice strained but in full control. “You’re so fucking wet for me, baby.”
I gurgled on the juices in my mouth, humping his leg as he slanted it forward for me. With my underwear still twisted to the side, my clit hit his bare skin immediately.
The friction, the tease of his skin against my bundle of nerves, undid me. This climax flew me into another galaxy as Oliver continued pumping his dick into my mouth. Saliva and precum dribbled down my chin and into the space between my tits. It was filthy. It was depraved. And it was pure perfection.
“I didn’t come. Not yet.” He pulled out of my mouth, and I wanted to cry I missed him so much already. “Our first time should be on a bed. Come.”
He grabbed my hand – how was he so poised? – and rushed down the corridor to the master bedroom. I stumbled behind him, giggling. When we reached the master bedroom he stopped, gathered me into his arms, and carried me.
It took me a second to register my surroundings. He’d set up the room honeymoon-style. Lit scented candles scattered around the dresser and credenza, chocolate-dipped strawberriesand cherries sat in a bowl beside a bucket of chilled champagne, and blue rose petals peppered the pressed linen sheets.
“This is how it should have been that first time.” Ollie stared deep into my eyes as he carried me to bed. “Perfect. Just like you.”
“Ollie.” I looped my arms around his neck. “It was still perfect at the time. I don’t regret losing my virginity to you, even if my heart broke after. In that moment, for the first time in my life, I felt whole. I wouldn’t trade it for any other memory in the world.”
He laid me down on the mattress so softly I thought I would cry. Slowly – oh, so slowly – he removed my dress and underwear. He unclasped my heels, kissing the soles of my feet as I stared at him with lust-drunk eyes.
He kissed a path to my ankle, then up my inner thigh. “God, you are beautiful.”
His lips touched and caressed every inch of me, just like he promised, before he removed his own clothes and pressed home. I spread my legs wider, allowing him access, signaling my total and complete submission to him.
There was no one else. There never was. It was always Oliver von Bismarck.
His girth shocked me. With my orgasm, I thought I’d be ready, but he struggled to slide in. I clenched around him on instinct, unsure how I’d managed this fifteen years ago.
He closed his eyes and grunted, burying his face inside my neck. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“So, my plan is working.”
Oliver chuckled, his hot breath shooting my hair up in every direction. “It is.” He was still lodged inside me, not moving. “I don’t think my cock can take fucking you.”
“What about your heart?”
“Even less,” he admitted.
“Hey.” I grabbed his face, forcing him to look at me. “Enjoy this. Stop letting one moment define your entire life. Some mistakes don’t deserve the weight we give them. Their lessonsare enough. Let go of the memory but hold onto the lesson. That’s the best you can do.”
Something relaxed in his face. His muscles loosened, even as they held his weight, so he didn’t crush me. It was as if he finally agreed to let himself go.
With a searing kiss, he withdrew his cock from me and thrust in again. My eyes flung wide open from the shock of it. His kisses became more urgent as he moved inside me, fusing into me, makingloveto me. His breaths came out ragged and fast. Two beads of sweat trickled down his temple, merging together at his jaw.
I couldn’t get enough of him.
Back arched, I cried out his name, letting him pump into me like a drill. The buildup inside me felt like a rubber band stretching painfully tightly.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” Oliver panted, kissing my face again and again.
“So am I.”
And when the rubber band snapped for both of us, when we clutched onto each other and whispered each other’s names like a secret, I knew I wasn’t in love with Oliver von Bismarck again.
The truth was, I never stopped loving him.
Chapter Seventy-Two
Oliver
Romeo Costa:Are you alive?
