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She bit the nipple she’d been sucking, earning another whimper.“No, I’m not done playing.”
He stilled his own movements, doing his best to follow her orders.She didn’t slow, and she increased her attention on his pecs until he became a squirming, quaking, babbling mess.
“Please, Livy.Please, let me come.Please.”
“I don’t know if you’ve been a good boy yet.”
He pulled in a sharp breath, and Olivia worried she’d said the wrong thing until Connor whined, “I have.I’ve been such a good boy.I promise.Please.”
Olivia hadn’t known she would like his begging so much.
“Do you want to come inside me?”she asked.
“Fuck, yes.Can I?”
She didn’t answer him, dragging out his agony a little longer, watching his face contort as he tried to keep his climax at bay.
When she was confident it might kill him to go a single second longer, she said, “Yes.Come inside me.Now.”
His cock pulsed inside her, and she enjoyed every tremor of his release.It made a sticky mess when she collapsed on top of him.
He shuddered through his last aftershock, his whole body relaxing.He let out a shaky breath and stroked Olivia’s back.
“Where the fuck did you learn that?”he asked.
She grinned.“I was winging it.”
They giggled, and she asked, “Good boy, huh?That’s what does it for you?”
“I fucking guess.Coming from you, at least.”
“I enjoyed the begging.A-plus.Very good boy.”
“I will follow after you, kissing the ground you walk on, if you do that again.”
They cleaned up their mess, and Olivia spent her first night sleeping in Connor’s bed.She hoped she never had to sleep anywhere else again.
Chapter 41
Olivia
Aftermonthsofheartache,longing, and career uncertainty, Olivia’s life was coming together.Dating Connor felt as easy as breathing.They spent every possible minute together.Their friends stopped by the house daily.Although, after one particularly traumatizing event, they had learned to text first.
Valentine walked in on Connor and Olivia relaxing on the couch.With Connor’s head between her legs.He hadn’t batted an eye, grabbing himself a snack and scrolling on his phone in the kitchen while he waited for them to finish.
Olivia had been too concentrated on what Connor was doing with his tongue to register her surroundings.But Valentine dropped something, and Olivia jumped a mile, smashing her vulva into Connor’s nose.She let out a startled yell, and Valentine froze, a deer in headlights.
When Connor lifted his head to cover his injured nose with a hand, he spotted Valentine and smiled, saying, “Hey.”
“Hey?”Olivia had asked, her voice squeaky.
They’d both looked at her like she had a screw loose.
“What are you doing here?”she’d asked Valentine.
He shrugged and said, “Hanging out.”
Olivia was outraged until she remembered she’d done the same thing to Connor a few months ago, and she was getting a taste of her own medicine.Then she covered her face and laughed.
