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July 17 - July 18, 2024
“Open,” I say, and she knows exactly what I want, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. Then, I tap the head of cock there, one, two, three times. This visual? I absolutely will remember it for the rest of my life.
“Do you like this, menace? Being on your knees, ready to suck me off?”
“Good girl. Now suck me, Liv,”
“Play with yourself,” I order, and she does, spreading her legs and touching herself.
“Are you wet? Does sucking my cock turn you on, Olivia?”
“Keep your fucking eyes on me, Olivia. When my cock is in your mouth, you look at me.” Another moan, but her eyes stay open this time. “Such a good girl you are,” I murmur, gathering her hair in my hands
“No. I wanna see my cum on you, Liv. Claim you as mine.”
I’ve never been into that, into marking my territory, until Olivia Anderson.
Finally, I step back, and the hand that was holding me drops, moving to her tits and pinching a nipple. “Don’t stop,” I murmur, watching her and slowly tugging my aching cock. “Keep playing with that pussy, baby. Widen your legs so I can see better.” She does as she’s told, and I see she’s fucking dripping. Jesus fucking Christ.
“I’m gonna come on your tits, Liv. Then I want you to get on that bed, ass to the edge, legs spread wide. I’m gonna make a mess of you.” She mewls, now riding her fingers, her legs spread so I can see everything. But her hand on her tit drops, giving me full access. “Come on me, Andre,” she murmurs. I don’t even need to wait a moment longer. Two strokes of my cock and I’m groaning, forcing my eyes to stay open as I paint her chest with my cum.
she gets onto the bed, scooting her ass to the edge as instructed and spreading her legs wide, her feet at the edge of the mattress as well. Walking over, I take her in. Fucking stunning.
I put a hand to her belly, pressing there, a thumb moving right above her clit and pulling so the hood moves back before putting my mouth on her.
“I told you, you’re gonna make a mess for me, Liv,” I say, then I use my fingers on her clit, leaving the hand on her belly to keep pressing, rubbing quick and hard. “Holy shit,” she screams. She’s so fucking close. She’s going to gush for me,
“Trust me, menace,” I say before lowering my head again, sucking on her clit like she needs, giving her both relief and building her painful pleasure higher. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, hips moving in time with my fingers. I stop again. I move to her clit and start to rub. Olivia shrieks. “Oh god, fuck . . . No, Andre, I don’t—” “Trust me, baby. Make a mess for me, my menace.” The wet sound continues as she begins to convulse, Liv no longer in control of her own body as I continue my assault. And then it happens. She screams. Olivia screams, and as I rub her clit, a gush of liquid comes from
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I slow my strokes before removing my touch altogether and, finally, running my tongue from entrance to clit, cleaning her. I can’t resist. Then, I step back to examine my handiwork. There’s a wet spot on the comforter, and her tits are covered in my cum. I’ve never seen anything more spectacular in my life.
running his hand through his thick hair. It’s chaotic from my grabbing it while he ate me, and the memory has my heart beating, my core throbbing all over again. He notices, of course. My agent notices everything. “Or we can say fuck it and lock the door behind us and I can eat you out again before I fuck you.” Tempting. So fucking tempting. I lick my lips, and his devilish smile widens. “No,” I say like he’s a naughty dog. “Later. I want to see if I can help at all. If not then you can fuck me until I can’t see straight.” I smile now and he shakes his head, pulling me onto his lap, where he
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“You let go, I’ll kill you.” His smile widens. “You’re insane, you know that?” “So are you. We’re quite the pair.” He shakes his head, but he’s still smiling,
“If his eyes don’t leave your tits, I’m coming over and punching him in the face,” Andre says in the earpiece I’m wearing, hidden by my hair. I’m in his line of sight as he sits at a table about fifteen feet behind me and can picture his brows furrowed in total frustration. “Valenti, get it together,” another man Andre introduced to me as a coworker named Nico Mancini says. “Do you fucking see him?” “Kind of the point, man. If her tits are out, he can’t concentrate on his lies.” I take a sip of my wine to try and hide my laugh.
twirling my hair around my fingers and leaning in so my tits pop out a bit more. His eyes move directly there, focusing on them and not moving even as he answers. But before he does, I don’t miss the growl of anger in my ear, Andre clearly pissed at a man staring at what he deems to be his. Should going undercover turn me on? Is that normal?
I flip my wrist at him then use the hand to brush my hair on one side behind my back, making it easier to stare at my breasts. “I swear to fuck, woman—” Andre says in my ear, but I ignore him. He’ll be more fun tonight if he gets mad now anyway.
“You’re doing so fucking well, baby,” Andre murmurs in my ear, and those words, his small praise, drop into my belly, making me warm.
you are good. And for you, I’ll do whatever you want me to do. If that means she ends up mad at me, what do I care? I’m there for you. And I’m telling you right now, Olivia, she tries shit, I’m your shield. You decide if that’s to absorb a hit or send it right back at her, but nothing hits you.” I stare at him, wondering how I got him, how I got so lucky to win this man who is so amazing and gracious and kind. “How did I get you?” I whisper, my filter rarely in place when he’s touching me. “I ask myself the same thing every day, Liv,” he whispers, then he kisses me.
I’m telling you right now, Olivia Anderson is the absolute best thing I’ve ever had the joy of being able to call mine. My only regret is it took so long to get here.”
His lips move to the inside of my knee and slowly, such a tortuously slow ascension, he begins pressing open-mouthed kisses along my skin. “Do you know,” he starts, pausing to kiss another spot slightly higher. “How fucking beautiful you are?” Another kiss.
Another kiss and a nip of his teeth pulls a moan from me. “Do you know how it is to watch you question yourself and not be able to set you straight?” A kiss. “Not be able to claim what’s mine?”
“Do you like that? Me being wildly protective of you?” He licks up an inch. “Possessive?”
“I need you to know every moment of every single day how fucking beautiful and smart and kind you are.” He hits the crease at the other side before smiling wide at me. “I’m determined to spend however long it takes and then every day after that proving to you just how fucking magnificent you are. How worthy you are.” His breath is brushing across my clit with each word.
“Yes, tell me exactly what you need, Liv. Take it from me.” Without thinking, I move my hips up a fraction, his bottom lip brushing against where I need him most. “Oh god.” “There she is.” He puts a hand on either thigh. “What do you need, Olivia? Take it.” “I need . . .” Desire burns me, turning any hesitance to ash. “I need you to lick my clit.” “Good girl,” he murmurs but doesn’t move. I groan, both at his words and his lack of movement. “Now take it.”
“Oh, fuck.” I moan, my hips moving to get his mouth where I need him. With a mind of its own, my hand presses his face down farther into my pussy and I start to move, start to ride his face, to guide the movement. To take what I need. “A finger,” I demand, giving into the need for more, and he obliges instantly, sliding a thick finger inside of me as he sucks on my clit. “Shit!” Another finger joins the first and now, as I rock my hips, I’m fucking myself, but his lips and tongue work to take me higher and higher, and my fingers twine in his thick hair, holding him where I need him most.
“I don’t know—” “Do what feels right,” he says.
“Take what you need, Olivia. Take what you’ve earned,” he says, and I smile a lust-filled smile before doing just that. I don’t even question it, don’t even feel those old questions and worries creep in because I’m with him. I was never an on-top girl. It puts me on display which I don’t love, but it also puts too much responsibility on me. On top, I’m in control of my and his pleasure, and the old me could never focus on myself. But with Andre's praise and the way he’s staring at me, it’s the only choice I have. And it feels natural.
“Find what you like, Liv. No rush. What feels good.”
“Try leaning back,” he suggests, his voice tight. I do as he says, leaning back, using my hands on his legs to steady myself, and the moan I let out is low and needy. “There it is.” A strained smile hits his lips like he knows the unreliable jolt of pleasure that cracks through me.
“That’s it. That’s it, Liv. God, you’re beautiful.” His hands roam like he can’t help himself, like he needs to feel me all over.
My hand moves back down, ready to circle my clit and make me fall. His hand slaps mine out of the way. “No. Just like this. You’re gonna come just like this.” I smile at him through hooded eyes. “I thought you said this was all about me, all about getting me whatever—” My breath hitches as he lifts his hips a bit, meeting me so he goes a bit deeper. “Whatever I want.” “I lied. Now be a good girl for your man and ride my cock until you find it.”
“What do you need, Liv?”
“Slap my thigh,”
“Again,” I moan, the word a plea.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Andre. More.” This time, it’s Andre who groans as he starts to fuck me as well, his hips lifting to meet mine, and he slaps me on the first thigh again, slightly higher than the other. “Such a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” he says through gritted teeth. “You like this, me turning your thighs pink?” “Yes, god, please, I’m so close, Andre. I need to come.” It’s then he smiles at me like the devil himself. “Alright, baby. I’ll take care of you.” I moan in relief as his hand, three fingers lined up, starts to rub my aching clit hard. “Fuck, yea—AH!” He pulls his hand back
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His hand comes to my neck, trailing up until his thumb rests in the spot right under my chin, tipping it up. “Keep this up, Liv. Keep your chin up. You don’t cower; you don’t hide from anyone. Ever.” Suddenly, it clicks then, all those years of him doing this exact move, of placing his thumb there and tipping my chin up until I was looking at him. Always when I was most unsure. When I was second-guessing or nervous. A silent reminder I think I’ve always internalized. “You’ve been doing that for so long.” “I never want you looking at people who are beneath you ever again, Olivia. Only up.”
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“Do you trust me?” he whispers against my lips. “With my life,” I reply instantly. “God, I love you.”
“You started this entire garden from seeds?” I ask for clarification. “Yes.” “You don’t like flowers. Or gardens. Or the outdoors really.” He stares at me, confused, like I’m the crazy one. “But you do.”
“Where is it? Our wedding?” His lips tip up in a smile, and he takes the three steps back to me, thumb swiping against where I know my smile is making an indent in my cheek. “Here. In Edna’s backyard. Where I realized I was so completely fucked and going to fall for you.”
“And you grew my wedding flowers.” That puts a lump in my throat all over again. “Yeah.” “From seeds.” He nods. “Yeah.” “God, you really love me, don’t you?”
“I’m shocked you still believe anyone could ever not risk the world to make you happy, Olivia.” He whispers the words with reverence,
