Free One Night in His Custody by Teri Fowler Page B

letting out animalistic little groans and calling him every dirty name under the sun as she begged him to do it faster, harder, more.
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    Olivia grit her teeth, trying to muffle her screams and shouts as Michael ramped up the pace and pounded her pussy relentlessly. If he stopped now, because he thought he was hurting her, she'd die. No, scratch that. She'd kill him for stopping, and then she'd die.
    Her arms ached and her shoulders shook with the effort of supporting her weight , but she didn't want to rest.  Michael changed position slightly, and she felt his strong forearm go under her stomach to hold her weight as his other hand let go of her hip.  The bristle on his chin scraped over the skin near the centre of her back, and she knew he was leaning over her. A sudden sensation against her ribs was the only warning she had before his hand closed around her breast and he crushed it against her chest, his fingers splayed wide enough to allow them to pinch at the side of her nipple. A spear of pain shot straight from his hands to her pussy, adding another layer to the exquisite torture she was already enduring.
    “ Liv?” His husky voice was barely audible over the sounds of her frantic cries, but she could hear the desperation in his tone, even as he tried to stay in control.  “I want you to come all over my dick, and I'm not gonna stop fucking you until you do. Do you hear me?''
    She did hear him , but there was no way she could tell him. Every erratic thud of her heart and every painfully ragged breath she sucked in through her raw throat, were being used for just one purpose, to keep her body alive while the rest of her concentrated on the way her womb began to draw up towards her stomach, and all her muscles got tight. She tensed as she had a moment where everything seemed to pause, and she felt nothing at all for a second, the way she always did at the start of her climax. Then, like Michael had flicked a switch and sent an electric current to every nerve ending she had in her groin, the spasms began.  
    The walls of her pussy tensed and released as wave after hard wave of pleasure pulsed through her. Each spasm took her higher than the last , and she saw stars behind her clenched eyelids. Olivia heard a muffled shout from somewhere outside of the bubble of  sensation engulfing her, and the relentless, frantic jabbing of Michael's cock intensified, if that was even possible, sending her tumbling in to another climax. This one was nowhere near as acute but seemed to come from somewhere deep inside her womb. The spasms were gentler yet still oh so powerful, and she felt the ripples right up into her abdomen.
    The sensations ebbed away, leaving her a boneless, quivering wreck. As her senses returned one by one, she reali zed her feet were now back on the floor. Olivia slumped to her knees and turned to look for Michael, finding him collapsed in much the same position a few feet way.
    “ You okay?” she saw, rather than heard him say, and noted that her ears still weren't working properly.
    “ Yes, but I'd love it if you'd untie me now.”
    “ Shit! Of course. Sorry.”  Michael crawled to her side, grimacing as he moved. “I think I need to remind myself that although you might not have aged a day since we knew each other, but that doesn't mean I'm eighteen again.”
    He released her hands and dragged her into his lap, smoothing her hair away from her sweaty brow and kissing each of her cheeks before finding her lips. Olivia opened her mouth to him, greedy for more of his kisses. Of all the things they'd done tonight, this was probably her favorite.
    “Fuck!”
    Olivia jumped when Michael cursed, wondering if she'd squashed his balls against the floor or something as she squirmed in his lap.  “What?”
    “ I forgot to use a condom. Are you on the pill?”
    “ Jesus, you scared the crap out of me.” She gave him a playful punch in the shoulder then settled back in to the warm spot against his