grunted as he shot long streams of seed down her throat.
Liv swallowed greedily, at the same time focusing on keeping up the pace until he was done. She cleaned him thoroughly, the tip of her tongue pushing against the tiny slit, as if she was hoping more would come out. To her surprise, he wasn’t going soft.
Tristan leaned over her, took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, and kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her lips and tongue. She moaned, opened her mouth, and allowed him to push her on top of the covers. In the process, he got rid of his jeans completely, then pulled his T-shirt over his head.
Olivia’s hands immediately started exploring his wide chest, pressing, caressing, following the ridge of every muscle. She could do this for hours and never get bored of his body. She let him peel the dress off her, then the bra and panties, with which he took his time. His hands and lips left goosebumps on her sensitive skin. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to get lost in his touches, licks, nips, and kisses.
He worshiped her curves patiently, and when he finally climbed back on top of her, not an inch of her skin had been left untouched. He claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss.
Olivia let her hand explore lower and lower, until she found his cock, as hard and ready as ever. She broke the kiss and smiled up at him.
“Wow! So fast?”
Tristan laughed and kissed her nose.
“With you? Always. As many times as you want.”
She squeezed his cock appreciatively.
Gently, he turned her around. Olivia followed his lead and used her knees and arms to hold herself up. When he slapped her butt, she pushed her hips farther up to give him better access.
Tristan slapped her again and marveled at the perfect way in which her skin jiggled. His cock grew harder, and he couldn’t wait to be inside her, to stretch her pussy to the limit and pound her until he coated her walls with his seed. He took hold of her hips and held her in place as he entered her. She was wet and warm, and he moaned when he was finally buried to the hilt.
“Mmm… Tristan. Move.”
He complied, pulling out almost completely, then slamming back in.
They built a steady rhythm, Olivia meeting his every thrust, moving her hips as much as the position allowed her, her fists holding onto the pillow for dear life. Her moans and screams filled the room. She was so loud that she was sure the neighbors could hear her, so she bit down on the pillow.
“Don’t,” Tristan said between heavy breaths. “I want to hear you.”
She did as she was told, and soon the whole house was filled with the sound of their lovemaking. The bed was rocking so hard that Liv was afraid it might break. She screamed even louder when her orgasm hit her, almost taking her by surprise. Tristan kept going until she came back from her height only to rise up again. Her walls clenched and unclenched around his cock, the second orgasm more powerful than the first.
The way her pussy throbbed around him, the beautiful view of her hips dancing in the rhythm imposed by him, the sight of his own cock moving in and out of her… it was all too much. He came deep inside her, his hot, thick seed filling her passage.
Tristan fell on top of her, then rolled on his side, careful not to crush her frail body. She snuggled against his chest, and he squeezed her possessively.
“Mine,” he declared.
Liv chuckled. “We’ll have to see about that, won’t we?”
“Aww… You’re too hard to impress.”
“It wouldn’t be as fun if it were too easy.”
“Fair.”
He kissed the top of her head. She sighed and closed her eyes, the wine she had had earlier and the two orgasms finally taking their toll.
***
She tried not to listen, as she always did when Tristan was with a woman. She tried not to think about it, about them… not to think about him kissing her lips, her neck, exploring her body. It was useless. She couldn’t ignore what was happening. Why? Because