Free The Big O (An OTT Insta-love STANDALONE) by Nelle L'Amour Page A

held the air I breathed in my lungs, he thrust it back up. It was a slow, deep, powerful stroke.
    “Olive, we’re going to take it slow. I want to savor every stroke, make you feel loved, make love to you the way I should have had I known you were a virgin. I am a hard man, a rough man, but you, only you, make me tender. I want to pleasure you with the tenderness and love you give me.”
    The words, spoken like a poet, made my heart flutter and my body kindle for his touch. Relaxing into his fullness, I let him take me the way he wanted. It felt incredible. Each long stroke so full of reverence and passion. I rocked my hips into his taut body with every measured thrust.
    “Princess,” he moaned, “you’re still like a virgin. So fucking tight.”
    At his words, I clamped my muscles tighter around his length, hugging his magnificent cock like a silk glove. “Harder, faster,” I cried out. I was ready for him to make me lose myself and take me to another dimension.
    “Oh, baby,” he groaned as he began to pound me fast and furiously.
    “Oh, oh, oh, oh…”

“O h, oh, oh…”
    “C’mon, sweet girl. Fall apart for me and say my name. I don’t have any neighbors so scream it until the cows come home.”
    I gazed at her impassioned face. It was beautiful. A vision of pure ecstasy with her lush lips forming a perfect “O” as they quivered out her orgasm.
    “Oh, oh, oh…”
    I thrust into her once more forcefully, and as I hit her magic spot, she exploded all around my cock and roared my name, holding onto the first syllable like an opera singer, who was bringing down the house. “OOOOOOOOOOO-wen!” As the second syllable poured out of her mouth, I followed her over the edge with my own euphoric orgasm. Collapsing onto her soft body, my face buried between her luscious breasts, I stayed inside her, coming with a series of long, hot spurts. As she milked the very last drop with a squeeze of her pulsing pussy, a feeling of comfort imbued me. It was like coming home. Only better because I wasn’t alone. My cock was inside her. A few blissful minutes later, I rolled off her. As she caught her breath, I wrapped my arm around her warm milky flesh and repositioned her so her head was resting on my chest. I stroked the damp silky strands of her long hair that fanned across my bicep and over her heavenly tits that rose and fell with each breath. We were one hot, beautiful sweaty mess.
    I’d fucked a lot of women. But Olive was the first woman I’d ever fucked in my bed. All the others were disposable hook-ups I’d fucked in my fuck pad. Olive was the first woman I brought to my house. And for the first time, my big empty house felt like a home. Love filled the air. I never wanted her to leave my bed. And that’s just what I intended as I rolled her on top of me. I just couldn’t get enough of this angel who had magically descended into my life. They say fate’s a bitch, but I now knew better that this was some urban myth.
    As I slid inside her once again, I knew my cock had found its home sweet home.

    Olive offered to make dinner, insisting she was a great cook, but I didn’t want my princess to leave my bed. Instead, we ordered in a large pizza with extra cheese and pepperoni. We devoured it naked in bed, feeding each other slices and moaning with each scrumptious bite. I fucking loved being with a woman that had a hearty appetite, who liked what I liked. And the fact that she was so beautiful in every which way was the icing on the cake. Or should I say, the frosting on the donut.
    Soon after we ate dinner, we called it a night. She was sleeping nowhere else but in my bed and in my arms. I just wanted to hold her, inhale her, and feel her soft skin against mine. I wanted our first night together to be special. For her to know I was there for her.
    Just before I turned out the light, she crawled out of the bed.
    “Where are you going, princess?” My pulse sped up. I hoped she wasn’t having second thoughts