Ceaseless Chains Copyright © 2021 by Marzy Opal (xXMopelXx) All Rights Reserved.

Chapter posted - September 10, 2021

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C H A P T E R 19

Teagan

Enamoured by the scene before me, I carefully threaded closer, soaking in the moonlight as if it could give me power to brave through this encounter with Himeros.

Oliver's room was bigger than mine with black wood furniture, and navy and grey accents. He sat by the foot of his four-poster bed, his body shuddering with each pull of his thick cock. "Come closer, Parisa."

I was captivated by the sight before me. My throat dry, I padded closer until I stood in the open V of his naked, muscular thighs. The air between us charged with electricity, flowing through our bodies like a current.

"Oli," I whispered, my fingers skimming over my bottom lip with utmost hunger for this man.

His chest bowed with a deep inhale and exhale. "Like what you see, baby?"

Baby. I was in trouble.

My panties grew ridiculously damp. "Yes."

"I like what I see, too." He smirked like he won this round, then groaned as he fucked himself harder. He was so incredibly well endowed. "You're all I see."

Oh, God. My Oli-so unconcealed with his emotions and feelings.

With trembling hands, I reached forward to cup his bristly cheeks gently. The bottom lip he was sucking inside his mouth plopped out with a sound and he peered at me through his lashes. Oliver stared at me in reverence and tenderness, like I was a mirage he needed to savor.

"Did you kiss her tonight?" I asked shook with a spike of jealousy. I couldn't look away from his intoxicating gaze, even though his body looked like it had been carved to perfection by a higher, divine being.

His eyes always held me hostage, forced me to take accountability for everything I felt towards him. For what I had always felt for him.

"Come here," Oliver spoke harshly, yanking me further into him by gripping my hips, clutching the fabric of my purple slip like a lifeline. His forehead rested between my breasts as he breathed brokenly. My own hands cradled his brawny shoulders.

"Oli?" I urged again, misery he couldn't see inching upon my features. "Please."

He shook his head endearingly, his tousled strands going everywhere. I fisted them and tugged, needing an answer.

"I couldn't kiss her. I could barely touch her. It's all your fault, Tee," he spat, lifting his head to look at me, locking gazes so I could acknowledge the turbulence inside his. "You've been fucking with my head all along. Ever since you got here."

A shaky breath escaped my parted lips. "I felt sick with the thought of you touching her. I couldn't bear it... I was so jealous."

His whiskey eyes widened, before they screwed shut tightly like he was trying to process my jarring admission. Every line in my body buzzed with repressed feelings for this strong guy. "Did you kiss him tonight-let him touch the mouth I fucking devoured?"

"N-No. I couldn't allow it. I only wanted-want-you."

His eyes opened and he looked just a little skeptical, as if he couldn't believe me. The hand he'd been using to love himself bunched the silky material near my breasts. Oli's jaw clenched so tight that a muscle jumped. Almost telling me that if I were lying, he'd make me pay in the best way possible.

You couldn't handle my tastes, his words echoed in my mind.

"God, Oli." I brushed his strands behind his ears and framed his face once more. "The only thing I could focus on tonight was how your mouth bruised mine, how you tasted, how you...spanked me. You. I could only think about you. You've been in my head for years and I haven't known how to deal with it."

"Teagan." Oliver released a ragged sound, diving for me. We became frantic as I used his shoulders to climb onto his lap to sit astride him.

His hand slipped my hair free of its topknot, so it cascaded like an inky black curtain around us. Then Oliver wrenched my purple satin slip like it had personally offended him. "Take it off, baby," he snarled against my mouth. "Take it off or I'll rip it off."

Holy God. This was my best guy friend talking to me. The object of my affection growing up. My unattainable dirty fantasy. My indulgent Prince. My Himeros.

Shock kept me frozen.

When I didn't respond fast enough, he slapped my ass again until my back arched, and I threw my head back on a soft cry.

He used my lowered defenses to launch forward and attack my neck, licking the whole length of my throat before sucking a vigorous love bite. I moaned at the swiftness of it all-at how quick he was to talk this way and do this to me. His arms came around to hold my body close to his. One hand sneaked down to hike the hem of my nightgown. Before I knew it, Oliver bit my neck and rained two consecutive, reddening slaps on my left ass cheek. "I said take it off or I rip it off, darling. Your choice."

A choked sound was torn out of me, the ghost of his imprint still drumming against my behind.

My senses kicked in-I liked this slip way too much for it to be tattered-and I threw off my skimpy négligée. But not before the tight material caught on my breasts. Oliver's eyes glazed over, and a curse left his mouth when they bounced with the motion.

His engorged ridge rested between us, proof of his lust for me. My own ruined panties were evidence. The arousal-darkened patch at my crotch had him fixated.

Oliver hummed roughly, grazing his fingers over my satin panties. His arm circled my waist and jerked me into him until our chests were plastered. My beaded nipples slid against his unyielding chest. I gulped, mashing my forehead to his. Oliver smiled crookedly without humor. His mouth at my ear, he husked, "You're like a forbidden fruit constantly being dangled in front of me. Good job, baby. You kept your panties on because you knew I'd be tempted to fuck you, hm?"

"Yes," I murmured in the small space between us. "I did, Oli."

And I kept them on because of my vow of celibacy. Which, in exactly less than one minute, I'd probably break.

"There's my fucking jezebel," he rasped, cupping my chin with one hand while the other kneaded my ass viciously. "Finally admitting her emotions." Oli's squeezed my jaw until my mouth loosened from strain and I begged him with my eyes to just do it. "Took you long enough, dammit."

Our lips clashed with no finesse. I gasped into our kiss, my own hands coming up to hold his face crushingly. I was drowning in him, in us. Inhales became exhales. Heartbeats resonated in unison. Moans and groans rang out like a perfect symphony in the confinements of our temple as our mouths made war recklessly. Tongues mingled in a carnal way that allowed me to taste the remnants of the whiskey he'd sipped and allowed him to taste the sweetness of fruit, wine, and chocolate on mine. He sucked my bottom lip then bit it punishingly; I whimpered from the roughness of it all. He swallowed the sound like an ill-mannered God collecting his due with a taunting chuckle.

Both our eyes were opened as we kissed slower now. Oliver's misbehaving hands explored every unchartered territory of my body-roving his callused palms over my naked skin and stopping to mold the parts he found most fascinating on me. Namely the thickness of my ass. The trimness of my waist. The heaviness of my breasts. He held them in his big hands as if he's been waiting all his life to feel the weight of them.

With a mischievousness glint in his eyes, Oliver leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth, growling right before he sucked. Licked. Bit and tugged. I moaned, fisting his hair. "Oliver."

"You like that, little darling?" He gave the other breast the same treatment, peering at me through his lashes with an innocent look as he suckled me playfully. Before blowing cold air against my pebbled skin. I was leaking between my thighs, a drop grazing his lap.

As he continued toying with my breasts, I grasped his erection. It was thick, hot, and heavy in my hand. I gave it a firm tug, not being gentle. "Is this for me, Oli?"

"It's always been for you," he panted when my long witchy nail scratched the slit of his mushroomed dick tip. "You did this to me first. You've been fucking with me since the start."

Always me.

I grinned winningly, before bursting into a whine when he delivered a stinging slap to my pussy, right over my soaked panties. Then he squeezed hard. Oh, God. "No more games, Tee. Tell me what you fucking want."

"I-I can't stay away from you anymore. I want you to make me come."

He tutted under his breath, laughing sinisterly. "What about your vow?"

I arched an eyebrow arrogantly. He damn well knew that given our states, my vow was going to be tampered with. "I want to orgasm; not have you inside me, Oli...yet."

A shameless smirk blossomed across his face-tinged with a bit of anger and anticipation-before he effortlessly threw me off his lap until my back landed on his mattress.

The move left me breathless. Nor did I have the chance to catch my breath because Oliver turned from his sitting position and pounced, crawling on the bed with the grace of a feline. Until his hulking body kneeled before mine. He circled my ankles and harshly spread my thighs wide, so my pink flesh was bare for his hungry eyes.

"You want to come, baby? I got you." He slapped my pussy hard one more time and I moaned loud enough to wake up the dead. Who knew I'd like that? "You gonna let me come, too?"

"Yes. Yes, I will," I mewled as he softly knuckled the sopping material of my panties to the side.

"There's my enchantress. Fucking obeying me now, aren't you?" His knuckles grazed my slippery folds over and over again in a slow caress meant to ruin me. I rocked my hips in his rhythm. "You're so fucking wet for me, Teagan. My little darling likes getting her pussy spanked, hm? Ass, too."

"I do," I pleaded, my mouth parting in an 'O' when he sunk his pointer knuckle into my opening and twisted, watching me with a fierce expression.

"Good. Because I'm just the guy to give it to you."

Before my spread legs, Oliver kneeled like he was the one worshipping the celestial beingme. His herculean frame caused the bed to depress around his knees. His legs were lightly roughened by dark hair, but I could finally see the bull tat clearly on his right thigh. Through a nest of tamed curls, his thick erection jutted proudly at full mast. I did that to him. I caused that. Pride soared within me. My eyes greedily drank in his shredded body, from his defined Apollo's belt, to his steel-cut abs, to his solid pecs and muscular arms. Oh, my. Naked, Oliver was huge, larger than life. As if his clothes were meant as a disguise to hide the sinful man underneath.

His tattoos were vivid under the moonlight. Rascal, Die Living, the poppy and butterfly on the back of his left hand and the chain wrapped around his right forearm. His wild black hair was shaggy and tousled. Those whiskey eyes, fanned by dark lashes, were alight with the need to fuck me and weighed down by lust, giving him the look of an indulgent prince who'd been denied his favorite treat-in this case, fucking me. Leaving him in a surly mood. He pulled out his wet knuckle, coated by my essence, and his stubbled cheeks hollowed as he sucked it into his mouth, making a sound that was pure sex in the back of his throat. I moaned in unison to his low growl, loving that he was savoring me. "God, Teagan. You taste like everything I should stay away from-my fucking demise."

"Please, don't. I need you so bad, Oli."

"How can I fucking deny you when you ask me so nicely, huh?" He fell forward, landing on his elbows on either side of me, giving me the bulk of his weight. I loved it. "I could never say no to you. I want to fuck you so hard, baby."

"Y-You can't, Oli," I said desperately, clutching his shoulders. "N-Not yet."

"I know," he sneered, as if this truly pained him.

Every inch of our bodies was plastered together. My heartbeat jumped under my rib cage, like it struggled to get in line and match with Oli's pattern so they could be one. His heart and mine. The softness of his sheets made me feel like I floated on cloud nine, so close to heaven with my new favorite God. But the hard dick stamped between us? It made me feel like I was a stop away from hell. Especially because it wasn't inside of me, thrusting and filling me the way my poor, neglected pussy needed.

This vow would kill me.

I jerked his face to mine, craving his closeness. He kissed me hard, bruising even, before I pushed away. Grabbing his jaw with my digging claws, I twisted his face and leaned towards his neck. "Make me come you fucking-" Rascal, I sucked his tattoo. Make me come you fucking rascal.

Oliver moaned and it was the hottest thing I'd heard in my life. I love that he wasn't afraid to be vocal, unlike some of the boys in my past. Oli owned every sound he made, whether it was a moan, groan, grunt, growl, and everything else in between.

I released his corded neck with a hickey. His eyes told me that he'd loved that I'd marked him as mine for tonight.

With hot, open-mouthed kisses, Oliver drew his way down my neck, and the valley between my breasts. He once again took my heavy breasts in his hands, massaging them before taking another lick at my nipples with the flat of his tongue. Another suck like he couldn't get enough. Then he opened his jaw and bit the plump underside teasingly, causing my head to thrash. "Oliver."

"You like a little bit of pain. Maybe you can handle my tastes after all, baby." Oliver continued kissing his way down my body. When he arrived at my belly button piercing-a real white diamond that dangled a little-he tugged playfully with his teeth. At the same time, his fingers pressed almost painfully against the twin diamonds in the dimples at the bottom of my spine. "I love your piercings."

My whole being shook as he laid fervour pecks against my taut stomach. When he got to my hips, Oliver grinned, lovingly running his fingers over my faded tiger stripes, like he truly thought my body was a work of art. "God, you're fucking beautiful. More than my fantasies."

I used to be an insecure girl, but I'd come to love and accept my body. I was tall, curvy, fit and toned in all the right places and I'd worked hard for this physique. "Thank you, Oli."

He pressed another hot kiss over my mound, never breaking eye contact. "Spread your thighs wider. I'm going to lick your pussy, Tee."

I wasn't into that. I'd had lovers in the past who'd tried, and it made me feel vulnerable and it wasn't exactly...pleasurable. "You don't have to do that, Oli. It...It doesn't do anything for me."

He raised himself on a forearm and arched an eyebrow in disbelief, his palm casually resting on my stomach. There was heat in his eyes. A challenge. "Then obviously the nice boys from your past didn't know what the fuck they were doing. I need to taste you, Teagan. Trust me to make it good."

When I didn't say no, Oliver parted my shaking thighs further and threw them over his shoulders. He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip like he was preparing for a treat, his jaw working from side to side. I couldn't utter a word. I was transfixed with the ethereal sight before me-Oliver lying on his stomach between my parted thighs, moonlight bathing his chiseled body.

"Watch me," he rasped, his eyes beseeching me as he ripped my panties with strong fists, letting the tattered pieces fall around my hips. "Keep your eyes on me while I eat your pussy, baby."

I was helpless to obey his command.

I hoisted myself on my elbows, my mouth dropping open as uneven inhales whooshed in. Oliver peppered kisses along my inner thighs. He marked my thighs by sucking love bites in places only we would know. By leaving teeth marks in places I could admire tomorrow morning when I stood myself stark naked in front of our bathroom mirror to see what my Oli had done.

Oliver cupped my ass with his big hands and yanked me forward until I yelped. Until my wet flesh connected with his mouth and it was the only thing he could breathe, taste, and feel. With a pussy-throbbing groan, he thrusted his tongue through my embarrassingly wet folds, watching for my reaction with those haunting eyes. When I threw my head back on a loud wavering moan of his name, he took that as his cue to feast on me.

I was wrong. I wasn't being worshipped. I was Himeros's sacrifice all along.

Oh, my God.

Have mercy on me.

My shaky fingers knotted in his haywire strands and I tugged ruthlessly, a tight knot inside of me twisting and twisting and twisting with each lash of his sinful tongue. His sexually charged gazed watched me the entire time, those golden eyes keeping me hostage until I was drugged on the feeling of his mouth working magic between my thighs and everything that was him. He licked at my desire savagely with earth-shattering flicks, his stubbled jaw abrading my sensitive flesh in the best way possible.

Oliver lapped at me like I was his favorite flavor of sweet and he couldn't get enough. His velvety tongue was soft, warm, and hot in all the places it grazed me-he gathered my essence and circled my sensitive nub. Gentle waves of pleasure rocked through my body from head to toe, my orgasm slowly beginning to creep on me. Oliver gripped my thighs-hugging his head like ear warmers-in a way that would leave finger-shaped bruises on my skin. He sank his tongue inside my wet heat, fucking me dirtily and making me watch everything that he was doing to me. "Oh, fuck, baby. You taste like sin," he growled, his jagged words reverberating against my needy flesh and sending spikes of pleasures.

A strangled moan escaped me. I was spellbound by my dirty fantasy loving me, fucking me with his mouth. Blood pounded through my body. My curled toes dug into his shoulders and I sobbed, my claws raking through his hair as I pursued my climax with working hips. He moaned against my wetness, loving me this depraved for him. The knot inside of me slowly unravelled as I edged closer to my peak. "God, Oli."

"I've dreamed of doing this to you. For years," he whispered, eyes riveted to my quivering body. He replaced his tongue with one finger. Pumping slow. Two fingers. Pumping hard. Holy God, three. Fingering me ardently, the room suffused with squelching sounds, my uneven breathing, my cries of ecstasy and Oliver's nasty taunts. "I've wanted it even more since your first night at the speakeasy, where you sang for me, you fucking temptress. Since you shamelessly eye-fucked me across a room full of people. Tell me, Tee. Has my little darling been fucking herself every night to the thought of me?"

My hips didn't lie as they chased Oli's blunt fingers. "Yes. Yes. Every night, Oli."

His glistening mouth grinned evilly. "Want to know a secret?"

I nodded frantically.

"Me, too, baby. I think of you every time I jack off."

Oh, Lord. "More, please. I'm so close."

"That's it. Fucking beg me for more and I'll give it to you."

Who was this guy?

The seductive lull of his voice just did it for me.

"Please," I panted like I was dying.

Oli's mouth returned to my quaking flesh. Feelings of overwhelmingness crawled over me. I surfed my pussy over his mouth, demanding more. But my patient God wouldn't have it. Oli pulled back with a glower to slap my pussy, telling me with his gaze to fucking behave and tame my disrespectfulness. He wanted to savor me. I was leaking down my thighs. So close to my finish, I moaned for him to make me see the stars.

Against my dripping flesh, he smiled, clamping my clit between his lips and pumping. Fingering me with three big digits. Hitting me right there.

"You're so sexy, Oli. You're making me feel so good," I purred over and over again, pulling at his luscious black hair from the unbearable pleasure mounting between my legs, until little black dots danced in front of my eyes, until his scalp probably ached. Yet my actions only fueled him. It had never felt this way. No one has ever made me feel this way. Like I was being broken piece by piece, before being mended once more. "Oli. Oli. Oli."

The more I said his name, the more frenzied he got. As if he relished hearing his name echoed in my hoarse voice. As if this were the last time he'd have me. It wasn't. I knew without a doubt that this wouldn't be the beginning of an end. There was no way I could live, survive, without the passion Oliver fucking Ashford ignited inside of me. It set my whole body aflame.

The universe couldn't convince me otherwise-Oliver and I were tied by a red thread, destined to meet in the space between sky and earth. Always. Like lightning and thunder. Fated lovers in the early hours of the night, coming together even if we'd once drifted apart. Our chain never broke. Never severed. It was ceaseless.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," he groaned and I realized I now had a praise kink. "I need you to come on my tongue. Let me taste my demise, darling. Show me why you're so bad for me."

When Oliver's brutal fingers continuously rubbed that spot inside of me that only I used to know, I exploded, a burst of euphoria behind my lids. It was all too much-his fingers, his mouth, his dirty words, and the scent of arousal heavy in the air. Everything around me melted, dissolved into nothingness as I fell back against the bed, praying to the higher being above, as well as the deity between my legs, who still worked me as I came down from my high.

Oliver raised himself on his knees, his fingers still playing with my opening. His lips and chin were coated with my cum, but he seemed in no hurry to wipe himself. Pulling out his slick fingers, he thrust them into his mouth with a naughty grin, licking my juices. Then he dipped back to gather more, before bringing two wet fingers to my mouth. "Taste yourself."

I didn't bat a lash-didn't think twice. In our game, Oliver still held full control. He shoved his fingers knuckle-deep and I sucked like a good fucking girl. I'd never done this before, but I found that I didn't mind my taste.

Oliver pulled out and wiped his soaked fingers on his abs and cock, giving it a good stroke. Telling me he liked my remnants lingering on him. "How'd I do, baby?"

"A fucking plus, baby," I returned, deliriously. My eyes felt hooded by lust and my limbs laced with exhaustion as I cupped my breasts, needing to massage myself. "You made me come so hard, Oli."

"I know. I was there. Now split your thighs again. I'm not done showing you what I can do between them."

His mouth should be illegal. Those words were downright sinful. And I was scared of allowing Oli to show me more of what he could do between my thighs. Unfortunately, when it came to him, I had an addictive personality.

Oliver sat back on his haunches and pulled me into his lap. I never forgot how strong this guy was. He probably benchpressed my weight like it was no big deal.

The backs of my thighs grazed the tops of his, my soft skin a contrast to his hair-roughened one. My hands shot out to clutch his forearms steady. A soft gasp worked its way up my throat. "O-Oli, you can't fuck me-"

"-Yet, I know," he growled, moving his hands over my body like he was memorizing me. "But understand this, Teagan. I will fuck you soon. This. Is. Going. To. Happen. I've seen the fire inside of you; it burns just as hot as mine. You'll love my dirty fuck, baby. In fact, you'll beg for it. 

That fucking mouth. I couldn't believe this was my Oli, who used to be sweet, shy and cheeky, talking to me like this. I couldn't believe I'd never seen this side growing up. He was a whole new beast. One who only came out to play in the dark with his favorite playmate-me.

"Until then, I'll settle for coming between your thighs like a fucking teenager seeing tits for the first time," he murmured, kneading my breasts. "Oh, and Teagan? Your tits are the best I've ever seen. Gave me enough spank bank material when I was fifteen. So expect me to drench your pussy, your stomach, and your tits with my cum. If you don't want that, speak now. If not, be quiet and behave. It's my turn to come."

"I want that," I whispered to him, before it turned to a moan when he leaned down to suck my nipple into his mouth. God, he was obsessed. "I want your cum all over me. Paint me, Oli. Punish me for making you wait for years. Use me, azizam."

My words did it for him, or maybe it was the term of endearment. Oliver's dick twitched and he groaned, slapping my ass for talking to him this way. Loving it all the same.

Grasping his thickness, he dropped it flat-splat-over my slippery pussy lips until they kissed the underside of his veiny fat cock. I gasped, not expecting that. I thought Oli would give himself a handjob, then spill all over me.

He slapped his hot erection one more time against my flesh.

God, it felt so good to have pressure there, even though he wasn't inside of me. And I knew by the size of that girth, he would cram me so deliciously full. I wasn't ready.

Oliver threw my right leg over his left shoulder and pushed my other leg wide open so I was stretched fully for him. One hand clenched the back of my hair and he jerked hard, craning my neck so my eyes zeroed where our bodies touched. "Eyes on me, Parisa. Watch me rub my dick all over your greedy cunt, baby. Watch me come."

He fisted himself at the root. Pre-cum leaked from the swollen head and he smeared it against my sensitive clit, circling the sensitive nub with his tip.

I released another pure sound of need that Oliver reciprocated with a manly grunt. Then his hips pistoled, and the underside of his cock slid over my wet pussy. Back and forth. Back and forth. His hips worked with a fast, practiced rhythm, like a trained porn star. The bulbous head of his cock kept hitting my throbbing clit and we both moaned as our nerve endings clashed. The sensation was divine. I'd never had foreplay, outercourse, like this. My own hips raised until I was coasting my greedy flesh over his long ridge without conscious volition, trying to create the feeling of us actually fucking. My breasts bounced with each drive and Oliver's eyes grew hazy when he grated, "Imagine what it'll feel like when I'm finally inside of you-fucking you."

"You'll fuck me so well, Oli," I said, cupping his cheeks and drawing him for a sloppy kiss where our tongues twined with no particular dance. I tasted myself on him and sucked his tongue. It drove him crazy. He punched his hips faster between us, his cock practically a blur as it moved over my sopping wet pussy.

"I'll fuck you so goddamn rough, so goddamn good, baby," he husked angrily, never easing his pace. He gripped my leg so tight, I feared I'd lose circulation forever. Sweat beaded his face, causing his longish strands to stick against his temples. The intensity of our encounter sparked a vigorous gleam in his gaze. His teeth were barred. "You're going to scream my name when I push inside this tight pussy for the first time."

God, that dick tip was working magic over my clit.

I threw my head back, my body going through a myriad of emotions, a new layer of sweat working its way over the previous one. My claws dug sharply into his neck, before scorching down to his chest, leaving bloody marks. "I never scream."

Oliver barely winced. Only cracked an unhinged, starved smile. "We'll see about that."

I knew now that Oliver had a kinky streak and would most likely fuck me like a wild animal the first time he took me. There was nothing polite about him. I was here for it. I wanted exactly that. To be roughed and to do the roughing. I needed control just as much as him, but I wasn't afraid to relinquish it occasionally. Like now. He could overpower me if he let me do the same.

Goosebumps prickled along my skin as Oliver polished his huge dick with my arousal. A feral look thundered on his masculine features. He shuddered above me as he gazed down at his erection, my cum smeared all over him. It only made him hotter, more desperate to find his release. I could tell he was close, after trying to prolong this. The muscles in his body bulged with the strain of fucking-not fucking me-and his tan skin glowed with exertion. He grunted with each wet slide of us. Lightning and thunder, I reminded myself. He and I always worked in unison. If I came, he wasn't too far behind. "Goddammit, you're so fucking hot for me. I bet you'll love it when I tie your arms and legs and leave you open for anything. You'll beg me to ride it all night long, won't you? You shameless, stunning woman."

"Yes. Yes. Yes."

"I'm going to want to get down on my knees everyday to worship this pussy, hm?" He spanked my pussy again.

I mewled. "Yes." Just like I'd slave for his cock.

"How would I fuck you, Teagan?"

"Hard, Oli," I croaked, palming his face. "Fast. Slow. Deep. Shallow. I'll take it anyway you give it."

"Fuckkkk." He threw his head back and roared at my perfection.

The pressure was too much. The pleasure of him gliding his beautifully cut, proportionate flesh against my folds and playing with my clit did it for me. I came for the second time tonight, my orgasm shaking me violently, my mouth dropping open on a hoarse cry.

Oli's thumb dipped between my lips so I could muffle my sound. "I'm going to come all over you."

The lust clouding my brain slowly ebbed and as I watched this God of uncontrollable desire work his manhood over my femininity. I realized that this wouldn't be enough for tonight. I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted to suck Oliver's cock-wanted the privilege of feeling his dick pulse over my tongue as he shot ribbons of cum down my throat. I'd swallow Himeros's essence if it meant thanking him for pleasuring my body tonight. If it meant returning the favor in the only way I knew possible.

"S-Stop. Oli. Stop." My hands firmly clutched at his waist to get him to stop working himself over me. His glazed eyes landed on mine and he looked so crestfallen, so betrayed, that his big body physically shook above mine because I'd denied him the privilege of planting his seed all over me.

"Teagan, baby," he whispered, pleading brokenly. His hand travelled until it reached my temple where he soothingly brushed aside my sweaty locks. "What's wrong? Please, I need this."

"Get off me," I mumbled.

The blood drained from his face. His cheeks were no longer flush, but he heeded respectfully. He untangled himself from me.

I stopped teasing him, scaring him. The slow smile that seeped on my face finally, finally caused him to breathe. "Stand up, Oli. It's my turn. I want to suck your cock. Want you to finish in my misbehaving mouth. Will you let me do that for you, azizam?"

The look on his facewas priceless.

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A/N: Don't kill me for another cliffhanger hahah! What did you think of this one - Oli and Tee's outercourse? Oli's dirty words and Teagan admitting she likes to dominate too? What do you think will happen next? I swear this is my fav couple from the BTY series!

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