Watching him watch her got her hot. She was more aware of the rise and fall of her breasts, the way her back arched as she ground herself down atop him, her pussy clenching around his cock. Squeezing his hands, she began to move faster, harder, her thighs working as she filled herself with him again and again.

“Oh fuck… Olivia… ma’am… I…”

“Be good for me, Luke,” she admonished, panting the words out between breaths. His eyes closed, forehead wrinkling as he did his best to obey. Seeing him strain, seeing him submit, pushed her to the edge.

Her muscles tightened down, making him feel even larger, thicker inside of her as she let out a cry and plunged down atop him, burying his cock inside of her. Settled fully atop him, she gyrated her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy against the base of his shaft, grinding her swollen clit against his groin.

“Olivia!” His back arched, fingers squeezing hers roughly.

“Cum for me, Luke, cum for me now.”

He was going to anyway, but her words would be burned into his brain as he did so, and the feel of him throbbing inside of her in response to her words as her own orgasm crested increased both of their rapture. They cried out in unison, Olivia shuddering atop him as she came, her muscles clenching and pulling at his cock, milking him of his seed.

This was what he’d been looking for, what he’d been missing in every other relationship.

The utter satisfaction of knowing exactly what the woman he was with wanted, of knowing he was providing it to her, of feeling her complete enjoyment of his efforts to please and pleasure her. Luke felt like his orgasm went on and on as Olivia’s did, the hot pleasure jerking through him even after he’d emptied himself into her, making him feel as though his orgasm was unending.

He quivered.

Throbbed.

Ached.

The plug inside of him had only added to the overwhelming physical sensations that swamped him, leaving him utterly breathless and completely spent.

As Olivia relaxed, slumping over him, he used the last of his strength to help her slowly lower her upper body until she was resting against his chest, her head directly over his still-pounding heart.

16

Being on top definitely had perks.

Luke had a lot of hard muscle but she was sure he was more comfortable to lay on top of than her desk. Yet he didn’t utter a single word of complaint, not even about the plug still inside of him.

Letting go of his hands, she sighed happily as his arms crept up and around her, holding her. Fingers stroking her soft skin almost reverently. With the side of her face nestled against his shoulder, she ran her fingers through his chest hair, just enjoying the feel of him so close to her. It felt good. Right.