Olivia’s POV
I enjoyed listening to him moan. I watched him enjoy the way I slurped on his cock. His hands would come up to my head to guide me on the depth or just hold me down so that he could feel me a bit longer.
I slapped his hand away and looked at him with seductive command.
“No touching. Unless, of course, you want me to stop.”
His face scrunched up. I was tormenting him with pleasure, and it was evident in his every moan.
“God, Olivia! What have you been up to?!”
I went deeper on his cock and watched him tense up in pleasure.
“Don’t stop,” he groaned.
“Beg me not to,” I said huskily.
“Please don’t stop Olivia.”
I smiled and put my mouth to work on his cock again. Part of me felt happy that I had taken charge of the hotel room. It was a rare sight seeing Andre like this, begging me for more and groaning my name while I sucked on him.
“I want you to come for me.”
I sucked him harder and faster. My mouth diving and resurfacing on his dick. His fists clenched the sheets and pulled them out of the neatly tucked side of the bed.
“Arrgghh!”
His creamy, thick, white juices filled my mouth. I pulled away from him and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as I swallowed his juices. He tasted wonderful.
“Now it’s my turn.”
I grabbed his hard dick and lowered myself on it. The warm, hot cap ignited my body all over again.
“Ahhhhhnn!”
It was a pleasure as it filled me up slowly, rubbing against the walls of my pussy.
I watched him smile as he savoured the pleasure that rocked my body.
“Too much for you to take, kitten?”
I was red in the face as he spoke to me. I was in control, and as soon as his cock filled me up, I lost composure.
“It’s… Ahhhn… Not too much. I can… ahhhhhnn… take… it.”
Every movement I made on his cock was ecstasy.
I placed my hands on his chest and began to ride him slowly.
“Ahhhhhnn!”
Andre helped me as he guided my hips and moved his along with mine to fuck me deeper.
My name was on his lips with every move that I made.
I enjoyed the way he felt inside of me. I could feel my juices slushing around in me as his cock made love to me.
I slowly began to increase the tempo and the depth. A ravenous sexual hunger consumed me. I wanted more of him.
“More, Andre! More!”
Andre cuffed my hands behind me and took control. His cock thrust in and out of me, and my juices ran down my legs and soaked the both of us.
I felt my vagina contract in pleasure. I was going to cum.
“Andre, I… I…. Ahhhhhnn!”
My juices overflowed, and I threw my head back, allowing my orgasm to take over me. I felt my pussy clench tightly around his cock that was still in me.
Finally, I relaxed, but I still wanted more.
I looked at Andre with a pout and pleading eyes. I didn’t have to say much before he turned me over and arched my back, lifting my butt in the air.
His finger stroked my clitoris, and I moaned loudly.
“Fuck kitten! You just had an orgasm, and you’re still wet for me.”
“More, Andre.”
His body bent over mine, and his lips grazed my ears.
“It’s your turn to beg, kitten.”
He grabbed his cock and stroked it softly on my clit. I gripped the sheets and moaned his name. My face was a deep red. I didn’t want to beg him. I was supposed to be in charge.
“Being stubborn, are we? I think I enjoy it when you play hard to get.”
His fingers joined in the tease and made gentle circles on my clit while his cock rubbed against my vulva.
I was overwhelmed with pleasure. I didn’t want him to tease me. I wanted him to fuck me hard.
“Just beg for it, Kitten, and it will all be over.”
I could tell he was enjoying watching me struggle. My body was hot, and my toes were curling. Fuck! I couldn’t take this anymore.
“Fuck me, Andre! Please.”
He eased up on the teasing, and my body started shaking.
“Good girl. Now, you obey daddy.”
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We had gone through three rounds of sex, and I was still unsatisfied. My pussy still throbbed, and my body was still hot and begging for Andre to touch me.
“What is wrong with me?” I pondered, feeling like this was unusual.
I had never felt this insatiable before.
I was nestled on his chest and listening to his breathing.
The silence between us felt uneasy, and I stole a glance at his face. He looked disgruntled and worried, and the worry lines on his forehead took centre stage. My heart plummeted. Was he angry at me? Did I do something wrong?
I was hesitant to ask, but the silence became too much for me to bear.
“Andre, are you alright?”
I could tell that my voice had pulled him out of his train of thought, and he finally looked at me.
He didn’t smile. He ran his hands through my hair lovingly, enjoying the silky feel, but still remained silent.
“Andre? Is something bothering you?”
I looked at him in worry. My body was tense. What was he thinking about? Why did he look so solemn?
He took a deep breath.
“We need to talk, Olivia…”