Chapter 34 - Prized Possession (1/2)
[Author wrote this chapter while listening to Shaed's song titled Trampoline. You can listen to it for a premium reading experience.]
Trailing kisses from her shoulders up to her neck, Maxen found Olivia's sweet spot when she arched her back and gasped for air, her mouth formed like a perfect 'O'. And like a kid rewarded for his hard work, Maxen licked his prized candy—the skin behind Olivia's earlobe—while enjoying the piercing pain of her claws digging on his muscled back.
Maxen lifted his face and locked gazes with Olivia. The surrounding air cracked like fireworks; intense and explosive.
Breathing labored pants through his half open mouth, he pressed his thumb on her bottom lip, lightly tugging it down to reveal a peep of her pearly whites. And as if Maxen pushed Olivia's carnal button, he saw her eyes flickered with mischievousness right before she lifted her head and bit his thumb. He rolled his lips and watch in bathed breath as she closed her eyes and s.u.c.k.l.e.d it like a good girl before releasing it with a pop.
”F*ck.” Maxen cursed, releasing with it his inner beast as he pressed himself down on Olivia, kissing her like a wild man; nipping and s.u.c.k.i.n.g her lips before pushing his tongue in, dancing with hers as he pressed his erection on her pencil skirt. Olivia m.o.a.n.e.d in between kisses, her pink slit below clenched tight, drenching in its own juices with how demanding and intoxicating Maxen's kisses were.
Oh. Good. Lord. She fought back and bit his lips when she felt herself doused in arousal. Her drought thankfully quenched and they haven't gotten to the best part yet.
He wiped the corner of his lip as he pulled away from their kiss and hooked his finger on the strap of Olivia's top and said, ”Do you know… I've been dying to pull this strap all night.” And as if it was her cue, Olivia pushed Maxen with her fingertips and stood on one leg while the other kneeled in between Maxen's t.h.i.g.hs.
He watched with fervor and l.u.s.t as he leaned on the couch, his head supported by his forearm which rested on top of the couch's rest. A s.e.xy smile slowly tugged on his lips as he watched in appreciation and burn how Olivia slowly lifted her top revealing her cupped b.r.e.a.s.ts with a strapless white bra. Maxen raked his eyes up and down, drinking in every curve on Olivia's body whose skin sparkled like glitter dust under the glow of the crystal chandelier.
The sight of Olivia's t.i.t.s that jiggle deliciously drove him mad with need for her body that he stretched his legs and unbuckled his belt. He opened his fly and slid his hand inside his pants to pull out his thick erection and stroked himself making Olivia smirk, amused at how Maxen looked like a horny teenager watching his first ever p.o.r.n. And so the show must go on, twisting her hip towards his face, Maxen extended an arm and did the honor of unzipping her skirt, pooling it on the floor.
When all that was left were her matching white lingerie, Olivia straddled herself on Maxen's l.a.p, her hands planted on the couch's rest. She swiped her index finger over the pre-c.u.m that glistened on the tip of Maxen's c.o.c.k, bringing it to her mouth and tasting it.
Her naughty little action made Maxen took a sharp breath and tightened his hold on her waist. And while the two smiled sweetly to each other, their eyes mirrored a raging intensity of libido.
”Anything else you want to remove, Max?” Olivia coyly asked grasping his free hand and guiding it to her back. He peeled himself away from the couch and planted a soft kiss on Olivia's lips as he unclasped the hook of her strapless bra with one hand like the pro that he was. He leaned back and worshipped his prized possession, his eyes darted from her eyes down to her c.h.e.s.t. Olivia held his hands with hers and let him cup her warm b.r.e.a.s.t that fit perfectly in his hands.
As if hypnotized by her hardened n.i.p.p.l.es, the urge to milk it made Maxen peel away yet again from the couch, his hand supported Olivia's peach a.s.s as he grazed his teeth from the side of her b.r.e.a.s.t to her n.i.p.p.l.e before darting out his tongue playfully fl.i.c.k.i.n.g it up, down, and around, popping it in his mouth and s.u.c.k.i.n.g it as if he was pulling a cherry out of its stem.
”Aaaaaah,” Olivia dropped her head back, her legs clasped tighter on Maxen's l.a.p. She grabbed a handful of his hair when he dragged his tongue across to the lonely pair of cherry that waited for his salvation. Coming down from her high, he pushed Maxen back on the sofa and tried to yank his bow tie but it sadly refused to cooperate.
Olivia hissed when she couldn't untie the damn thing and eagerly moved her hands down to his shirt's buttons instead earning her a chuckle from Maxen. ”You're keeping that bow tie on. You're God's gift to the ladies anyway, Your Highness.”
In a beat, a smug lopsided smile painted her face at the breathing sculpture pinned under her.
She stripped him off his dress shirt and traced her fingers on Maxen's toned c.h.e.s.t.
RIIIIP!
”What the heck?” Olivia gasped when the loud ripping of her thong reverberated in the living room.
”You won't be needing that, baby. I'll go buy a whole store tomorrow so I can rip one out each night,” Maxen said, pushing her up and tugging the ripped thong away from her. He cupped her mound and slid his finger in her damp pink slit to wet his digits and inserted it inside her. One. Two Fingers. In and out in slow tortuous movements. He lunged to her c.h.e.s.t and breathed up on her neck as he plants more kisses on her body, owning every inch of her skin.