Chapter 107 - Happily Freeloading (1/2)

At exactly five in the morning, Maxen's leg jerked, reminding him to wake up. It was still dark outside, and the sun was barely peeking on the horizon.

Feeling the heat beside him, he crawled his hand on her silk pajama that he was itching to shred into pieces.

Gingerly, afraid to wake her up, he kissed her shoulders and inhaled her scent, indulging in her asleep state.

As if on automatic, Olivia's hand reached for the side of his face, feathering his ear with her fingertips.

”Mmmm,” she g.r.o.a.n.e.d when she felt his warm touch of his palm on her skin that wormed its way from her belly up to her b.r.e.a.s.t, stopping at her n.i.p.p.l.es that are now erect at his stimulation.

She smiled, amazed at how big his hand was to cover two n.i.p.p.l.es at the same time. And she also knew what's coming for her because they only had a round last night after her short meltdown. Of course, the little prince who was fondling her b.r.e.a.s.t was insatiable.

Turning to face Maxen with half-hooded eyes, a chuckle escaped her lips when it didn't take a second for him to peel off her satin top, pulling it overhead and throwing it god knows where.

Holding her wrist captive above her head, Maxen ravaged the length of her neck and peppered it with kisses.

”Good morning, my Olivia.”

”Mmmm. What's for breakfast, Max?”

”You.” He chuckled. She could feel the rumble of his c.h.e.s.t above her.

Reaching her achy b.r.e.a.s.t that heaved with d.e.s.i.r.e to be touched and worshipped, Maxen dipped his head, rolling his tongue, one pebbled n.i.p.p.l.e at a time.

Olivia's back arched from euphoria, her toes scr.a.p.ed on the sheets.

Releasing her n.i.p.p.l.e with a pop, Maxen pulled himself up and breathed in her mouth, ”God, you're so perfect, Olivia.”

Maxen dipped his head, kissing a panting mess called Olivia.

Hard. Unapologetic. Possessive.

He pulled down her silk shorts and knickers while his mouth never left hers, and rubbed two digits on her slit, spreading the moist that pooled in her core.

Settling between her legs, Maxen lowered his body and spoke between kisses, ”I want to hear you m.o.a.n my name, baby.”

Smirking, Olivia protested, her eyes locking with his flaming blue ones, ”You're so confident you can… oh my god, Max.”

Olivia palmed his c.h.e.s.t, tethering herself from drifting fast into an abyss of carnal bliss. She softly mewled with each of his punishing pumps that sent electric zaps in her body.

And with his every stroke, her walls clamped, begging for more.

”Nnngh,” Olivia stifled her m.o.a.n, her ankles locked on Maxen's back, pulling him to sink so deep in her, she'll probably feel him for the rest of the day.

Maxen saw that as his green light, picking up his thrusts into piston pace. The bed rocked and hit against the wall as Maxen withdrew and plunged over and over again in Olivia, knocking the air out of her lungs.

”Not hard enough?” Maxen asked when Olivia trained her eyes on him as if challenging him. A slow, s.e.xy smile curved on his lips as he dragged and slammed his length in her.

But it didn't take long before his smile slipped. Closing his eyes, Maxen cursed, ”Oh, f.u.c.k me.” His jaw clenched as Olivia tightened her walls, gripping his hardened length. Her warm, slick walls pushed him to his edge.

Beneath him, Olivia commanded in a shaky breath, ”Open your eyes, Max.” Her b.r.e.a.s.t deliciously bounced as Maxen showed no mercy on pounding her.