Chapter 260 - Bumpy Ride (2/2)

He plunged harder and deeper into Olivia, eliciting a m.o.a.n from her.

Olivia sang Maxen's name praise. ”Oh my God, Max. Yes, just like that.”

Releasing Olivia's nape, Maxen bunched her hair in his hand, tugging it with slight force to arch Olivia's back. His c.h.e.s.t heaved with so much power it oozed from his skin as if it was his cologne. ”Who owns your c.u.n.t, Olivia?”

Olivia's eyes rolled to the back of her head as euphoria pooled in her belly with every punishing thrust she received from Maxen. She didn't dare respond to his question just so she could receive more of his high-octane thrusts.

A devilish smirk curved Maxen's lips. He knew what she was up to. She wanted release from her ecstasy, but he wouldn't give that to her just yet. So he slowed down his movement, every stroke of his hardened length inside her was unhurried and torturous.

Olivia panted, confused at the shift of inertia. ”Maaaax,” she pleaded, moving her h.i.p.s to her promised high, yet Maxen gripped her by the waist, limiting her movement.

”We can do this all night, baby,” Maxen warned, biting the left plane of Olivia's shoulder. ”Or, you can tell me who owns your c.u.n.t and I'll give you your reward for being a good girl.”

”You, Max. You. Now. Always. Forever.”

Olivia arched her back a little more, planting a kiss on Maxen's lips. It was then that he unleashed the monster he caged inside him all day.

A grunt escaped Olivia's lips. She could feel the bulbous head of Maxen's length hit a spot deep inside her where only he could reach. Olivia's head lulled from the sensation. Her knuckles turn white from the sheer force of her grip on the backrest of the leather seat where Maxen had bent her over.

With one last penetration, Maxen buried his length deep in Olivia's core, spilling his seeds inside her while Olivia was coming down from her high.

Once they filled their lungs with much-needed air, Beauty jumped into the boat startling them.

Back in the car, Maxen and Olivia eyed Beauty who sat majestically on the leather seat as if it was her throne. After sparing her masters a glance, Beauty ignored the two laughing fools and went back to sleep.

Olivia pressed a finger on her lips, shushing Maxen. But the cheeky prince had an agenda of his own. He grabbed Olivia by the wrist, planting her palm on the bulge hiding under his pants.