Chapter 261 - Power Over Him (1/2)

Busy streets soon turned into lines of palm trees as the envoy sn.a.k.e.d along the highway which led to Notios Estate.

The sun glowed orange, and the ocean sparkled like glitter dust beneath it. However, no matter how picturesque the view was, to Maxen, nothing compared to the image of her kneeling in between his t.h.i.g.hs.

By the time Olivia freed Maxen's c.o.c.k from the confines of his underpants, he was already thick and hard.

Wrapping her mouth around his erection, Olivia s.u.c.k.e.d with much eagerness, enough to make her cheeks hollow.

She could feel his pulse against her tongue. On top of that, his p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e-filled sighs thrilled Olivia.

The thought of bringing Maxen to his release sent a buzzing feeling under her skin.

For a split second, their gazes met, and Olivia released his c.o.c.k with a pop. As if hypnotized, Maxen bent ever so slightly and seized Olivia's face with his hand, planting his lips on hers.

His tongue delved inside her mouth, stroking against her tongue, and Olivia mewled in response.

Their kiss deepened, and with every swirl of his tongue against hers, she felt the same sensation between her legs.

To say her position was uncomfortable was an understatement. Olivia was kneeling in the backseat cabin, and it felt cramped. But she had a show to finish, and the reward at the end was all that mattered to her.

She wanted him to fall and come apart, weakened and spent under her hands the same way he loved doing to her whenever they made love.

Bunching Olivia's hair with his hand in a ponytail, Maxen tugged it backwards, breaking their kiss.

He wanted to kiss her more, but they were almost near their destination and he didn't want to step out of the car with a bulging erection under his pants.

So he gently guided her back, feeding her mouth with his length. He felt omnipotent seeing his wife's mouth stuffed with his c.o.c.k and hearing her tiny choking sounds as she took him deeper until its tip hit the back of her throat.

Air knocked out of Maxen's lungs. His eyes burned with carnal d.e.s.i.r.e as he watched Olivia's ruby red lips wrap around the girth of his thickness whilst her hand tightly fisted on his shaft.

”Yes, baby,” he breathed out. His c.h.e.s.t heaved and his breathing seemed to shorten with Olivia's every stroke.

Maxen gritted his teeth as p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e consumed him everytime Olivia's tongue travelled from the tip of his c.o.c.k down to the base and then back up again at an intermittent pace like waves lapping on the shore. ”F.u.c.k. That feels incredible, baby.”

Maxen rested his head on the backrest of the coffee-colored leather seat, and his eyes closed as his face tipped up to the ceiling. Veins adorned the length of his neck, a testament that he was on the verge of losing his control.

”Olivia. Olivia. Olivia,” Maxen chanted his wife's name in exaltation when she flattened her tongue against the skin of his c.o.c.k, then swirling it as she reached the bulbous head of his erection.

Maxen's eyes popped wide-open, and his hand tensed and tightened on her hair. Without a word of notice, his h.i.p.s jerked upwards, f.u.c.k.i.n.g Olivia's face with his hardened length.

He felt her nails digging on his t.h.i.g.hs at his forceful penetration, but Maxen didn't stop. He didn't pause. He wasn't even sorry.

He looked Olivia straight into the eye, and his eyes, clear as the blue sky, darkened with l.u.s.t and burned with d.e.s.i.r.e as he drank in the image before him.

Olivia Lin, a woman with so much power at the tip of her hands, was on her knees between his spread t.h.i.g.hs.

She was breathing through her nose and a tear pooled in the corners of her eyes as she welcomed with enthusiasm his every rabid thrust.

One. Two. Three more pumps. Olivia gagged yet she took all of Maxen's thick and throbbing length. Her saliving dripped down the corner of her mouth, soaking her shirt wet as Maxen seesawed his c.o.c.k.

Suddenly, she felt a weight grow heavy between her t.h.i.g.hs, she had to clench it together as though if she wouldn't, juice would stream down to her knees.

Olivia braced herself. She could feel it. She could feel her body heat at the onslaught of Maxen's domination of her being.

”Touch yourself, baby,” Maxen coaxed. With that, Olivia slipped her hand under her shirt and pinched her pebbled n.i.p.p.l.e.

It felt wrong and dirty. Olivia didn't want to come just by touching her b.r.e.a.s.t, but she couldn't deny it.

Jolts of electricity coursed through her vein, pooling in her belly with every pinch and tug of her hardened buds.

Her eyes closed. She rolled her pebbled n.i.p.p.l.e between her fingers, and her t.h.i.g.hs shook as a wave of o.r.g.a.s.m hit her whilst Maxen assaulted her mouth.

Surrendering herself to Maxen as she came down from her high, she finally heard him grunt his release. But what gave her the satisfaction was the sensation of his c.u.m coating her mouth and throat.

Maxen's Adam's apple bobbed. He pinched Olivia's chin, angling it up so he could see her swallow down every single drop of his c.u.m.