Page 88 of Ice Cold Hearts

I yelp at the feel of his teeth on my skin.

“You’ve left countless marks on our shoulders over the past few months. It’s only fair that I return the favor,” Oliver teases.

I smile. “If you’re going to go mark for mark, you’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

“I do love a challenge.”

His hands slip from my hair and cup my breasts as his cock presses against my ass. I press hard into him and roll my hips as he brushes his thumbs over my hard nipples.

“Fuck,” I gasp.

“That’s right,” He murmurs in my ear. “Grind that ass into my dick like a good pet.”

I moan as he strokes and pinches my nipples.

“You’re so fucking responsive,” he breathes. “It’s one of my favorite things about you. I bet if I brushed my hands across your pussy, you’d be soaking wet for me, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

“Please, Oliver,” I beg. “Please touch me.”

My head drops back against his shoulder as his hand slides down my body.

“Perfect tits, soft stomach, and wonderfully round hips. You, Kitten, are stunning.”

Almost involuntarily, my hand drapes across my stomach, covering it.

“Most men haven’t liked it,” I say timidly.

“Most men are idiots if they pass up these perfect curves.” Oliver traces his fingers over my opening. “The next time I get the chance, I’m going to fuck you in front of a mirror so I can show you exactly how sexy you are.”

I moan as he thrusts two fingers into me.

“I almost feel bad for you. You don’t get to see yourself with your eyes half closed and dark with desire, the perfect shapes your mouth makes when you say our names, or the tantalizing way you rock your hips against us as we please you,” he murmurs in my ear.

“I need to—” My breath comes in short bursts. “Please, let me come.”

“How could I refuse when you asked so prettily, Kitten? But I need you all to myself right now, so as much as I want to hear you scream my name, I’m going to have to keep you quiet,” Oliver says, clamping his hand over my mouth.

I grind my hips against his fingers hard, needing more.

“So impatient,” he teases. “Don’t worry, I know what you like.”

He fucks me hard and fast with his fingers, the heel of his hand hitting my clit with every thrust. My orgasm rips through me, and I scream into his hand.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises.

Oliver slows his pace, rocking his fingers in and out of me. I reach back and wrap my fingers around his hard length and match his pace with my strokes. My stomach muscles clench as the orgasm slowly builds in my body. As my breath catches in my throat and my legs start to shake, he drops his hand from my mouth to my breast and pinches my nipple hard. That brief flash of pain has me coming on his fingers.

He slides his fingers out of me, and as I turn my body to kiss him, I see him lick them clean of my juices. Just like that, I'm ready to go again.

I grab the back of his neck and jerk him toward me. Our lips meet with a frenzied passion, and I moan at the taste of myself on his tongue. He grabs my ass and lifts me off the floor. My legs wrap around him as he notches himself at my entrance.

“Ready?” he asks.

I look deep into his ocean eyes. “For you? Always.”