by April Lust
“I’m gonna give it to you, baby. I’m gonna give it you hard,” Xander promised before biting the edge of Olivia’s chin, sucking so hard that he definitely left a mark.
Oh, fuck, no, Olivia thought to herself. He’s not going to mark me without suffering the same punishment. She latched her mouth onto his collarbone, sucking hard onto the bone before pulling back and smiling at the sight of the purple mark she left behind.
“Everyone’s gonna know you’re mine,” she whispered, sliding her tongue along the vein that dropped down between his nipples.
Xander growled and pushed her forward, backing her up until she hit the couch. “No. You’re mine.”
Olivia wrapped her legs around Xander’s bare waist and reached up to yank on his pants. She groaned when they didn’t fall to the ground immediately. He was wearing a belt, so Olivia had to loop her fingers in the waistband of the pants and tug hard, groaning with impatience. “Take. These. Off.”
Xander grunted and shoved his hips forward, pushing them into her pelvis. “You want me naked?” Xander whispered, leaning down to kiss along Olivia’s face, down her forehead and cheek and over to her lips.
“Yes,” Olivia rushed to say. “I need it.”
Xander shoved his pants to the ground and stepped out of them to lay Olivia on the couch, pressing her down into the cushions. “You fucking like that? You like my cock pressing against you?”
Olivia struggled to get a hand between their bodies, slinking down to his crotch to stroke his cock over his underwear. “I’d like it more if you’d lose the boxers,” she said.
Xander shoved his boxers to his feet and pressed his bare cock against her underwear.
Olivia moaned at the feeling, sensing how much he wanted her. She glanced downwards to see what she was dealing with and inhaled shakily, trying to calm herself down. She’d never seen a bigger cock in her entire life. “You’re gonna have to prepare me first,” she whispered before dropping a gentle kiss on Xander’s lips. “I’m not ready for you yet.”
Xander growled again, and for a second Olivia worried she angered him, made him too impatient, but he pressed his mouth against hers again, softly this time, almost gently. Olivia relaxed in his arms, all her muscles going loose at the same time, but Xander was ready to catch her, his hands holding tightly onto her shoulders.
“I can’t—I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Olivia whispered, pressing her mouth lightly against his neck.
“But you are,” Xander said in a deep voice before kissing her hard. There was no turning back.
Xander scraped his teeth along her neck again, making her moan out as his fingers danced along the line of her underwear. Goddammit, she just wanted him to tug them down and shove into her already. This wait was making her crazy.
Olivia reached forward and grabbed the back of Xander’s neck, pushing their faces together to kiss him deeply, sticking her tongue into his mouth and tasting the sweet flavor of his lips. Fuck, he was so soft, secretly so fucking tender. “You’re working too slow,” she told him as she looped a thumb into her own underwear and pushed it to her knees.
“I like teasing you,” Xander said as he slipped a hand above her privates, fingers dancing along the soft, sensitive skin above her legs. “You’re so fucking cute.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Xander answered. “From the moment I saw you I wanted this.”
“Me, too,” Olivia admitted.
“Yeah?” Xander asked as his fingers drifted lower, slipping between her lower lips. “You wanted my fucking cock?”
Olivia groaned, her back arching, pushing her breasts up against his chest. “Yes,” she said, practically slurring. “Please. Do it.”
“How do you want it?” Xander said before biting down on her shoulder.
Olivia squealed loudly enough for the first floor to hear. “Any way,” Olivia said breathlessly as she grinded herself against Xander, gasping at the feeling of his cock against her pussy. “Please, just take me.”
Xander’s fingers moved south, down between her legs, tracing over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs first, then moving to the outer lips of her vulva, his fingers dancing along the little hairs that lined her skin.
Olivia spread her legs apart, trying to give him greater access, and Xander lurched forward at the opportunity, his hand firmly pressing against her pussy. “You like that?” he prompted.
“Yes,” Olivia said while nodding, pushing her legs farther apart. “Please.”
Xander’s hand slipped lower, down to Olivia’s hole, slipping in her wetness and sticking the tip of his thumb inside of her, making her squeal out embarrassingly loudly. “You fuckin’ like that, baby?” Xander grunted out as his thumb dipped in deeper.
“Ah!” Olivia cried out under her breath. “Fuck, Jesus, dammit.”
“Nasty girl,” Xander taunted her as his thumb slipped all the way inside and started making tiny little circles, brushing up against countless sensitive spots inside of her.
“I am. I’m so nasty,” Olivia admitted, pressing her feet hard against Xander’s back.
“Yeah,” Xander agreed, his other fingers brushing up against her clit to the rhythm he’d set with his thumb. “You’re so fucking dirty, fucking me like this. Letting me do whatever I want. Isn’t that right, baby?”
Olivia nodded her head quickly, otherwise lost for words as she gasped for air. Her hands found their way to Xander’s pecs, squeezing the muscle hard before digging in with her nails. Xander grunted out and shoved his thumb in deeper, moving it around in faster circles.
“You’re so fucking bad. So dirty,” he said, pulling his thumb out of her a moment later. Olivia gave a choked-off whine in response, unhappy with the empty feeling she was left with, but a second later Xander’s gloriously long fingers slipped down to her hole again and started playing with the outside.
“Do it. Please,” Olivia begged, her voice almost a whine.
“Well since you asked so sweetly, I’ll be nice,” Xander said before shoving two fingers inside, deep and hard. He began fucking her with little warning, pushing them in and out and in and out, over and over again until her legs started to shake.
“I’m…Thank you,” she moaned, reaching a hand up to fluff up his hair.
Xander laughed and moved his fingers faster and faster. “Such a sweet little nasty girl. Such a bad officer. You ever been fucked by a criminal?”
Olivia shook her head quickly, just as she arched her back to press her hips up closer to his thrusting hand.
He added a third finger inside of her, stretching her apart so wide she thought she was going to burst. Fuck, it was so deep. He moved his fingertips in fast circles again, making her cry out like a hungry wolf. She needed it.
“Yeah, that’s it, get wet for me, baby,” Xander grunted, leaning forward to lick along the sides of her pussy. “Taste so fucking good. So sweet. Such a sweet dirty girl.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” She loved being manhandled like this, treated like a ragdoll that he had the power to play with however he wanted. She knew she would do anything he said. He had complete power over her, and that made her feel like she was on fire.
“You ready for it?” Xander asked, his fingers slowing down inside of her.
Olivia didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want him to stop touching her for a single second, but at the same time she needed him inside of her, needed to feel his weight on top of her. “Y-yes,” she stuttered out.
Xander growled and leaned forward again to kiss her, his tongue wetly sliding against her mouth before slipping inside. After a minute, he pulled back and stepped away from her, keeping his fingers inside her while he bent to the floor to fish something out of his pants pocket.
A second later he pulled out of her to put a condom on his cock, quickly stroking his dick up and down, leaning on top of her body and pressing his covered cock between her legs. “You’re gonna get me wet, baby?”
Olivia nodded, grabbing onto his
arms and squeezing the firm muscles. “You’re so…” She trailed off, unsure of what she wanted to say. Usually she was so talkative and dominant in bed, making men into her sexual servants that did whatever she wanted. But Xander was so different. So tough, so strong, so sure of his body. She just wanted him to claim her.
“So fucking sweet.” His cock aligned with her pussy and he bore down, sinking the tip inside of her wetness. “Jesus,” he grunted.
“You…you like that?” Olivia panted, nails digging into the skin of Xander’s arms for traction as she pushed up on his dick, wanting him to spread her open.
“You got such a sweet tight pussy,” Xander whispered, his eyes falling shut as he pushed another inch of his cock in. “’So fucking tight. Goddammit.” Out of nowhere, he shoved all his cock inside and began hammering away at her hips, pushing in and out and in and out so fast the couch started shaking beneath them. “Fuck!” Xander yelled, picking up the pace and causing the couch to rock back and forth, banging on the wooden floor.
Olivia felt like she was being split open. Her pussy had never taken this much cock in her entire life. He was hitting sensitive spots inside of her that she’d never even known about, making her squeal pathetically with every push inside. She pounded her fists on his shoulders, but she wasn’t sure if she was asking him to slow down or give her more. Olivia was so overwhelmed; it was like every nerve in her body was screaming in pleasure and pain.
Xander kept pounding her, more and more smoothly with every thrust. Meanwhile his hand pressed down on her clit, applying the same level of pressure that he was giving her with his cock.
Her clit was burning up, getting hotter with every push of his cock and every flick of his fingers. Olivia felt like it was vibrating, tiny little waves at first that grew wider with every passing second, spreading down to her pussy, then out to her legs and hips and finally down her legs and feet and toes and up to her arms and hands and fingers. Her entire body shook like a flimsy piece of paper. All she could do was grab on tighter to Xander’s body.
“I’ve never—” Xander grunted in between thrusts, “—had somebody…so fucking tight before. Mmm. Never. Fuck. Shit.”
Olivia groaned loudly, turning her head to bite at Xander’s free hand, sucking his fingers into her mouth to stop the noises that she desperately wanted to scream. Xander took the hint and began fucking her mouth with his fingers, moving both hands to the same rhythm while his cock gained even more speed and started moving the couch back a few inches with every push. Fuck, he’s so powerful, Olivia thought, her mouth sucking harder on his skin as if she could absorb his strength through his sweat.
Suddenly, Xander pulled out and yanked his hands away, but before Olivia could protest he grabbed her feet and put them on his shoulders before sinking back inside of her. “Oh!” Olivia cried out before Xander’s fingers returned to her mouth. He was even deeper now, hitting a new angle.
“Yeah, you like that?” Xander said, his hand speeding up on her clit.
Olivia just nodded, but Xander shoved in hard and came to a stop, staring down at her. “Answer me,” he demanded.
“Yes,” she moaned in between licks of his fingertips. “Yes, I love it. I fucking love it.”
“You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?” Xander said as he restarted his rhythm. Olivia nodded again, which was good enough for him this time. “You’re my bad girl?”
“Yes,” Olivia whispered, biting down on his fingers and making Xander hiss in response.
His hand started flying over her clit, pushing it up and down as quickly as he was shoving his cock inside her. “Come on, baby. Come on, you bad girl. You nasty little girl,” Xander said in a low voice, his thumb rotating her clit in mercilessly fast circles.
Olivia cried out and arched her back almost painfully, legs shaking like they were being moved by the force of an earthquake.
“Come on!” Xander yelled, his fingers moving faster. He pivoted his hips so he hit that perfect, blazing spot inside of her, making Olivia scream.
“Ahh! Ahh, ohhh, fuuuuuck!” she wailed, body completely frozen as he slammed into her at the perfect angle.
“Come on, come on,” Xander encouraged her, bouncing his cock inside of her on top of that spot. “Do it for me, baby.”
Olivia’s whole torso contorted, bending impossibly as she moaned and cried out like she was being tortured. She was building between her legs, higher and hotter with every half-second that went by. Goddammit, she was going to explode, she was going to burst apart into a thousand pieces, it was too much, it was too big, it was so fucking huge, this feeling between her thighs. She didn’t know if she was strong enough to contain it.
“Do it,” Xander demanded, slapping his hips against hers. “Fucking do it.”
Olivia screamed, slapping the side of Xander’s body as she reached desperately for something to hold onto. And then…
She yelled, her eyes screwing shut as the sensation between her legs reached its peak, sending her over the edge, the explosion in her pussy pulsing like a second heart. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whined as she came down, her heartbeat pounding in her pussy.
“My turn,” Xander growled, shoving in harder and grabbing onto her hips with both hands. He shoved her whole body back and forth, moving her along his cock. Olivia whined through it, every nerve in her body utterly exhausted, but she pushed back as hard as she could in her drained state.
Xander started roaring like an animal, his entire face screwed up in concentration as he pushed in harder than before, roughly fucking her as he chased his orgasm. Olivia’s hips were bouncing back and forth in between the couch and Xander’s hips so fast she was sure she was going to bruise, but she couldn’t bring herself to care, not when Xander was moaning like he was on the verge of death, like only her body could save him.
Olivia stretched her arm out and grabbed his ass, squeezing as hard as she could to encourage him. “Come on, baby. Come on, baby,” she whispered.
“Goddammit!” Xander yelled, slapping the side of her hips. He shoved inside one, two, three, four, five more times before pulling back and then launching his cock forward, as deep as it could go, pulsing inside of her. A second later, Xander collapsed on top of her, his entire body limp and still. “Fuck,” he moaned under his breath.
Underneath him, Olivia panted furiously, trying to get some air into her lungs. Goddammit, she felt like she was trapped underwater, but she never wanted to surface again. She wanted to feel like this, on the edge between life and the thick black void that lies beyond it, forever. “I think—” she started to say, but she had to lick her lips to raise her voice above a squeaky whisper. “I think I’m ready for that drink now,” she said.
Xander turned his head, nuzzling it into her neck. “Okay, just give me one sec,” he whispered.
“I can get it myself,” Olivia said.
Xander shook his head and rubbed his hand up and down the length of her torso, soothing the sore spots where he’d lightly slapped her. “No. You’re not going anywhere.”
Olivia smiled to herself and petted the back of Xander’s hair, running her fingers through the sweaty mess of tangles that formed after their fuck session. “That was…”
“Fucking awesome,” Xander supplied, muttering into her neck. He lightly bit down on her skin, making her whine lowly.
She felt warm in her chest, almost fuzzy despite the thick ache in her muscles. She felt so wrung-out, so completely demolished, but it felt good. It felt nice, being a blob of a person melting into the couch with a huge sweaty man on top of her.
“All right,” he whispered hoarsely after another minute. “I’ll get your drink. You stay put.”
Olivia complied without saying anything, letting him get up and slowly walk over to the fridge to pull out two beers.
She bent at her waist to sit up, feeling a numb pain in her back as the result of their activities. Well, that’s going to hurt in the morning, she thought to herself. But so worth it.
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sp; Xander opened the two beers on his way back over to the couch and sat down next to her, handing her the drink without saying a word.
It was a bit too hoppy for her tastes, thick and musky. She usually drank wine or vodka tonics, maybe gin if she was feeling a bit adventurous. Olivia took a few deep sips. She could get used to it.
“Well, damn,” Xander said in between long drags of his beer.
“Yeah,” Olivia agreed with a laugh. “Damn, indeed.”
“Have you really never done that before?” Xander asked. When Olivia turned her head to look at him, he was staring at the floor. There was something vulnerable about the way he said it that made her stare at him intently until he looked directly at her.
“Yeah,” she finally said. “Yeah, I’ve never done that before. Never with a client or a parolee or anything like that.” She tried to say it as casually as possible.