06

agnelo

I throw Olivia on the bed and quickly climb over her, I don't want to spend a second out of her, I feel her shudder slightly when I cover her body with mine and I enter her again feeling the walls tight and hot. It's getting harder and harder to stay away from her, she's beautiful and hot, the perfect combination for me. My little doll moans so gracefully that it sounds like an angel singing in my ears, or rather a little devil.

"Oh... I will..." She tries to say but she can't when the wave of pleasure takes over her flesh, I feel her vibrate and squeeze me, making it harder and harder to hold my cum.

With a few more thrusts I can't take it anymore and I come snarling like a hungry ogre. I take her lips exhausted from screaming and kiss her passionately, Olivia's mouth is too hot to be wasted by me, I want to mark every part of her skin so that she doesn't want to lie down with any man but me.

When I stop to analyze the kind of thoughts I'm having, I'm immediately berating myself. What I feel for Olivia is horny and desire, when I promised that no woman would mess with my head by making me possessive, I told the truth. I spent years complying with that, it won't be now that I want Olivia all to myself. She is free just like me, we can have sex once in a while, nothing more.

When I stop kissing her, she gets up and heads towards the bathroom again. I study her delicate naked body, she's wonderful, I keep telling myself, my cock is hard again and I want to take her again, like someone who reads thoughts, she looks at me and winks.

"Want to shower with me?" She bites her lip and smiles. Hell!

"Fuck, girl!" I growl and run to meet him in the bathroom.

After two hours of non-stop sex, we fell panting on the bedroom floor, the bathroom wasn't enough, so it was left for the other rooms in the house. My breathing is labored and the slut next to me is no different from me either, her white skin has several marks on it and her pussy is swollen and red, I think I've abused her too much for today.

She told me that I was the second man she slept with, strangely I felt good about it. She was still very tight when I fucked her the first time, I think I finished the job the first one didn't know, the asshole wasn't able to even give her pleasure. But the thought of her screwing some motherfucking brat makes me furious, so I push that out of my mind and carry Olivia in my arms towards the bathroom, tend to her and then take my shower.

Lying on the bed and already dry, I take an ointment from the drawer and carefully apply it to her small intimacy, I'm afraid of having hurt her, but she reassures me saying she's fine, which of course, I don't believe it, I know the damage that I can do on it, it's too small and I was a brute. Do what if she likes it and asks for more? But never mind, I should be careful with her.

Wait a minute, but since when am I careful with someone and afraid of hurting them? Olivia, Olivia...

I put her clothes in the washing machine and give her a fluffy robe to dress in. I wear some loose shorts and a loose shirt, and then I sit next to her on the bed, where we're finally going to talk seriously about a subject that hasn't stopped tormenting me since she spoke when I was drunk in that bar .

"Are you well?" I ask and she smiles.

"Yes and you?" Out of pure instinct I give him a kiss.

"I'm fine. Now tell me, what's this about the wedding?" I inquire considering it impossible to wait a little longer to find out about this subject.

"Oh, forget about it. It was just a drunk's words. Don't worry." She says and shrugs.

"Negative! You were desperate and asked for my help. What happened Olivia?" I ask in a hard tone and she sighs.

"My father made a deal with a man, putting me on condition that I marry him. I still don't really know about it, the only thing I know, is that I'm not marrying some crazy weirdo." She speaks and her voice sounds cold and painful.

"Does your father have some kind of mental problem?!" I exclaim and next thing I know I'm already feeling furious with his father's ridiculous idea.

"Probably..." She mutters under her breath.

"Certainly your father did this because he was involved in some illegal system. I can fix that, but I need you to accept my help, no matter what happens to your father." I speak calmly so that she trusts me.

"I don't care about my parents. You can do what you want, if only they had given me the care and affection so that I would someday have some kind of feelings, but if they are capable of selling me as an object only for them to go bankrupt, who am I to intervene that they pay for it?" Her coldness towards her parents just makes me realize how her parents were to her.

"Then you can count on me. If it's up to me, you won't marry any fucking man!" I feel some kind of adrenaline rush through my veins, my heart beats rapidly and then I hug her tightly.

"Thank you, I know I'll owe you that. In reality I don't even know what will happen to me when my father isn't there, everything I have comes from him, if he loses everything, I automatically lose everything too." She wails and lets out a sob, my heart aches for her.

"I'll see what I can do for you. I promise." I speak and stroke her hair.

"It seems like we've known each other for a long time, why are you helping me?" She asks with her hands hugging me.

"I hate injustices." I speak even knowing and not wanting to admit that deep down, there is a greater reason.

"Thank you anyway." she whispers.

Looking down at the beautiful young woman in my arms, my heart warms, I feel as strange as I've ever felt before. In a little while she'll be gone and I can already feel the longing she'll be, I know she'll be. I've never been so hooked on a woman, I thought it was just sex, but it's not. She's sweet and sweet, she's beautiful inside and out, she's amazing. She doesn't deserve to forcefully marry just any man, she deserves to fall in love and live a beautiful love story, she deserves to travel the world and meet new people. Including all of that, she also doesn't deserve that I take her body whenever I want, that I make her scream in my arms and then give her no hope if she wants to.

I'm going to help Olivia, but after that I don't want to disturb her life anymore, maybe it's in my head that she falls in love with an asshole like me, it could just be sex for her too. But to avoid any kind of inconvenience, I'm giving up here.

"It is time to go." I say and she looks at me confused.

"Can I stay a little longer?" She asks but I have to be firm in my decision.

"I think you better go." I try to be rude but fail.

"Did something happen?" His look is sad and colorless.

"No. Nothing, but you need to go. I have some things to do." She doesn't insist much and gets up.

"Where are my clothes?" Look around looking for them.

"I'll get it." I speak and walk to the dryer that gives me the clean and dry clothes.

"Thanks." She takes the clothes from my hand roughly and gets dressed. "Where's my car?" She asks and I remember leaving it at the bar.

"It's at the bar where I met you yesterday. I'll take you there." I say and take my keys from the bedside table.

"Fine, I don't feel like walking. Besides, my legs can't walk." I give her a smile but stop when I see that she is very serious.

She went the whole way without saying a word and without looking at me. She was certainly upset by the way I spoke to her, I've always been a jerk with women and it won't be now that this will affect me. Was it the best fuck of my life? He was. But it ends here, she is too special and I run the serious risk of wanting to spend much more time with her than I should.