CHAPTER 215: CHAPTER 215

Olivia’s POV

The kiss was hot, desperate, making every nerve ending in my body light up like fireworks.

For a moment, I let myself get lost in it. Let myself forget about Maxwell in the next room, about Gabriel and our fake dating arrangement, about all the complications and lies and confusion.

But then reality came crashing back.

No. This is wrong. Everything about this is wrong.

I pulled back, breaking the kiss, my hands pressing against his chest to create distance between us.

"Stop," I gasped, my voice shaking. "We have to stop."

"Why?" His voice sounded raw with need. "Olivia, please..."

"Because I’m dating someone now. I’m with someone. I can’t do this."

He went completely still, his hands frozen where they’d been moving along my sides.

"You’re serious."

"Yes. I’m seeing someone," I repeated, trying to steady my breathing. "It’s new, but it’s... it’s real. And I can’t... I won’t cheat on him. That’s not who I am."

"No." He said sharply. "You’re not with anyone. You’re mine."

"I’m not yours!" I tried to push him away, but he held on to me. "You left me! You disappeared! After everything we shared, after all those gifts and moments, you just vanished like I meant nothing!"

"That’s not..."

"You didn’t check on me. Do you know what I’ve been going through! I even went to the club, expecting to see you there, but you didn’t come. You abandoned me. So don’t come back now and act like you have some claim on me!"

"Olivia, please, just listen..."

"No, YOU listen!" My voice was rising. "I’ve moved on. I’m with someone who actually wants to be with me. Someone who doesn’t hide behind masks and voice modulators and..."

"But this thing with Gabriel isn’t even real. How can you move on that quickly?"

"Oh... you already know who it is?"

"Of course I do." he said, "I know I left, Olivia, but I’ve always been by your side."

"We just started yesterday. How did you..."

"It doesn’t matter." He leaned in closer, and I could feel his breath hot against my face even through the mask. "What matters is that what you have with Gabriel isn’t real. You know it isn’t real."

My heart stopped. "What are you talking about?"

"You’re using him," he said flatly. "Using him to make me jealous. Don’t pretend this is some grand romance when we both know it’s a game."

How does he know that? How could he possibly...

"It’s real," I said, my voice shaking with anger and confusion. "it’s very real okay. He wants me, and I want him too."

"Gabriel doesn’t want you, my love. But I do." His hands came up to frame my face, caressing my cheeks gently.

I felt my resolve crumbling, "I’m tired of hearing the same thing every time." The words came out as almost a sob. "Please. Just go."

He didn’t move. Just stayed there, his masked face inches from mine, his breathing heavy and uneven.

"I can’t," he said finally. "I can’t leave you. Please..." He stopped, his voice breaking. "Please don’t ask me to leave. I’ll do anything else. Anything. But don’t make me leave."

The desperation in his voice cracked something open inside my chest. Something raw that bothered on the fact that I’ve always wanted someone to love me this way. To stay back even when I kept pushing him away.

So when he leaned in, and started pulling down my nightgown, I didn’t say a word or pushed him away. When he put his mouth on mine again, I embraced him wholeheartedly.

He groaned - a deep rumble in his chest that whispered to all of the deep, dark places within me. He rolled on top of me, pinning me down beneath him. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I felt his rock hard cock pressed against me.

His mouth was all over me, kissing me passionately. His tongue danced with mine, before trailing down to the slopes of my breasts which I hadn’t noticed was completely bare. He latched onto my nipples, sucking on them greedily until they hardened so much that they began to hurt. I moaned softly as he soothed them with his tongue, blowing soft puffs of air across them. His lips and tongue slithered down my abdomen, licking my belly button, before finally dipping down to where I desired him the most.

He lapped at my cunt with feather-light strokes, which had me shaking with desire. His fingers slid through my folds, parting me for the agonizingly slow slide of his tongue. He licked and nibbled at my tender flesh, his tongue darting all around, lighting up every nerve endings, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more.

I twisted and writhed underneath him, arching into his mouth, desperate for more contact but he grabbed my hips, holding me firmly in place as he continued his slow, laborious exploration. He flicked his tongue against my throbbing nub, using only the slightest of pressure, and I felt myself teetering on the brink of an orgasm, close but yet so far away.

Just when my orgasm was about to hit, he stopped, and looked up at me with a wry smile. Then he came up and kissed me senseless, I moaned into his mouth, careful to keep my voice low.

He kept kissing me hungrily, his fingers tracing my naked thighs until they dipped into my sweet spot.

I let out a trembling moan, as I felt the build up approaching again. He left my mouth, and went down on my pussy again, burying his face in my sloppy cunt, sucking up my clit between his teeth and pummeling the tip with his tongue as I bucked and squirmed beneath him.

I suddenly became overwhelmed by the sensation of needing to pee and in that next instant, a steady stream of fluid, not urine but ejaculate, erupted out of me like a fountain as my moans filled the room. I squirted all over the place, much of it hitting him square in the face as it dripped down. He lapped it up greedily, licking his lips and wiping his face off with his hands before licking each finger clean.

I squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed by the endless pleasure he was giving me.

"Look at me," he commanded. I opened my eyes and found myself staring at his masked face, I tried to look into his eyes, but his hooded mask didn’t let me. Then he was inside of me in seconds, fucking me in slow, rhythmic strokes.

"Yeah," he groaned. "Oh, Livy... You feel so good.." He sighed and dipped down to kiss me on the lips. It was a lingering kiss, driving me wild, as he savored every moment, every taste, every sensation.

"I love the expression on your face when you cum... the sounds you make just for me. You’re so fucking beautiful... so damned sexy. I have to have you...to claim you...make you mine..."

"Oh fuck..." I moaned, as each smooth thrust threatened to burn me in a sizzling inferno of pleasure. I gripped his biceps, digging my nails in hard, urging him on as he growled in response.

"You’ve got a perfect body, you know that?" he said, dipping down to kiss me again. "Beautiful hair, pretty face, curves in all the right places...I love your tits...so perky with these diamond hard nipples just begging to be sucked and licked." He bent down and ran his tongue over my erect nipple, teasing it for a few seconds before giving his attention to its twin.

I screamed out in ecstasy, cursing loudly as I ran my nails down his back.

"It’s too much..." I moaned, as I arched my back off the bed, trying to meet him halfway.

"It’s never too much." He hummed, as he continued pounding into me with measured strokes.

I couldn’t think straight. His sweet words, combined with his long, powerful strokes, was driving me fucking insane! I couldn’t believe it but I felt my body coiling up again, desperate for a release.

At this point, I knew Maxwell was bound to hear me, and I honestly didn’t give a fuck.

My stranger licked my ear and whispered, his warm breath fanning her face. "Cum for me Livy..."

And then I was exploding for the second time!

Hard.

I screamed out, my voice ragged and hoarse as my orgasm pulsed through me all the way down to my pointed toes. Fuck! I was jelly, I couldn’t talk, couldn’t move, all I could do was lay there, staring up at this unknown man in disbelief as my cunt tingled and throbbed uncontrollably.

But he wasn’t done yet.

He flipped me over, his dick leaving my pussy with a wet slurp. And just as I was about to prepare myself for another penetration, he surged inside me with one smooth thrust.

I buried my mouth in the pillow, screaming into it. My whole body was trembling, trying to contain the pleasure coursing through every part of my body.

He was fucking me hard but steadily, pacing himselt to go for the long haul and I wondered how much more my body could take.

"Fuck!" he groaned.

He gripped my hips tighter, his fingers digging into my skin, as he thrust balls deep inside of me. The pleasure must have been too intense for him because suddenly he stilled.

I turned around to know why he stopped, and I saw him clenching his jaw, gritting his teeth in concentration.

That was when I knew he was fighting his own orgasm, determined to make me climax multiple times before relieving himself. He eased out and lightly stroked himself, placing soft kisses along my back before starting again.