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    Olivia

    “Enough,” he said suddenly, pulling me up his body. “I want to be inside you when Ie.”

    He reached for his discarded shorts, extracting a condom from the pocket, I raised an eyebrow.

    “You came prepared.”

    “Always.” He tore the packet open with his teeth, rolling the condom over his length with practiced ease.

    I straddled him, positioning myself above his cock. He gripped my hips, holding me just out of reach.

    “Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice rough.

    “I want you inside me,” I said, trying to lower myself onto him.

    His grip tightened, preventing me from moving. “Be specific.”

    I narrowed my eyes at him. “I want your cock inside my pussy. Now.”

    A satisfied smirk crossed his face. “Good girl.”

    He rxed his grip, allowing me to sink down onto him. I gasped as he filled mepletely, stretching me in the most delicious way.

    “Fuck, you’re so big,” I breathed, adjusting to his size.

    “And you’re so fucking tight,” he growled, his fingers digging into my hips. “Move.”

    I began to ride him, setting a slow pace at first, enjoying the drag of his cock against my inner walls. Alexander’s hands moved up to cup my breasts, kneading them roughly before pinching my nipples between his fingers.

    “You like that?” he asked as I moaned.

    “Yes,” I gasped, increasing my pace. “God, yes.”

    He sat up suddenly, wrapping an arm around my waist while his other hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat. His mouthtched onto imy /ineck, sucking hard enough to leave marks.

    “Faster,” hemanded against my skin.

    I bounced on his cock, my breasts jiggling with each movement. The new angle hit something deep inside me that had me seeing stars.

    “Right there!” I cried iout/i.

    Alexander’s hand came down hard on my ass, the sharp sting adding to my pleasure. “You like it when I spank this perfect ass?”

    “Yes,” I moaned, grinding down harder.

    He spanked me again, harder this time. “Say it.”

    “I like it when you spank me,” I gasped, my inner walls clenching around him.

    “Fucking right you do.” He delivered another’p, this one leaving a handprint I was sure. “You’re taking my cock so well. bSuch /bba /bgood girl.”

    His praise sent an unexpected thrill through me. I increased my pace, chasing my release.

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    “That’s it,” he encouraged, his handing around to circle my clit. “Ride my cock. Show me how much you want it.”

    The dual stimtion of his cock inside me and his fingers on my clit had me racing toward the edge. My thighs began to tremble with the effort of

    maintaining the pace.

    “I’m close,” I warned, my movements bing erratic.

    “Not yet,” Alexander growled, suddenly flipping our positions so I was beneath him. “Not until I say so.”

    He hooked my legs over his shoulders, folding me nearly in half as he began to pound into me. The new angle allowed him to hit spots that had me seeing stars.

    “Oh god, Alex!” I cried out, clutching at his shoulders.

    “You feel so fucking good,” he grunted, his pace relentless. “So tight around my cock.”

    I could feel my orgasm building, pressure coiling tighter and tighter in my core. “Please, Alex, I need toe!”

    “Not yet.” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust. “Look at me.”

    I forced my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze.

    “I want to see your face when you fall apart,” he said, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. “When youe on my cock.”

    His thumb found my clit again, circling it with firm pressure. “Now, Liv. Come for me now.”

    Themand,bined with the relentless stimtion, pushed me over the edge. My back arched off the nket as waves of pleasure crashed through me, my i

    y inner walls mping down on his cock.

    “Fuck yes,” Alexander growled, his rhythm faltering as my pussy pulsed around him. “That’s it. Milk my cock with that tight pussy.”

    He continued to thrust through my orgasm, prolonging it until I was gasping and trembling beneath him. Only then did he allow himself to follow, his cock pulsing inside me as he came with a hoarse shout of my name.

    Alexander copsed on top of me, his weight pinning me to the nket. For a moment, wey there, breathing heavily, our bodies slick with sweat despite the mountain breeze.

    “Holy shit,” I finally managed, when I could form words again.

    Alexander chuckled against my neck. “I’ll take that as apliment.”

    He rolled off me, disposing of the condom in a small bag from the pic basket before pulling me against his side. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat gradually slow.

    “The helicopter’s going to be back soon,” I said after a while, making no move to get up.

    “Mmm.” Alexander’s fingers tracedzy patterns ion /imy bare shoulder. “We should probably get dressed.”

    “Probably,” I agreed, still inot /imoving.

    Finally, with a reluctant sigh, I sat up and reached for my scattered clothes. Alexander watched me dress, ba /bsatisfied smirk on his face.

    “What?” I asked, pulling my tank top over my head.

    “Just admiring the view.”

    I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help the pleased flush that spread across my cheeks. “Smooth talker.”

    Once we were both dressed, Alexander repacked the pic basket while I shook out the nket. bWe /bbsettled /bbon /bba /bbrocky /bboutcropping /bbto /bbwait /bbfor /bbthe /b

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    helicopter; the stunning panorama spread before us.

    “This has been…” I searched for the right word.

    “Amazing?” Alexander suggested. “Mind–blowing? The best honeymoon ever?”

    He draped an arm around me, pulling me closer. “We’ll head back to LA tomorrow. You okay with that?”

    “I guess real life has to resume sometime,” I sighed. “Though I could get used to this.”

    “The ind?”

    “The freedom,” I rified. “No meetings, no deadlines, no office politics.”

    “Speaking of which,” Alexander said, his tone shifting slightly, “you should probably start packing your apartment when we get back.”

    I blinked at the sudden change of topic. “My apartment?”

    “You’ll be moving into the estate, of course. As my wife.”

    “Right. Of course. When do you want me to move in?”

    “Immediately. I’ll have movers take care of everything while we’re at work.”

    “I can pack my own stuff,” I protested.

    Alexander arched an eyebrow. “You have better things to do with your time.”

    “Like what?”