When Oliver’s cock is filling me up once again, I let out a sharp cry and arch my back, tossing my arms up over my head as I stare up at Oliver’s face. His big hands are digging into my thighs, pulling me back onto his cock as the muscles in his arms and chest shift with the effort, and it’s stunning. I can’t believe that I get to have this night after night.

“Yeah,” I pant out, pushing up onto one elbow so I can reach out and put a hand on his arm. My ring sparkles in the dim light and I smile up at him, hair spilling into my face. “This is what I want and I want it forever.”

The angle changes so that he strikes my prostate and I shout, gripping at his arm and curling my toes as my body goes tense. I try to hold back, desperate for just a few more seconds, but I come with a cry of his name, hips jerking as I fall back against the bed and shoot across my belly, all the way up to my chest. “Oliver.”