“I don’t plan on stopping,” I assure him, because I may be drenched in sweat and practically shaking with pleasure, but it’s him that I’m focused on. My own body can wait if it’s in service to Oliver.

“Do you want me to sweet talk you? Tell you how good your tight little ass feels around my cock?” I ask in low Italian, grinning and flicking my hair back as I start to fuck him a little harder, making sure to nail the right spot each time. “Would that help?”