His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 32

OLIVE’s POV

The slap echoed through the garage and I screamed, the sting mixing with pleasure, making me clench even harder around him.

“You like that?” He did it again, other cheek this time. “Like it when I mark this ass? When I make sure you feel me tomorrow?”

“Yes-god, yes-

Another slap harder, and I was coming again, my knees buckling. But he held me up, one arm wrapped around my waist, the other still gripping my hip as he fucked me through my orgasm.

Never stopping and I kept screaming and he kept pounding through me, with smacks from his hands which made everything even more feral.

“That’s three,” he groaned. “Think you can give me another?” He whispered as he kept pounding

“I can’t-” My voice was completely wrecked. “Zane, I can’t—”

“You can.” He reached around, fingers finding my oversensitive it. “Be a good girl and give me one more.”

“It’s too much-”

“Your body doesn’t think so.” His fingers circled, pressed. “Feel how wet you are? How you’re still squeezing my cock? You want this. You need this.”

I was sobbing now, overwhelmed, my whole body shaking. But he kept going, kept touching me, kept fucking me, and somehow-impossibly-I felt it building again. Because my body still wanted him, my mind wanted to feel how good his cock felt right inside me.

“That’s it,” he groaned in my ear. “Feel that? Your body knows who it belongs to.”

“Zane-please-fuck… Harder… Fuck me…Harder…”

“Come.” He pinched my clit and thrust deep. “Come for me right fucking now.”

His words vibrated through my body, like on command and I broke. Shattered completely. My fourth orgasm tore through me so hard I screamed myself hoarse, my whole body convulsing, and I felt him groan, felt him pulse inside me as he came hard, filling me up, shooting his cum right inside me, feeling how hot his seed was, and enough to make me shatter again.

We stayed like that, both of us breathing hard, his chest pressed to my back, his cock still buried deep.

“You okay?” His voice was gentler now.

I nodded because I couldn’t speak. My throat was raw, my body was trembling, and I was pretty sure my legs would never work again.

He pulled out slowly and I felt his cum drip down my thighs, wam and thick. Then he was turning me around, lifting me back onto the workbench, his hands checking me over.

“Did I hurt you?”

I shook my head. “No. That was-” I laughed, breathless. “That was insane.”

He smiled, and his lips came crashing on mine, hard, sucking and biting my lower lips while my hands instantly found his

head. “We’re not done.” He whispered against my lips.

My eyes widened. “What?”

He pulled back.

“I told you.” His thumb brushed my swollen lip. “I’m going to fuck you until you forget every man who came before me. Four orgasms isn’t enough.”

“Zane-”

“Come on.” He held out his hand. “I’m going to fuck you in one of my cars. Print your body on one of ’em and do that for each of my cars.”

My legs were shaking and instantly, I felt myself been lifted from the ground, my face smacking across his chest and I was shocked… I was… I wasn’t expecting him to, it felt strange but I didn’t protest but enjoyed the moment.

We passed rows of cars-Ferraris, Lamborghinis, McLarens-unil we stopped in front of a car.

He dropped me down slowly, and when I turned around, I was sunned to see the car that Zane wanted to fuck me on, it was a fucking matte black car that looked like it cost more than a million dollars.

“What is that?”

“Bugatti.” He opened the passenger door. “Get in.”

“What-” I stood, confused trying to process if this was real.

“Get in the car, Olive

I climbed in on wobbly legs and he instantly shut the door, then walked around to the driver’s side. The interior was beautiful, plush interior leather, and I was suddenly very aware that I was still naked, that his cum was still dripping out of me, and it was probably staining his plush seat.

“Zane-”

“Come on, climb over here.” His voice was firm. “Straddle me.”

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