His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 48

OLIVE’s POV

I leaned forward, my mouth opening, and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock.

The taste hit me immediately-salt and musk and something that was purely him-and I heard the groan rip from his chest, felt his hand fist tighter in my hair.

“More,” he growled. “Take more of me.”

I tried. Slid my mouth down, feeling him stretch my jaw, feeling how his cock felt heavy on my tongue, and the way that gold ring brushed against my lips and I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks.

His hips jerked forward, pushing deeper, and I gagged slightly.

“That’s it,” he breathed, voice wrecked. “Choke on it.”

I looked up at him through watery eyes and something about the way he was staring down at me-like I was something he wanted to destroy and worship at the same time-made me take him deeper.

“Fuck-” His hand tightened in my hair, not guiding anymore, controlling. “Open wider. I want to fuck that pretty mouth.”

I obeyed, jaw aching, and he pushed in deeper, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged hard, tears spilling down my cheeks, but he didn’t pull back. Just held me there, my nose pressed against his stomach, that gold ring cold against my lips.

“Breathe through your nose,” he commanded, voice rough. “You can take it.”

I tried. Gasped for air through my nose while he stayed buried in my throat, my hands bracing against his thighs because I needed something to hold onto.

“Good girl.” He pulled back just enough to let me breathe, then thrust back in. “Such a good fucking girl, taking my cock like this.”

He started moving then-not letting me control the pace anymore, just fucking my mouth with these brutal thrusts that had me gagging, drool dripping down my chin, tears streaming down my face.

And I loved it.

Loved the way he was using me, the way he was groaning my name, the way his thighs were shaking under my hands.

“Fuck, Muffin-” His voice cracked. “Your mouth feels so fucking good-”

He thrust deeper, harder, and I gagged so hard my whole body convulsed, but he didn’t stop. Just kept going, kept fucking my throat like he couldn’t help himself.

“Look at you,” he groaned. “Crying and gagging on my cock and you’re still taking it. Still letting me use this pretty mouth however I want.”

I moaned around him and the vibration made him curse, his grip on my hair almost painful now.

“I’m going to cum,” he warned, voice strained. “And you’re going to swallow every drop. Understand?”

I nodded as much as I could with him buried in my throat.

“Good.” He thrust once, twice, three more times, and then he was coming, hot and thick, flooding my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.

“Take it, he groaned. “Take everything, Muffin.”

I swallowed, gagging slightly because there was so much, but I took it all, feeling it slide down my throat while he watched me with those dark, possessive eyes.

“You are.” He grabbed my cuffed wrists, yanked me closer. “You always do. But not tonight. Tonight you’re mine. Completely.”

Then he spun me around and shoved me against the wall so hard I gasped, my cheek pressed against the cold surface, my hands trapped between my body and the wall.

His body covered mine, heavy and hot, and I felt his cock-still hard, already hard again-pressing against my ass.

“You’re still so fucking wet,” he muttered, his hand sliding between my thighs, fingers pushing through my folds. “You liked that, didn’t you? Liked me fucking your mouth like that?”

“Yes” The word came out broken. Like a prayer.

“Say it properly.” He pushed two fingers inside me, rough, no warning. “Tell me you liked choking on my cock.”

“I liked it-I gasped as he curled his fingers. Hitting fast. “I liked choking on your cock-”

“Good girl.” He pulled his fingers out, and I heard him spit-heard the wet sound-and then I felt his saliva slide down between my ass cheeks, felt him spread it with his fingers.

“Zane-

“Relax.” His hand pressed down on my lower back, keeping me pinned. “I’m not fucking your ass tonight. But I want you to feel me everywhere.”

His finger circled my entrance there, pressing slightly, and I jerked.

“Easy,” he murmured, his other hand coming around to rub my it. “Just feel it. Feel how much of you I can touch at once.

He pushed his finger in slightly-just the tip-while his other hand kept working my clit, and the sensation was too much. too overwhelming, too everything.