𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

Last Night

(Y/N) POV

I was currently in a class zoom call and to be honest i'm not paying that much attention, as my teacher lectures about the topic my mind slowly drifts away, my eyes glued to the screen of my loptop but not reading whatever's on it.

The memory of last night lingers through my thoughts, feeling his long slender hand grasping my throat hard but not painful, his soft pink lips fits perfectly against mine, our tounge dances rythmitically fighting for dominance.

My body leans against his toned, strong chest, my hands wraps against his neck pulling him closer to me, deppening the kiss.

I wanted more. Craving for him is getting worse. I need him.

I started grinding against him, the friction between my heat and my underwear doubles the pleasure that's building up.

I could feel him getting hard through his jeans, he groaned started to get fustrated with the tension I created, as he pulls away the absense of his lips makes mine crave for more.

Oliver then picks me up, my legs wrapped around his perfect torso and lays me on the bed with lust.

As he hovers me, I looked at his rich hazel eyes, admiring the beauty of it. God how did I became so lucky.

He leans in back for another kiss but this time with hunger and aggresiveness.

"Now how about we start the real show, darling?" He whispered, sending chills down my back. His voice so deep and raspy, music to my ears.

He smiled as well as his beautiful eyes. Showing his pearly white teeth, never failed to give me butterflies.

He makes his way down until he reaches my bottom half, his fingers tracing the garter of my underwear making me impatient.

As he pulls it down the cold air passes by making me groan, his fingers made contact with my clit lightly rubbing it making me more fustrated and impatient for him.

"Please ollie." I begged not taking the tease very well. Pushing my hips towards him but he won't give in that easily.

"Sorry love, but I need you to beg. Beg like the fucking slut you are." He replied holding my hip down while the other rubs my clit faster.

The familiar feeling starts to build up in my stomach, jolting my body up indicating that I'm near my high.

He then pulls away making the intense pleasure stop immediately.

My eyes shot open sending death glares to the man standing infront of me as he laughs in amusement.

How he loves this, me being sexually fustrated, fragile under his touch. He knows that he has an effect on me that no other man can give off.

He makes a few steps back enough for me to admire him and his perfect body.

His hands reach the button of his pants, he slowly takes them off leaving him with his black boxers.

We've been together for 5 years now but it still amazes me that he fits in me despite him being a 11 inch, never thought I could take all of it.

Oliver makes his way back to me, his eyes filled with love, affection and lust.

"Stand up." He demands making my heart beat hard against my chest.

Slowly making out of the bed and land on my feet. I couldn't look back up too him or else my legs will give out.

"On your knees now." His dominative side comes out. I froze on where I stand couldn't utter a single word.

I could feel his annoyance radiating, not moving a muscle, Oliver grabbed me by my throat with a bit force, inhaling sharply making my head snap updirectly looking at him.