FORTY-SIX

ELLEN

"Oh, my God, Oliver," I moaned again and dug my nails into the sheets.

My back ached back as Oliver's tongue flicked over my wet mound, while his fingers went in and out of my wetness. Oliver knew just how to make me weak. He pushed in and out, in and out, in and out, with every pulse driving me to the verge.

He did not stop until there was a rush of warm liquid. I cried out and writhed on the bed as an orgasm hit me. Oliver did not give me a chance to recover, he leaned down immediately and slurped the liquid, licking me thoroughly with his tongue as if it was a kind of tasty juice.

I was going to die in his hands because this guy knows how to humble my body. My whole body ached for him. When he was done doing justice to my honey pot, he stood up and I noticed his erection was almost tearing his pants. I couldn't wait for him to be inside me.

He quickly unzipped his pants, and his shaft sprang out of his pants and pointed at me. I inhaled deeply. I had