Chapter 1: Introduction
The air hanging heavy and moist, clung to ol’s skin like a lover's touch, and as he stepped onto the pavement, the earth seemed to hum beneath him, pulsating with a pent-up energy that coursed through his veins like wildfire. He grinned, the corners of his mouth pulled back in a rictus of sheer joy and anticipation, as he scanned the crowd gathered outside the prison gates.
His gaze landed on her, his beloved Emily, and he felt a surge of overwhelming love and desire that almost knocked him to his knees.
Emily, a vision of ethereal beauty in a red dress that hugged her curves like a second skin, stood there, an expression of equal amounts excitement and trepidation on her face. When she caught sight of ol she groaned, pressing a hand to her chest, "Oh, finally! You're free!"
Ol's heart ached to see her distressed, and he jogged toward her, reaching out a hand to take hers.
"Hey, gorgeous. I'm free now, ain't I?"
"Yeah," she whispered, stepping closer to him, the heat of their bodies warming each other. "But it feels like a dream."
"Believe me, angel," ol replied in a husky voice, "I'm very much real. Come on, let's go celebrate."
With their fingers entwined, they made their way to Emily's car, and as she unlocked the door, ol couldn't resist any longer.
He pulled her towards him, wrapping his arms around her waist and dragged her in for a long, deep kiss, savoring the taste of her sweet lips and the feeling of her soft curves pressed against him.
"I've missed you so much," Emily murmured as she broke the kiss, her breath tickling his lips.
"Not as much as I've missed you," ol replied, nipping at her bottom lip before claiming her lips again.
His hands roamed her body, sliding up and down her back, teasingly brushing against the sides of her breasts.
Emily moaned, her hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer. "Oh, fuck. Ol," she breathed, her voice husky and full of need.
Ol couldn't resist the siren call of her body any longer. With quick, easy movements, he pushed her up against the car, his hips grinding against hers as he plundered her mouth with his tongue.
Emily's back met the cold metal of the car, but the chill disappeared under the heat of their bodies, the slickness of their sweat-slicked skin sliding against each other.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, urging him to take her, right then and there. Emitting a low growl of pure male satisfaction, Ol easily complied, hitching up her dress and shoving aside the scrap of material that was her underwear.
The heat of her pussy pressed against him, and he gritted his teeth as he positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with just the tip of his cock.
Emily let out a frustrated sound, writhing in his arms as she sought the friction she craved. "Ol, for the love of god, fuck me already," she pleaded, her voice full of desperation.
He smirked at that, playing with her a little more before relenting, finally giving her what she craved.
Slowly, achingly slowly, he pushed himself inside of her, relishing in the feeling of her tight pussy stretching to accommodate him. When he was finally fully seated inside of her, they both let out a sigh of pure bliss.
"Oh, fuck," Emily moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
Ol began to thrust inside of her, his hips moving in a fluid, rhythmic dance.
Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him deeper into her, and Emily let out a string of curse words that would make a sailor blush.
"Yesss," she hissed, her hands tugging at his hair as she rode him, her pussy clenching around his dick with each surge.
In and out, he drove himself harder with every thrust. The sound of their slick bodies slapping together filled the air, punctuated by Emily's moans and swear words. Ol had never heard anything sexier than the sounds his girlfriend was making now.
His own release built up, heat spreading from his balls and up his spine. He gritted his teeth, slowing down his thrusts. "Not yet," he growled, not wanting this moment to end too quickly.
Emily whimpered, her hips grinding against him.
Ol felt the heat of her release as she came, her pussy clenching around him like a vise.
With a final thrust, he followed her over the edge, his release pouring into her as he let out a low, guttural groan.
Their bodies slick with sweat, they collapsed against each other, their breaths heavy and uneven.
Ol rested his forehead against Emily's, letting out a soft chuckle. "Well, that was unexpected."
Emily let out a breathy laugh, her legs still wrapped around his waist.
"Oh, that was amazing, Ol," she said, running her fingers through his sweat-slicked hair. "I've missed you so much."
He disappeared against her, kissing her collarbone and then nibbling at her earlobe. "I've missed you more, Emily."
Despite the intensity of their reunion, Emily could tell that her man was still wound tight, something she was more than happy to remedy. She reached down between their bodies, finding him still half-hard and needing attention.
She wrapped her hand around his length and started to, ever so gently, stroke him. Her hand was soft, her fingers tracing him in the way that she knew would coax him to fullness the quickest.
Ol let out a deep groan, his breath hot against her neck. "Fuck, Emily. That feels good, baby."
She smiled at his praise, feeling more and more like herself as she stroked him.
His cock was fully erect now, and Emily knew just how to touch him to make him moan louder.
"Emily," he groaned, his voice low and guttural. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to lose it."
But she didn't stop. She continued to stroke him, her hand moving faster and faster. She wanted to hear him beg for release, to make him lose control.
With a pained expression, Ol pulled away from her touch.
"No," he said, his breath coming out in ragged gasps.
"I want to be inside you again."
With that, he pulled her off the car, holding her curvy frame. He lead her back towards Em’s apartment, his lips never leaving hers, as though he couldn't bear to be separated from her for even a moment.
As soon as they made it to Emily's bedroom, Ol gently placed her on the bed before climbing on top of her.
It was as if he couldn't get enough of her, his hands roaming all over her body, tracing her curves, savoring every inch of her skin.
Emily's body responded to his touch, her nipples pebbled and hard against his palms. He leaned down to take one in his mouth, sucking and teasing it until Emily was bucking her hips up towards him, desperate for more contact.
"Ol, please," she whimpered, pulling him closer.
"I need you to taste me."
He didn't need to be told twice. He trailed his tongue down her neck, nibbling gently at her collarbone, before making his way to her breasts. He teased them with his tongue and teeth, loving the way her nipples hardened beneath his touch.
But Emily had other ideas. She pushed him away, giving him a playful nudge. "Up here, Ol," she said, pointing to her face. "I need to taste you too."
He smiled, his eyes darkening with desire as he straddled her, lowering himself onto her lips. She parted them eagerly, wrapping them around him, taking him deep.
Ol's hands clenched in fists, the pleasure coursing through him like an electric current.
His breath hitched in his throat as Emily's tongue danced around the tip of his cock, sending shivers down his spine. He closed his eyes, lost in the sensation, and when he opened them again, he found Emily looking up at him with a wicked smile on her face.
"You like that, don't you?" she asked, her voice sultry and seductive.
"Yes," he managed to croak out, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Then I think it's time for something a little more…intimate."
She slid off the bed, her dress slipping down to pool at her feet, and Ol's breath caught in his throat. Emily was a vision of beauty, her body curvy and inviting, and he couldn't wait to explore every inch of her.
"Get on your knees, baby," she ordered, her voice low and husky.
Emily's mouth was magic, and he couldn't resist the urge to grab her head and fuck her mouth proper.
Emily's hands grasped at his legs, pulling him further into her hot, wet mouth, her muscles fluttering around his hardened shaft in a way that had him seeing stars.
"Fuck, Emily," he cried out, his back arching as he thrust into her, her tongue swirling around him like a wet, hot sweaty glove.
She expertly handled his manhood, playing with his balls like they were her favourite sex toy, and knowing exactly when to squeeze just a little bit harder, causing him to groan and call out her name.
It had been so long since they had been like this - free to explore each other, to take pleasure in one another without guilt or fear. Ever since he had been sent to prison, they had been reduced to stolen phone calls and brief, chaste visits watched over by surly guards.
They had both craved this moment, the chance to finally let lose all the pent-up sexual tension that had been building for months.
Emily stared up at him with those piercing blue eyes, and Ol knew what she wanted. He slowly moved his hips back, withdrawing from her mouth, before pulling her back up onto the bed. Their bodies met in a rough, urgent collision, skin sliding against skin. He kissed her like he needed her to breathe, hands roaming over her body like he wanted to memorize every curve.
His tongue probed her lips, seeking entrance as she opened up to him, eagerly taking him in. It took everything he had to break the kiss and move between her thighs, searching for her eager entrance with his fingers, losing himself in her wet, tight warmth. He groaned with pleasure, canting his hips forward as she fumbled with his zipper.
He pulled back, taking a moment to admire her chubby body, the pink tint of her nipples straining through the lace of her bra, and the way her breasts rose and fell with her labored breaths.
Her body was ripe and ready, and he couldn't wait to sink his cock inside of her.
With practiced ease, Emily unclasped her bra and tossed it aside, her full, round boobs bouncing with the motion. Ol grabbed her by the hips, pulling her forward so that she straddled him, her creamy white belly flush with his own. Her pierced nipples pressed against his chest as she leaned down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss.
The taste of her lips was intoxicating, and the feel of her soft curves against his hard ones was beyond description. As their tongues danced together, he ran his hands over her rounded ass, pulling her closer to him.
He felt her warmth against his growing erection, and the sensations coursing through him made his cock throb with desire. He could hardly stand it anymore, needy as a caged animal scenting freedom.
Emily pushed him down onto the bed, crawling on top of him and straddling his hips.
She smirked down at him, her blue eyes gleaming with mischief and desire. "You want me?" she asked, her voice dripping with sex.
"Fuck, yes," Ol growled, grabbing her hips and grinding her against him. He could feel her wetness through their clothing, and it drove him wild.
Emily leaned down, her lips crashing against his with a fierce intensity. She ground her hips against him, rubbing their clothed crotches together in a frustratingly pleasurable tease.
Ol couldn't take it anymore - he needed to feel her skin against his, needed to taste her sweat and moans on his tongue.
With a low growl, he flipped them over so that she was on her back and he was between her legs, his hips nestled between her thighs. He eagerly tugged at her clothes, and she lifted her hips to help him. Off came her skirt, her panties, and then his own clothes were gone too.
Naked and exposed, they both let out a satisfied sigh.
Oliver trailed his hands along Emily's soft, curvy body, finding himself entranced by her beauty. Emily was a vision in the dim light, her skin glowing in the dark. Oliver couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment; he had missed her so much while he was incarcerated.
Emily's hands wandered over Oliver's body too, her fingers tracing the muscles and scars that decorated his skin. They shared a look, their eyes lighting up with a shared hunger.
Without a word, they lunged at each other like two moths drawn to a flame.
Ol's hands moved to Emily's firm ass, cupping her flesh and guiding her body against his. His mouth crashed into hers, his tongue flicking against hers as their teeth clashed. He groaned lowly as his hard cock made contact with her wet pussy.
Emily moaned, her back arching as she felt his length press against her. She broke the kiss, panting heavily.
"Fuck, Ol, I need you inside me now."
Ol didn't need any more encouragement. He positioned himself at her entrance, his hard cock throbbing with anticipation.
He thrust inside of her with one deep, powerful stroke, filling her completely. They both let out a loud moan at the feeling of their bodies becoming one.
Emily wrapped her legs around Ol's waist, pulling him in deeper and deeper. Her nails dug into his back as he began to pound into her with a fierce intensity.
It felt like he couldn't get deep enough, that he needed to consume every part of her. Her moans grew louder as he drove into her, the slapping of their skin filling the room.
"Oh, fuck, Ol," she cried out, her voice raw and needy. "Yes, just like that. Don't stop."
He didn't plan to, not when she felt this fucking good. He could feel his orgasm building up inside of him, each thrust pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
Emily's moans and swear words only served to spur him on, fuelling the flames of his lust even higher.
"Ol, goddammit, yes," Emily cried out, her breath heavy and ragged. "Take me, fuck me, I want to feel you come deep inside of me."
Ol obliged, pounding into her with a renewed fervor, his ball sweat trickling down his balls and soaking the sheets beneath them.
Emily's moans grew louder, her hips bucking up to meet him with each thrust.
Ol's fingers dug into her hips, pulling her closer to him as he drove deeper and deeper inside of her. The sound of their skin slapping together echoed through the room, mingling with their moans and swear words.
"Goddamn, Emily," Ol growled, his voice low and husky. "You feel so fucking good."
"Don't stop, Ol," Emily panted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, don't stop."
Ol couldn't stop, not when she felt this good.
With every thrust, he could feel the heat of her pussy gripping his dick like a vice, pulling him towards his climax.
Emily wrapped her legs around him, clinging to him like he was her lifeline. Her back arched, her body tensing up as an orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave.
"Fuck, yes," she gasped, her voice strangled with pleasure.
"Give it to me, Ol. Give me what I've been craving for months."
He complied eagerly, thrusting deeper and harder into her as she writhed beneath him. Sweat streamed down their bodies, mixing with the slickness of their passion, and her body shuddered with each bruising stroke.
"You know how to make a girl cum," she said, her voice thick with satisfaction.
"I never forgot how to," he answered, his breath coming heavily as he greedily drank in her sounds of ecstasy.
He plunged deeper into her, their sweaty skin slapping together as their bodies moved in an age-old dance of desire. "But I wanna hear more of those filthy words you just said."
"Ok, you filthy fucking bastard," she replied, her voice full of need, her words punctuated by her cries. "Give me that thick cock, I've fucking missed it.
Pound me harder, Ol, just like that." Emily's dirty talk fueled him on, spurring him to give her every inch of his throbbing length. Her headboard slammed repeatedly against the wall with each powerful thrust, punctuating her cries of pleasure.
Ol gritted his teeth, sweat pouring down his face as he drove deeper into her tight heat. He reached down to grip her hips, pulling her closer with each punishing stroke. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, gripping him like a vice as she reached her peak once again.
He loved watching her come undone like this, it was one of his favorite things about her. Her cries of pleasure drove him over the edge, sending him spiraling into a release that left him panting and spent, collapsed on top of her.
As their breathing slowly returned to normal, Emily ran her fingers through his hair, before reaching down to slap his ass with a playful grin. "You're getting better at that, Ol."
He chuckled, nuzzling against her neck.
"Glad you think so, Em."
Their limbs entwined as they savored the afterglow of their intense lovemaking. The smell of sweat and sex lingered in the air, mixing with the faint sound of their heavy breathing.
Minutes passed, maybe even an hour, as they lay there, lost in a world of their own. Emily was the one who broke the silence, her voice soft and playful.
"I'm still hungry," she murmured, her hand tracing lazy patterns on his chest.