Chapter 3: Rising Action
The sun dipped low, casting elongated shadows across the walls of Olivia and Mark's bedroom. The soft glow of the bedside lamp bathed the room in a warm, intimate light. Olivia lay on her side, her vibrant red hair cascading over her shoulders in loose waves. She traced idle patterns on Mark's chest, her fingers dancing over the firm muscles beneath his skin. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. Everything was going well so far. She had gotten Mark to fuck her without a condom, and to put himself back in her after he came. Now came the real big leap, getting to put himself back inside her before he was completely finished cumming. She felt that if she could get him to do that, then the rest was just a matter of time and careful conditioning.
She began working her way down from his chest to his stomach with her fingers, her eyes never leaving his. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the desire to have her again. She felt powerful, in control.
When Olivia reached his cock, it was already rock-hard, twitching with anticipation. She wrapped her hand around it firmly, her thumb rubbing over the sensitive head. She could feel it throb in her hand, could feel the heat radiating off of it.
She looked up at Mark, her eyes filled with lust and determination. She started stroking him slowly, her hand gliding up and down his length. She kissed him, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting his desire. He groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she stroked him.
"You like that, don't you?" she murmured against his lips, her voice a sultry whisper.
"Fuck yes," he growled, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer. "I fucking love it when you stroke my cock."
Olivia broke the kiss, her eyes never leaving his as she continued to stroke him. "Do you know what I love?" she asked, her voice a husky whisper.
"What do you love?" Mark asked, his voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with anticipation. He was eager to know what she desired, what turned her on.
Olivia smirked, her grip on his cock tightening as she stroked him harder. "I love when you bury this big fucking cock deep inside of me," she said, her voice filled with lust. "And I want you to do it right fucking now."
Mark's breath hitched, his cock pulsing in her hand eager to get inside of her. "Then spread those legs for me" he growled, his voice thick with lust.
Olivia eagerly complied, spreading her legs wide, revealing her glistening, wet pussy. She could feel the heat radiating off of her, could see her own arousal glistening on her skin.
She bit her lip, her eyes fixed on Mark as he positioned himself at her entrance. "Take it all" she whispered, her voice filled with desire.
Mark didn't waste any time. He thrust his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside her in one swift movement. They both moaned at the sensation, their bodies shuddering at the contact.
Olivia loved the feeling of being filled completely by Mark's cock, her pussy stretching to accommodate him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, her nails digging into his back.
"Fuck, you feel so good," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. "I can feel every inch of your cock inside me."
Mark groaned, his hips starting to move, slow and deep. "You're so fucking tight, baby," he said, his voice a low rumble.
He began to move, slowly at first, but with each stroke his pace quickened, his body slapping against hers. Olivia moaned loudly, her fingers digging into his back, urging him to go faster, harder.
"Fuck me, Mark. Fuck me like you own me," she cried out, her voice filled with desperation and need. Mark obliged, his hips snapping against hers, his cock pounding into her with force. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, a filthy symphony of their passion.
"You like that, don't you?
You like when I fuck you hard and deep?" Mark grunted, his hips moving like a piston, his cock slamming into Olivia again and again.
Olivia's head thrashed from side to side, her eyes rolled back as she took every inch of him. "Yes, yes, I fucking love it," she moaned, her voice hoarse and desperate. Make me yours."
Mark's cock was throbbing, the pleasure building in his balls. He could feel his orgasm climbing, but he couldn't cum yet. Not until he fucked her senseless and made her beg for it.
His hands gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He wanted to leave his mark on her, wanted to make her feel every inch of his cock as it relentlessly pounded into her.
"Tell me you want it, baby," he growled, his voice thick with lust and desire. "Tell me you want me to fuck you hard until you can't take it anymore. until you come all over my cock." Olivia gasped, her back arching off the bed. "Yes, Mark. I want that. I want you to fucking destroy me with that big cock of yours. Make me fucking come all over it."
Mark's cock was a steel rod in her hand, pulsing with need. He was so close, so fucking close to losing control. But he wanted to hear her say it, wanted to hear her beg for it. "Fuck me like you hate me," Olivia pleaded, her voice raw with desperation. "Make me come all over your cock."
The words tumbled out of Olivia's mouth, raw and desperate, as Mark's cock pounded into her with brutal force. She felt like a rag doll, her body bouncing with every thrust, her breasts jiggling with each impact. She could feel her climax building, a wild, untamed thing clawing its way up from her depths, ready to consume her whole.
Mark's fingers dug into her hips, leaving crescent-shaped bruises in their wake. He could feel the heat building in his own body, the pressure in his balls growing with each thrust. He was close, so fucking close to the edge.
But he wanted to make her come first, wanted to feel her pussy clamp down on his cock like a fucking vice grip before he let himself go.
He didn't have to wait long, Olivia's screamed his name as her orgasm tore through her. "Mark! Fuck! I'm gonna cum! Right fucking now!"
Her body convulsed, her pussy gripping his cock so tight he thought he was going to pass out. He grunted, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
He kept fucking her through her orgasm, his hips slapping against hers with each brutal thrust. He could feel her cum coating his cock, the heat of it driving him fucking insane.
Olivia's head thrashed from side to side, her eyes rolled back as she rode out her orgasm.
Mark could feel her pussy pulsing and gripping his cock like a fucking vise. He could feel her hot cum coating his cock, the sensation almost too much to bear. He grunted, his hips slapping against hers with brutal force.
Finally he reached his limit. He pulled out of her pussy just in time. "Fuck!" he groaned as a thick, ropy stream of cum erupted from his cock, coating her stomach and tits. He groaned, his hips bucking as he fought to maintain control, spurting load after load.
Olivia waited until he had shot most of his load but not quite all of it, then she said the magic words "Put it back inside of me!" Her voice was commanding, yet sultry, filled with a desire that was almost palpable.
Mark, remembering how amazing it felt last night immediately plunged his still twitching cock back inside of her.
He groaned deeply, the sound filled with both pleasure and pain as his sensitive cock was engulfed in her tight, hot pussy again. His cock twitched a few times, shooting the last of his load inside of her. The sensation was almost too much to bear. It felt like he was being squeezed in the tightest vice of pleasure, and he moaned in ecstasy.
Olivia felt every twitch of Mark's cock inside her, she knew that she had done it. Even though it was only a tiny amount she had gotten him to cum inside of her. She felt a thrill of triumph course through her body as she felt his cock twitch as he finished his orgasm.
Mark collapsed on top of her, his cock still inside her. "Holy shit babe , that was fucking intense," he groaned, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
Olivia laughed softly, her fingers tracing patterns on his back. "How did it feel to put your cock back inside of me?" she asked , her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and lust.
Mark lifted himself up on his elbows, so he could look down at her. His dark hair was tousled, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "It felt fucking incredible," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "I thought last night was amazing, but this was so much better"
Olivia smiled, her eyes twinkling with satisfaction. "I'm glad you liked it, baby," she said, her voice sultry. "I liked it too, I liked feeling you twitch inside of me."
"That was fucking amazing" Mark whispered "Although I think I might have cum inside you a little bit. I might have put it back in a little too early"
Olivia smiled, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "Mmm, that's okay. I kinda liked it. It felt...intimate. I mean, I'm not ovulating, and it was only a little bit. I'm sure it'll be fine." Olivia replied, her voice filled with reassurance.
"It's okay babe, I'm not worried." Mark said, his voice filled with confidence. "We just need to be more careful next time and not get carried away."
But getting carried away is exactly what Olivia had in mind...