46. COLD LUST.

OLLIE’S POV My cock slipped from her as her legs completely gave out, and her body collapsed forward. She pressed her face to the wall and her entire frame shook violently as she screamed my name. "Please. Please." The word was a mantra and a desperate, sobbing plea as her own hands came up to roughly squeeze and pull at her own breasts, as if she couldn't stand the hypersensitivity and yet needed to prolong the sensations rocketing through her. I wasn't nearly done. The sight of her writhing in her own aftermath, completely overcome, sent a fresh surge of possessive lust straight through me. I grabbed her waist, turning her over onto her back in one swift motion. Her glazed eyes met mine for a fleeting second. I hooked my hands under her shoulders, and instinctively, her arms wrapped around my neck. I lifted her easily, and her legs, still trembling, locked around my waist. "Hold tight," I warned, my voice thick with intention. I positioned the head of my cock at her slick, swolle