45. COLD LUST.

OLLIE’S POV I crushed her mouth with mine, kissing her so hard our teeth almost clashed. My hands roamed her body, gripping her waist, sliding down over her ass, pulling her closer as I ground my cock against her slick heat. She moaned into my mouth, her body trembling in my hands, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I turned her around, spinning her so fast she gasped in surprise, her hands instinctively reaching for the wall to steady herself. Her back arched, her ass pressing into me, and I gritted my teeth as the sight nearly undid me. One hand slid up her back, gripping the nape of her neck, holding her firmly in place as I positioned myself behind her. My other hand found my cock, guiding it to her dripping entrance. “Fuck, Mia,” I growled, my voice thick with need. “You’re so wet for me. You want this, don’t you?” “Yes!” she gasped, her voice breathless and desperate. “Please, Ollie.” I shoved into her in one hard thrust, a groan ripping from my throat as her walls