51. COLD LUST.

MIA’S POV. “Oh fuck!” I screamed as my body exploded. My warmth was soaking his hand and dripping down onto the desk. Ollie’s lips curled into a smug smile as he added a third finger, pushing deeper into me. “There. There's exactly what I want,” he murmured, his voice thick with pride. “You soaking, Mia.” I could barely breathe, my body quivering as he slid a fourth finger in. My walls clenched around him, my body shuddering as the remaining squirt dripped out of me, pooling beneath me. “It’s so much,” I gasped, my hands grabbing his wrist weakly. “Please, Ollie. Please, just fuck me. I want your cock.” His smirk deepened as he leaned forward, his lips capturing mine in a rough kiss. His hands left me for a moment, gripping my thighs to spread them even wider. “You want my cock?” he growled against my lips, his voice dark and teasing. “Yes,” I whimpered. I loved it when he forced my legs open for him. “Please.” He positioned himself between my legs, the head of his