Chapter 201: Hungry Olivia
Suddenly, my phone vibrated with a ssage from SERA. I opened it to find a filthy picture of Olivia, her ass propped up and ready, fingers stretching her shiny, lubed hole wide, her cunt dripping with desperation.
The ssage read, "I'm ready and fucking waiting for you, Jack. Don't keep
waiting too long. I need you to fuck
hard and deep. I need you to use
like the worthless slut I am. Co and destroy my asshole." My cock jerked at the sight of her, throbbing with raw, primal anticipation as I rembered my promise to breed Olivia's fucking asshole that night.
I replied instantly, my fingers eagerly tapping the screen. "I'll be there soon, you dirty fucking slut. I'm going to fucking wreck you."
I turned to Marina, my voice low and husky, charged with a desire I could barely contain. "I should go," I said, my gaze lingering on hers. "But I'll be back tomorrow." I leaned in, my breath warm on her ear. "And next ti, I won't be satisfied with just kisses."
Marina nodded shyly, her cheeks flushed with desire as she squeezed her thighs together. I kissed her deeply, my tongue fucking her mouth, giving her a taste of what was to co. "Goodbye, Marina," I growled, my voice thick with promise.
With Marina safe and Tony's n handled, I had nothing to fucking worry about. The police were already on my payroll, and Hector would ensure they listened to . I drove to Olivia's house, my mind filled with filthy images of her stretched and waiting, begging for my thick, hard cock.
I arrived at her apartnt building and parked outside. Instead of knocking, I texted Olivia, commanding her to open the fucking door.
Olivia replied, "It's already open"
I slowly opened the door and stepped inside, noticing the lights were off. I flipped the switch, illuminating the room, and walked in, searching for her. I opened the bedroom door and found Olivia lying on the side of the bed, her useless husband sleeping soundly on the other side.
Olivia noticed
and smiled, a filthy, slutty grin spreading across her face. She slowly removed the sheets, revealing her completely naked body, just like in the picture. Her cunt and ass were lubed and ready, fucking glistening with her slutty arousal.
I groaned, my cock hard and throbbing at the sight of her. "You're a fucking dirty little whore, aren't you, Olivia?" I murmured, my voice thick with lust.
I stalked to the bed, my eyes locked on Olivia's naked, writhing body. I tore off my clothes, my thick, hard cock springing free, throbbing and pulsing with need. I pressed Olivia beneath , my hot, rigid cock grazing her soft, flushed skin.
"Fuck, Jack," she moaned, her body arching against mine, desperate for more contact. "I can feel how hard you are for ."
I glanced at her useless husband, Miguel who was still sleeping soundly, facing the other side. I smirked, knowing he had no idea his wife was about to be claid by a real man. "Don't worry, Olivia," I growled. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I'm going to make you scream my na and beg for more. And your useless husband is going to sleep through the whole fucking thing."
I turned my attention back to Olivia, my eyes filled with lust and dominance. I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at . "You're mine tonight, slut. I'm going to use every fucking hole you have. I'm going to fuck your cunt, your ass, and your mouth. I'm going to make you my bitch. Do you understand?"
Olivia whimpered, her eyes filled with desperation and need. "Yes, Jack. I'm yours. Use . Fuck
like the slut I am. Make
your bitch," she begged, her voice breathy and eager.
I smirked, ready to give her exactly what she fucking deserved. I plunged two fingers into her dripping cunt, fucking her hard and fast. She scread my na, not giving a fuck about her sleeping husband. "Ah, Jack! Don't stop! I'm gonna cum! Ah, ah, aaaaaah!"
Miguel stirred slightly, but I didn't give a shit. I activated my invisibility, disappearing from view. Olivia looked montarily confused but didn't seem to care much, probably assuming it was another one of my abilities. She was too far gone, too desperate for my cock to care about anything else.
Miguel opened his eyes and turned to look at her, seeing only his naked wife arching her body in ecstasy. "Olivia, what the fuck are you doing?" he muttered, clueless to the fact that his wife was being pleasured by a real man. "I don't have ti for your naughty stuff. I have a eting tomorrow. Please let
sleep."
Olivia didn't give a fuck about his complaints. I continued to finger-fuck her, feeling her walls clench around my digits. "Ah, just like that! I'm cumming! Aaaaaah!" she scread, her body convulsing with her orgasm. Miguel groaned, putting a pillow over his head to block out her moans.
I looked at her pathetic excuse for a husband and thought, "He deserves to be cuckolded. He deserves to know that his wife is a worthless slut who needs a real man to satisfy her." I reappeared, my body pressing against Olivia's once more.
I hugged Olivia from behind, rubbing her pussy as I whispered in her ear, "Why don't you cum on your husband's face and make him wet with your squirt, you dirty slut? Show him what a worthless whore you are. Show him that you need a real man to make you cum."
Olivia was a bit embarrassed but also aroused by the idea. I didn't wait for her response. I pulled her up and positioned her pussy over her husband's pillow-covered head. I rubbed her clit and fingered her, making her squirt all over his face.
"Aaaaaah, here I cum! Aaaaaaah! Ah! Aaaah! Aaaaaaaaaah! Ummmmm. Oh my god, I'm cumming! Aaah!" Olivia scread, her body convulsing with the intensity of her orgasm. Her squirt soaked the pillow, marking her husband with her infidelity. Her body trembled with ecstasy as she ca, her pussy gushing like a fucking fountain.
I pushed Olivia forward into a doggy position, her hands resting on her husband. I admired the view for a mont, her ass presented to
like a prize, her holes gaping and ready for more. I raised my hand and brought it down hard on her ass cheek, the sound of the slap filling the room. Olivia moaned, rubbing her ass against my hand, eager for more.
"Aaaah, Jack! Yes, spank ! I've been such a bad girl," she purred, her voice breathy and desperate.
I smirked, raising my hand again and bringing it down on her other ass cheek, the sound echoing through the room. "That's right, slut. You've been a bad girl. And bad girls need to be punished," I growled, my voice thick with lust and dominance.
Olivia moaned, her body trembling with each slap. "Yes, Jack. Punish . Spank . Make
your bad girl," she begged, her voice filled with submission and desire.
I grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezing them tightly, feeling the heat from her skin under my palms. I spread them wide, seeing her asshole gaping and ready for . I lined up my cock, still hard and throbbing, with her asshole and slamd into her, filling her completely.
"Aaaaah, Jack, give it to . I want your thick, hard cock in my ass. Look, it's begging for you," she pleaded, her voice breathy and desperate.
I smirked, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head back. I pressed the head of my cock against her puckered asshole, feeling her tense beneath . "Don't worry, Olivia. I'm going to tear your asshole apart," I growled, my voice thick with lust. "Are you ready to say goodbye to your anal virginity?"
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