41. COLD LUST.

OLLIE’S POV. I loosened the ropes, and she jolted upright, her hands immediately reaching for me. But I caught them midair, twisting her wrists gently and pinning them to the bed as I leaned over her. Her chest was heaving, her body flushed, and her skin was hot beneath my touch. I reached for her thighs, gripping them firmly, my fingers pressing into her soft flesh as though I couldn’t get enough. She let out a soft gasp as I pulled her over me, guiding her until she was straddling my lap, her wet, warm heat hovering just over my cock. Her hips fit perfectly in my hands, my palms sliding over her skin, pink and sensitive from earlier. I couldn’t help but smirk as her eyes, those slutty, desperate amber eyes I loved locked onto mine, silently begging for what she wanted next. I shifted beneath her, my legs positioning to press her forward, forcing her to fall against me. As she leaned into my chest, I reached between us, grabbing my cock and giving it a slow, teasing stroke.