Chapter 290. Fletcher Mansion Burned Down

“Fuck Sonsy, Fuck.” Colt cursed as I moved up and down his shaft, feeling his cock piercing deep down in the sweet spot of my cervix as the lake whispered behind me from the cold air brushing across its surface.

“Ughh.” I threw my head back when he reached up to grab my tits and squeeze.

He moved his hips, thrusting into me from below, the sweat on his naked chest making his inked skin shine like magic runes.

I leaned back then and started to grind down on him, my fingers scratching his abs, moaning at his girth inside me, how he deliciously pressed against the roof of my pussy in this angle, how hot and big he was pulsing inside my wall. 

“Jesus, Olivia.” He swore now, his brows shiny with perspiration.

I leaned down till my chest was flat above his, and took his lips. 

His kiss was fierce, possessive, as his right hand moved from my breast to grab my hair roughly from behind, his lips pushing mine apart, his tongue arrogantly demanding entran