His gut started burning. His eyes never leaving hers, he wrapped his fist around his hard cock and started rubbing the tip against her.
He felt her warm damp turn wet.
He dropped his face closer.
Her breath came faster, her eyes went slightly hazy, but she still stayed focused and kept whispering.
“This fucks up, I can ramble around here all alone and be happier doing it, just having these memories of you being here with me.”
She got that shit out.
Time to shut it down.
He caught at her pussy and slowly glided into Olivia’s soft sleek.
She licked her lips, arching her back, her other leg wrapping around his ass, both her hands pressing hard into the muscle of his back.
“This is not gonna fuck up,” he growled, gliding out and taking his time, doing the same gliding back in.
“Okay, Nick.”
He kept moving inside her.
“We’re gonna make more memories. Here. At my place. Anywhere we fuckin’ want.”
“Okay, honey,” she breathed.
“We’re not gonna lose shit,” he promised.
He kept moving, going deeper.
She slid one hand up and curled it tight around the back of his neck, the other arm she wrapped around him to hold on.
“I’m gonna make it good,” he vowed.
She tipped her hips up, gazing into his eyes, now panting.
“You gotta believe,” he ordered.
“Believe,” she whispered.
He went faster.
She held on tighter.
“You gotta believe, Livvie,” he grunted.
“I believe, honey.”
He took her mouth. He fucked her cunt. She came hard for him. He shot deep in her.
He stayed on top and tangled his hand in the back of her hair, holding her still as he said in her ear, “No more talk like that. You think like that, you don’t sleep. You think like that, you worry. You gotta let that go, Liv. I’m gonna make it all okay. You gotta let it go and believe.”
“I’ll let go.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise, Nick.”