OLIVIA

I was no longer breathing.

Just kidding— but, it was a struggle trying to breathe properly.

Axel was rough on me. I had my head tilted uncomfortably on the bed, struggling to take only half of his length inside me.

Yet, he was fucking me roughly and faster like he was running a marathon.

My coochie— I doubted if I’d be able to walk in the morning.

“Fuck, Kitty,” his grunt and seductive voice were all that kept me dripping nonstop. “You’re fucking tight.”

Yes, I ...