Crazy but sweet

 LOLA POV

 I tried going back to where I was before, but Jolie easily carried me and sat down with me on his lap. He positioned himself inside me again, my back against his chest. I expected him to move, but nothing—he just stayed still, his mouth on my bare shoulders, constantly smothering kisses all over. I felt him grow inside me as my pussy walls tightened around him. It felt so sweet. I instantly came when he twisted my nipples at once, causing him to be released deep inside me, filling me with his hot liquid. Before I could react, he laid me on the rug and then started pumping again. For several moments, the only sound that could be heard was the slap of flesh against flesh and our ragged breaths spilling from our mouths. And then Jolie lowered himself onto my body, panting. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on mine, trying to catch his breath.

 When he withdrew only an inch, I moaned softly. I partly felt sore, and partly, I was deliciously sensitive in that place he hadn’t used in a long time. My entire body tingled in the aftermath of my orgasm.

 “I should clean us up,” he murmured. “But I don’t want to withdraw from your body just yet. I like it here. You connected to me, Lola. Me, deep inside you for as long as I can remain there.”

 I wrapped my arms around him, rubbing my palm over his buttocks and back.

 “I like it too,” I whispered.

 Jolie kissed my plump lips, the soft smooching sound echoing in the room.

 “I’m going to roll us over so you’re on top. There’s nothing more I’d like than for you to sleep draped across me. I wouldn’t normally stay hard enough to stay inside a woman this long, but I swear, Fayas, you're so much, and I get hard and stay that way. I just had the two most earth-shattering orgasms of my life, and I’m still hard as a stone.”

 “I like you inside me,” I said shyly.

 “It’s a damn good thing because I intend to spend a hell of a lot of time inside you from now on, especially after my trip.”

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 The next morning

 I jolted awake, violently aroused, my body responding even in the deep sleep I had fallen into. Jolie was over me, both of his hands framing my hips as he plunged deeply inside me. I gasped, my eyes flying open to see his glittering gaze boring into mine. His expression was intense, his jaw tight as he thrust again and again.

 “Good morning,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss me.

 “Ugh, morning,” I said, twisting my head to the side so he wouldn’t taste my unbrushed teeth. He smiled before grasping my cheeks in place and landing his lips on mine. He withdrew, and I was about to protest, but he quickly flipped me over so I was facedown on the mattress. God, he was demanding. So forceful. I found myself loving every second of it. Reaching beneath me, he lifted my behind just enough that he could plunge back into me from behind. My fingers curled into the rug, making tight fists as he rode me roughly, pressing me further into the hard floor.

 Jolie was deeper, bigger this way. He filled me to capacity, stretching me, the sensation an exquisite mix of pleasure and edgy pain. I closed my eyes, giving myself over to the sensation—to him. I surrendered completely, allowing him to take his pleasure however he wanted.

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 JOLIE POV

 My palms cupped her ass, molding the cheeks and caressing as I spread her wider before thrusting again. My thumb brushed over the seam of her ass, and she shivered as dark thoughts overtook her. She had never tried anal sex. Would it be something she wanted? The thought didn’t frighten her. If anything, it aroused her even more, and she was already nearly out of her mind with pleasure. I could see it in her eyes.

 As if reading the unspoken need of hers, I leaned down, covering her with my body, still controlling my movements so I was buried deep inside her. I kissed her shoulder and then nipped a line up the curve of her neck until she shuddered.

 “I’ll have your ass, Lola. Make no mistake about it. I’ll have every part of you, and you’ll hold nothing back from me.”

 The words sent her hurtling straight over the edge. And with those words, she was violently aroused. It was too much. Her orgasm flashed, bright and burning hot. She bucked upward, desperate for more. She wanted it hard, deep, and fast.

 "Wifey likes that,” I murmured even as I plowed into her, as fast and as hard as I knew she needed so desperately. She tensed into the floor, her strength gone, her mind complete and utter mush. I wasn’t finished yet, and I took my time, teasing and tormenting her ever-so-sensitive flesh. I then dragged my cock through her sore and swollen pussy lips and then plunged forward again until finally, I found my own release, straining forward, covering her body with my own.

 When I was finished, I lowered my full weight onto her body, pressing her down onto the rug. I could feel the sharp rise and fall of her chest as she tried to catch her breath. And I was still pulsing in her pussy.

 “Did I hurt you?” I murmured against her neck.

 Lola tried to shake her head but couldn’t move.

 “No,” she whispered. “It was wonderful, Jolie.”

 I remained there inside her hotness a moment longer before finally pushing upward. Then I withdrew, her body still clutching greedily at my cock as I pulled free. I pressed a kiss to the small of her back and then got up from her. She didn’t have time to turn over befo

re I gathered her in my arms and picked her up, carrying her toward the bathroom.