Olivia's POV
The taste of him was intoxicating, and I moaned around his length as he guided my movements with firm hands.
"Fuck, Olivia," he groaned. "You're so good at this."
I hummed in response, the vibration making him twitch in my mouth. His hips began to thrust gently, fucking my mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. I looked up at him through hooded eyes, reveling in the way he watched me with a mix of lust and adoration.
"Take it deeper," he commanded.
I relaxed my throat and took him as deep as I could until I gagged slightly. He growled in approval, holding me there momentarily before letting me come up for air.
"That's it," he praised. "You're such a good girl for me."
His words sent a rush of heat straight to my core. I squeezed my thighs together, desperate for some friction. As if sensing my need, Christopher pulled me back to my feet and spun me around so that my ass was pressed against his hard cock.