CHAPTER 193

  Christopher's POV

  When her lips wrapped around the head of my cock, I swore under my breath. "Fuck, Olivia."

  She took me deeper, her mouth warm and wet as she worked me with practiced skill. Every moan she made vibrated against my cock, ratcheting up my already frenzied desire. Her head bobbed, taking me further into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the shaft.

  "This is what you get for teasing me," she muttered, pulling up just long enough to smirk before taking me back into her mouth.

  The sight of her, so focused on pleasing me, was nearly enough to undo me right there. I gripped the edge of the couch, muscles tensing as I fought to maintain control. She alternated between deep-throating my cock and teasing the tip, her eyes locked onto mine the entire time.

  "Fuck, Olivia," I groaned, my voice raw. "You're going to make me come."

  Her only response was a wicked gleam in her eyes and a hum of approval.