Chapter 6 You Like This, Don't You?

• Olivia's POV
• “Would you come for me, like that, again?”
• I was mortified as I watched him stare at me with a smug look as he stood at the door.
• My cheeks filled with colour. I felt my body lock together as shame began to drown me.
• André came in and closed the door behind him.
• I saw the smile on his face as he walked closer to me. I immediately sat up; my legs were trembling with fear and embarrassment as I watched him slowly slice the gap between us.
• “Why did you stop? Please don’t stop on my account. I would love to see you scream my name again. It was a pleasure watching you.”
• His voice was smooth and seductive. He was getting closer, but my body still couldn’t move.
• Come on, legs! Move! Run! Do something!
• However, my legs were numb. I could feel my breath getting hot and erratic. Despite the wide open windows, the room was suddenly steaming hot.
• I was finally able to stand, but it was too late. He was already in front of me. The smirk on his face made my stomach swarm with butterflies.
• “Is the show over already?”
• He raised his hand to caress my face, but I moved away a little, making him place it under my chin, and he tilted my head upwards to face him.
• His tongue swiped against his lower lips slowly, and I almost cursed out. I knew it was wrong to want to kiss them, especially right now.
• I met his dark eyes, and all I could do was blush and gulp.
• My stepfather had just caught me masturbating to him.
• “Why so quiet, Liv? I think I know what you want?”
• His finger ran lower to my dress. I had forgotten that I hadn’t done the button. His finger caressed my nipple, and I gasped. What was he doing to me?
• “I can make your fantasies come true. I think you would love that, wouldn’t you?”
• Finally, life came to my body. I whipped his hand away and hurriedly did up my dress buttons while he simply watched, his eyes lingering on my bosom till it was all hidden from his view.
• My eyes darted to the door. It wasn’t bolted. If I was fast enough, I could make a quick getaway. I took a little step back and suddenly made a run for it.
• I was fast but not fast enough. I had barely taken three steps when he grabbed my arm and pressed me close to him, finally sealing the gap between us. I felt my body begin to bubble as I felt his hard body against me.
• I shouldn’t be with him like this; it was wrong, but I didn’t want him to let go. I wanted to run away, and I also wanted him to stay. I didn’t want him to touch me, and yet I liked his hands all over my body. Was something wrong with me? How could I be so confused and conflicted?
• “Please we…”
• “Shhhh…”
• He put his finger to his lips and pressed against me even more.
• I felt his lips sink lower towards my neck. I wanted to struggle out of his grip, but–I couldn’t!
• I wanted him. Every part of my body was tingling with a desire to be near him. To have his hands on me.
• It was unlike anything I had felt before.
• I was hopeless.
• His soft lips caressed my neck, and a groan escaped my lips.
• “André…”
• “You are so beautiful, Liv.”
• His voice was overwhelmed with desire. He pushed me backwards, and soon, I was sandwiched between him and the wall. I groaned even more as I felt him push harder against me. His hard cock pressed against me, making my legs tremble.
• I thought I was horny before, but now, everything was ten times worse. I was drowning in my desire. I couldn’t explain how much I wanted his touch.
• I needed it. I craved it.
• His hands slid down my chest and undid all my buttons. I gasped as his hot breath fanned against my nipple. I felt colour rush to my cheeks. I moaned softly and grabbed his shirt. I wanted more.
• “I can feel your desperation, Liv. I know you are dying for me to touch you. God, I can smell your soaking cunt. Do you want to deny it?”
• I couldn’t answer, and his hands slowly slid further down my dress and to my thigh. I felt his fingers dance in between them. My body felt even more tense.
• “It’s running down your legs, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
• His fingers went higher and higher, and soon, he gently grazed my bud. A whimper erupted from my mouth, and I gripped his shirt tighter. I saw a look of satisfaction spread over his face.
• “You liked that, didn’t you?”
• He grazed my bud again, and I moaned even louder. I was soaking wet. I could hear the sputtering sounds my pussy made as he touched it.
• Suddenly, I felt his finger go into me.
• “Ahhhhh…”
• My knees buckled under me, but he kept me up and pressed me harder against the wall. His scent invaded my nostrils and made my head spin.
• “Good girl. I know you can take this.”
• He moved his fingers in and out of me, and I groaned along with the rhythm.
• My pussy was spilling its juices all over his fingers, and there was nothing I could do. I loved the way my pussy felt with his fingers in it.
• His finger continued to fuck me while he massaged my clit with his thumb. It was amazing.
• “André… please… ahhhhhn!”
• “I know you can take this, Liv. God! I love seeing you like this.”
• He soon went faster, and I could feel my whole body trembling. I couldn’t stop myself. He was in so deep. I could feel him on the walls of my pussy, and this was just his fingers.
• I gripped his shirt even tighter. I tried to squirm, but I was glued in place by his body. If he continued like this, I was going to come.
• “I can feel you getting tighter, Liv.”
• He slowed down and looked at my blotchy face. I was exhausted, yet he had done nothing.
• “Are you tired already? I plan on making you cum more than once.”
• He resumed, and my body tightened.
• “André…pl… ahhhhn!”
• He went faster and kept rubbing my clit. That was it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was going to…
• “Ahhhhhhhhhhhnn!”
• My juices exploded from me and soaked his fingers. They dribbled to the floor, and I finally buckled. André kept me upright, and I saw the satisfaction on his face grow as he watched me twitch and squirm.
• He ran his hand through my sweat-soaked hair and stared deep into my eyes.
• “You are beautiful,” he praised, his voice low and heavy.
• It was like his words triggered something in me. Slowly, I felt myself come back to normal. I felt my mood sink into the floor as shame washed over me.
• What had I done?
• I felt tears brim in my eyes, but I blinked hard to keep them at bay. I shook my head slowly. I pushed against his chest.
• No, this was wrong…