by Writing Shark
An antidote for love
“Wake up.” It’s a beautiful morning and just the fact that you’re awake before everyone else should make this day special. But it’s about Olivia and she is a person for whom ‘simply’ isn’t simply not good enough. She too is special.
“What…” she murmurs and opens her eyes. When she sees you standing at the foot of the bed you don’t see anger in her eyes but… something else… something complex.
I have a complex girlfriend. Oh shit.
“What do you want?” she mutters dismissively and pulls the blanket over her head. It’s like you’re not in a relationship with her and that makes you angry. You’re not normal. But neither is Olivia and your anger comes from that, not from her not offering you sex. No, Olivia Dunne is so special that she needs something extra special.
And you are Damian Stratton and you have sex when, where and how you want it.
“Hey! Asshole!” she screams as you pull the blanket aside and expose her body in the silk nightgown. Her clear, soft skin shines and her tousled hair makes her look damn sexy.
“Sex,” you say firmly and her knees twitch a little apart at the word, but then touch defiantly. “Now.” Olivia has been with you long enough and no amount of anger comes between your cock and its target.
You quickly undress and move over your girlfriend while she is already reluctantly stripping her nightgown from her shoulders with a childish pout on her lips.
“You’re right,” you tell her, cupping one of her medium-sized breasts. She moans softly. “You are my girlfriend. And you are special.”
“Shit…” Olivia breathes, you know every one of her spots by heart.
“And I’ll fuck any woman I want. That’s my job but yes, I enjoy taking anyone I want to see naked. Fuck, I’m buying women, Olivia. Like they are things, honey. I love it, yes, but you are special.” Your cock penetrates her slowly, just a few inches, then you wait. Your pissed off girlfriend looks up at you, pouting.
“What are you waiting for?” she finally asks without a tone in her voice and looks to the side. “Take me like any other of your cows.” You laugh and don’t move.
“Get it” is all you say.
“Fuck you.” Olivia loses the fight, lifting her legs and wrapping them around your hips.
“Fuck… Fuck… Me…” You can always rely on your cock. But this time Olivia looks at you differently. The sex was wild. Your back looks like two tigers have fought each other to the death on it, your lips are aching from her teeth and your cock is throbbing wildly in the tightest, wettest and greediest pussy you’ve ever fucked. It’s like it was the first time between you, wild and unbridled. It’s like Olivia wants to prove something to you as she kneels in front of you and offers you her beautiful face as a target.
“Come on,” you finally say, withdrawing from her, standing up and holding out your hand.
“Your cock,” Olivia murmurs, her eyes darting back and forth between your spear and your face. “Come back to bed and…”
“Camila!” Her face contorts and darkens when she hears the other girl’s name. She had previously ignored her like you had but now… Camila appears in the room, already dressed and made up. “How do you like her make-up?” you ask while Camila slides on her knees next to you and cleans your cock of sperm and pussy juice. You have no idea about this girl stuff but Olivia just nods.
“Looks good,” she says over Camila’s slurps and moans.
“Get dressed and get ready,” you then decide. “If you don’t like her, Camila will change her style for you.” Then you pull your girlfriend out of the bed, hug her and kiss her on the forehead. With a hard slap on the bottom you send her to the bathroom.
“Wait,” you stop her, reaching between her legs and sticking your fingers deep into her wet cunt while you grab her hair hard with your other hand and kiss her.
“Where are we going?” Olivia asks as you lead her and Camila to your car.
“You go in the passenger seat, Camila in the trunk,” you don’t answer her, but you see curiosity and glee on her face as the Latina influencer voluntarily goes into the trunk of your sports car. She smiles at you.
“Where are we?” Olivia isn’t used to being ignored, but reacts as planned to the game you’re playing with her. You notice with amazement that she is curiously looking around the city as you drive with her through the high-end shopping district of downtown L.A. “Do you think a good fuck and some jewelry will change anything?” she asks, pouting again.
“You look cute when you’re angry,” is all you reply. “But I prefer you proud and content by my side.”
“But jewelry won’t change that.”
But Olivia is a woman and jewelry changes that.
“What?” you smile quietly while the older lady in the expensive costume measures Olivia’s wrist. “It’s not because of the price, isn’t it?” You wink at her. The bracelet costs $66,500, that’s how much Olivia saw. And also the credit card you pay with. Your own, not the company’s. It’s your own money.
“No… Not the money… It’s just…” You stand in front of your girl, ignoring the old lady who is used to rich assholes. “Do you know what these things are?”
“Who do you think I am?” you grin, cupping her perfect face in your hands. “I’m the one who decides what you wear and I want you to wear this bracelet.” You point to the overpriced piece of jewelry sitting on a red and black Cartier pillow ready to be fitted to Olivia. And the fancy screwdriver. “Forever.”
“This is a real proof of affection, young lady,” says the old woman to Olivia, who in turn only has eyes for you. “So. Done.” Without taking your eyes off her, you reach out your hand and take the bracelet in your hand.
“That makes you mine, Olivia,” you say quietly and tenderly. “And you are right. Without you I wouldn’t be where I am today.” Olivia blinks, feminine and vulnerable, her eyes moist.
“No. It’s me who would be nothing without you. The money…”
“It’s not the money,” you say quietly and smile. “It’s you. You are valuable to me. The most valuable thing I have. And I will never give up on you or trade you for anything in life. Neither money nor power nor pussies.” The old woman next to you clears her throat but none of you pay attention to her.
And finally it’s done and the bracelet sits on the wrist of your evil little avenging angel forever. You caress her cheek.
“There’s something else,” you say and point to the cussion. “Do you see those two diamonds?” She nods, her eyes sparkling like any woman would. And this time you look around, you’re a perverted asshole but those words are only meant for Olivia. You don’t care about the extra cost of 20 thousand dollars and the surcharge of eight thousand dollars to do it in one day and you will never mention it to anyone because Olivia is not about money. “This one,” you say, pointing to a blue diamond, has a hair of me and you in it.”
“Damian…” Olivia breathes, getting tears in her eyes as you feel… good… very good. Before you can shed a tear yourself, you clear your throat.
“And this one…” What’s happening here? I can’t say it… “I reached between your legs this morning and… well…” Her laugh is the most beautiful thing you’ve heard in a long time and Olivia snuggles up against you, puts her head on your shoulder and just enjoys it your closeness, calm and content. “And your… Well, what did you contribute to it?” You grin. “Camila helped me with that,” you say just to not give too much away, but this time her name doesn’t evoke a reaction from your friend. “These are the things that connect us Olivia, honey. We are together, so as our hairs, embedet in the strongest material known to man. Our sex is incredible, you are an incredible partner for me. So as our fluids, combined together. And when the bracelet is in place, sealed, nothing can rip it away from you, can rp me away from you.”
You stand in the room for several minutes, hugging each other and letting life pass you by while you caress her silken hair. Then you kiss your girlfriend long and intensely on the mouth.
“There’s more,” you announce to her.
“I’m already happy,” she tells you. “But you decide.”
“I like it that way,” you laugh, thank the old lady and escort Olivia out of the shop.
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