* / 𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐏

His lips purse together as yours wrap tightly around the base of his cock. A sweet ring of pure bliss that slowly moved up and down around him.

Your eyes blink up at him a little too sweetly for his own good, and Oliver stifles back a groan. “That’s it, love.” His fingers twist around your hair, surely creating knots you’ll have to sort through later only for him to offer.

You swirl your tongue around his shaft as he pulls your head back up, slowly, as if teasing himself. A euphoric smile appears on his face. You grin.

“Now- ah,” his brows knit together once you reach the tip. “Stay there. Suck on it like—” He’s cut off by sharp groan, muffled by his lip in between his teeth. “Christ, like that. Such a good lass, wanting to please me.”

A light chuckle echoed from your throat, buzzing against his tip. His thigh twitches underneath you.

“Fuck, darling, that’s perfect.” Oliver’s hand begins to bob your head over him. You feel every vein and the perfect curve of his cock against the flat of your tongue.

But the warm, velvety sensation of your mouth around him is too much to restrain himself.

“Taking everything in me not to fuck your little throat right here. Use it like that pretty cunt. Tell me, is she dripping for me yet?”

With his full length taking up every space of your mouth and throat, you struggle to speak around him.

“Shh,” he smiles, head tilted back on the pillows and eyes gently shut. “I already know she is.”