Chapter 3

Olivia’s POV

“Dickson what the actual fuck is happening right now,” I gasped out, my voice cracking even as my body stayed locked in position on all fours with his cock still halfway buried inside my dripping pussy.

My heart slammed so hard against my ribs I thought it might crack them, panic flooding my veins while my walls clenched around him on their own, like my body refused to let go of the stretch.

This was my dad’s best friend, the man who had fixed my bike when I was younger and joked around at every family barbecue, now balls deep in me under these hot studio...