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“You’re still at the hospital?” Olivia questioned as she made her way home. She was in her car on her way back to the apartment she lived in with Wilson and House. She was on the phone with Wilson, her father. He was still held up at the hospital. Something about one of his patients reacting oddly to the chemo treatment he had just started them on a week ago. Which meant Wilson was probably gonna have to pull an all nighter at the hospital. The thought of having the apartment to herself, just her and House alone, made her smirk. Though, she didn’t let it known that she was glad her dad wasn’t coming home tonight.
“Unfortunately, Livvy. By the looks of it, I have no idea when I’m coming home tonight.” Wilson sighed as he rolled up his sleeves, not looking forward to a long night ahead of constant tests and MRI’s. The woman that was his patient had a massive brain tumor. Wilson was surprised the woman was still holding on as it was. Now that the chemo was reacting the way it was, things were just going to get worse. He hoped tonight he didn’t lose another patient. He always felt like such a failure when it came down to that. But, that wasn’t his fault. It was in God’s hands, or whoever was in charge of death and living. He wasn’t even sure there was a God anymore. His profession made him so bitter.
“I don’t understand it. I thought the chemo was working.” Wilson shook his head, trying to keep himself calm. Olivia sighed, somewhat wishing now she could be there to comfort her father. She had no idea why he chose to be an Oncologist. Her father took things so personally, which made him a good doctor, but in the end, it only made him depressed.
“Dad, it’s not your fault. Things like this happens all the time. There’s no way you could’ve known that the chemo would react that way, right? Don’t be down on yourself. It’s not a lost cause yet. You just gotta keep fighting.” Olivia encouraged her father, damn near hearing the smile on the other end from him as she heard her father sigh in slight relief.
“You’re too smart for your own good, you know?” Wilson said with a soft smile. Olivia smiled herself.
“I get it from you.”
“Well, you sure as hell didn’t get it from your mother.” James joked half heartedly. Olivia couldn’t help but laugh as she finally made it to the apartment.
“I’m home now, dad. Call me when your on your way home. I’ll put some coffee on for you.” Liv spoke as she turned off her car, grabbing her purse as she exited the car.
“Alright, honey. Thank you. I’ll try to be home soon. I love you, Livvy.”
“Love you too, dad. Bye.” with that, she hung up the phone.
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Liv made it to the front door of the apartment quickly. She wasn’t able to hide the smile on her face, nor the bounce in her step. She was so excited to have the place to herself. Just her and House, alone. Finally, they had alone time. It was so hard to get some time alone with House, especially lately. Their work schedules at the hospital were crucial. With Olivia running errands for Cuddy constantly, on top of doing paperwork and sorting files day in and out, on top of part time babysitting Rachel, Liv’s life was hectic. Then House’s usual patients that took him weeks, sometimes months to treat. Sometimes, he wouldn’t even come home. He’d be at the hospital till God knows when, still trying to fit together the missing pieces of his patient’s puzzle. Both were too exhausted half the time to even say hi to each other, let alone kiss or touch each other the way they used to. The honeymoon part of there secret relationship had seemed to end quickly, thanks to their jobs. Olivia, however, was determined to make tonight count. No matter what it took, she needed him tonight. She needed to take out all her stress and depression on him like he let her. She needed to make love to him, hard and rough, until she came to that sweet climax she hadn’t had in weeks. Sure, her hand was always handy, no pun intended, but it didn’t compare to the way House made her cum. Not by a long shot.
She pushed threw the front door, surprised to see no sign of House. She figured he’d be doing what he usually did when he was home. On the couch, beer in hand, watching some sort of reality TV show that he only watched just to make fun of. Or worse, Gossip Girl. She was sort of to blame for getting him into Gossip Girl. She knew he was mostly into it cause he had a thing for the lovely brunette Blair. House did always have a thing for brunettes, which is somewhat why he was attracted to Olivia, but there were other reasons. Olivia never paid attention to it, though House loved saying sexual things about Blair in front of Olivia just to get her pissy. He just loved to put her in a bad mood, for some reason. She had a feeling it was probably because she didn’t take his shit, unlike most people. She was a lot like her father in ways. She always put him in his place, and wouldn’t let him bad mouth herself, or things she believed in. Besides, she had always had a thing for Dr. Sloan from Grey’s Anatomy. That was damn near the only reason why she watched the show. So, who was she to judge? She loved to tease House with that. House didn’t care too much for hearing her go on and on about some fine ass doctor in his late thirties. But, he never let her know that it made him jealous. He was jealous just because he didn’t want to think of her wanting anyone else but him. He was selfish in that sense. But, damn it, she was his. And he was hers.
Olivia removed her heels, removing her suit jacket in the process that she wore over a tight fitting red cami with black skinny jeans. Her fingers slicked back her long brunette hair that matched the color of Wilson’s, pushing it from her face as she made her way toward the bedrooms. If she didn’t find him there, then there was gonna be hell to pay. Because that either meant he was out getting something to eat, or at a bar. It meant he wasn’t home when he should’ve been, and he would’ve ruined her plans. Olivia hated when she didn’t get her way. She stopped in her room quickly, checking herself in the mirror first before she went into his room. She fixed her eyeliner, making sure her make up looked right. Once she was done fixing herself in the mirror, she sprayed on her vanilla/sugary sweet smelling perfume that House secretly loved. He never admitted it to her, but she knew he loved it. One night when they were messing around, he had commented on how good she smelt. She was wearing that perfume at the time, so ever since then, she always wore it around him. She checked herself in the mirror once more, before she exited her room, heading straight for his. She opened the door slowly, peaking in at first. A small smile crept to her face when she saw him in his bed, passed out. He had been so busy lately. She knew he needed his rest. But, she wanted him. And she knew that once he found out they were completely alone, for once, he’d want her too.
He was sleeping on his back, arms and legs sprawled out against his bed. His sheets laid against his legs, while his upper torso was exposed. The air conditioning system for the apartment had recently broke. Even though it was Fall weather, and the apartment wasn’t too hot, it still got pretty hot in the apartment. Hence why he probably had his window open with a fan on low in the window. It was also probably the reason why House was shirtless for a change. Liv looked over his body with a small smirk on her face now. Wondering how the hell his fifty year old ass ended up being built like a thirty year old. She didn’t know his secret, but whatever he was doing, it was working. Olivia moved slowly against the hard wood floor, not wanting to wake him up… yet. Those damn floors in the apartment were so noisy too. She was surprised she made it to the bed without making a sound. She removed her skinny jeans, letting them fall around her ankles as she slid off her top. Leaving her in only her maroon, laced push up bra with matching lacy boy shorts. She carefully crawled into bed next to him, grabbing up some of the cover. She leaned against him, sliding her hand inside of his pajama bottoms that he wore commando, as usual. Her lips went against his neck as she slowly ran her hand up and down his length, hearing his breath hitch at the new found pleasure. She felt him stir, hearing him let out a short, throat groan as he felt his long fingers trail up her waist now. She felt him turn his body toward her, slowly but surely, hearing her name on his tongue as she began to stroke him a bit faster now.
“Hey..” she whispered, kissing the stubble of his jaw, before she pulled away to look at him. Those blue eyes she had loved since day one looked toward her lazily, holding a bit of confusion and amusement in his iris as he watched her.
“Molester.” he growled out, grabbing her wrist for her to stop just a moment so he could wake up. “Warden Cuddy let you off early?”
“Yeah, she did. And dad’s held up at the hospital. One of his patient’s is having a bad reaction to the chemo. He said it might take all night.” she spoke, raising her brows suggestively. House raised his own brows at her words. A night alone for once? Someone finally answered his prayers. He ran his hand slowly over her hip, sliding down against the soft curve of her taut ass. That girl of his had a face of an angel, and body built for sin. It had been so long since he’d touched her. It’d been an eternity since she had touched him. All the sudden, House wasn’t as tired as he thought he was. Besides, he got a good hour or two in before she came home. That’s all he needed for now. He let go of her wrist, both hands going to her waist now as he picked her up, moving her over his lap. Her small giggle made his dick jump in response, a wicked grin playing on his features as he looked up at his girl. Yes, she was his. All his, no one else’s. He wouldn’t let anyone take this girl from him. They’d have to pry her out of his dead, cold hands before he’d let that happen. House was obsessive over her, as well as possessive. She was his lover, after all. Who could blame him with his bad streak of cheating girlfriends. First Stacy, then the girl he hooked up with when he was in rehab. Olivia was the only girl who hadn’t cheated on him. Which was ironic, considering her father was Mr. Panty Peeler himself. Oh God, he couldn’t think of Wilson now.
“So you figured you’d come waltzing into my room, wake me from my much needed rest, and I’d fuck your brains out?” House asked mockingly toward her, watching as she rolled those large, doe brown eyes of hers. He was surprised he could even look at her face with her in nothing but her bra and panties. Those perfect tits of hers pushed up snuggly in that bra that made her already full breast look fake damn near. While her red panties accentuated her firm ass that he wanted to grab and smack for the rest of the night. Oh yes, tonight was perfect. He was finally gonna get that much needed tension release from her. He needed to make love to his girl. He had missed her, and needed her. And, tonight, he was getting her.
“That was the plan, yes. But hey if you don’t want sex then…” she trailed, shrugging her shoulders. She knew better. He couldn’t resist her, especially now. She could feel his already hard length poking threw the thin material of his pj bottoms pressing into her heat. She couldn’t remember the last time his thick length was inside of her. God, she wanted him so bad right now.
“Never said I didn’t want it. I obviously want it.” House spoke, thrusting his hips up quickly to hunch against her. He heard her gasp, holding back his own groan as he pulled her down to lay over him. His hands cupping her face now. “Can’t you feel what you did to me?”
“Yess..” she muttered out in a moan, hunching against him herself. His length was poking harder now. She could feel it against her swollen clit, brushing against it. Making her wetter than she was to begin with.
“You want this, don’t you? You need my cock inside of you, huh? Fucking that tight pussy of yours. Stretching you, filling you. Deep inside of you. Tell me that you want me, Liv. Tell me now.” House commanded, taking on his usual dominating role. It came so naturally to him. He couldn’t even help it. Olivia seemed to love it. The more he controlled her, the more she begged for him to keep going. She was such a little submissive masochist. She loved the biting, the hair pulling, the smacking, the blood play. She loved the pain, and he hurt her well. Sometimes, he let her hurt him in returned. He remembered once when she had bit his shoulder so hard she broke threw the skin. Tore his skin so bad he had to have a few stitches. House didn’t mind. He could handle the pain. Any pain that didn’t have to do with his leg, he could handle. He invited it, just like he invited her into his life, and soul. She knew the real him, and he knew everything there was to know about her. Not to mention, she was the best lover he had, had in, well ever honestly. What more could he possibly ask for?
“I want you, Greg. I need you inside of him. I want your thick cock inside of me so fucking bad. I need to feel you again. Please, House. Please..” she begged for him. Knowing that, that’s what he wanted. He needed to hear that he was needed. That she really did want him. He needed that reassurance, this she knew. And, she gave it to him without complaints. Her words helped fuel the fire inside of House as he ripped off her bra roughly, sitting up as he gripped her breast hard in his hands. She moaned loudly as he took one of her nipples into his mouth. He licked the hardening nub first, rolling his tongue around the nipple before he took the pink nub between his teeth, biting down hard. Olivia gasped, gripping the back of his head, pushing his face harder into her breast while her other hand held onto his shoulder. God, he was good. He was so fucking good at making her want to beg for more. She wanted this pain mixed with pleasure. Feeling his teeth pierce her sensitive skin while his now rock hard cock poke at her heat was enough to take her over the edge, and they were just getting started.
House lifted her hips as he continued to make her chest with his teeth, knowing he’d leave dark bruises on her chest. He loved marking her. Showing everyone that she was his and only his. She let him do this to her. Mark her pale skinned body with blue and purple bruises that showed off the aggression and passion of the night before. He pulled down her panties with a quickness, damn near ripping them apart in the process as he tossed the clothing to the side. She was now completely exposed to him. Her perfect naked body pressing against his half naked body. He noticed her hand moving back down to his pj bottoms, sliding back in. He damn near lost it when he felt her hands cupping his ball sack, pulling and rolling his balls in the palm of her hands. His mouth moved up to her neck, kissing and bitting all over her skin as he felt his cock almost throb with how much he wanted her. It had been so long, too long since he had her in his bed. Too long since he had her naked, on top of him, with her hands making him weak as they always did.
“Take off my pants.” House ordered, raising his hips to help with the process. Olivia followed his order, removing his pants quickly until they were down enough to were House could kick them off the rest of the way. He did as so, letting them fall off his feet and onto the floor. She quickly moved back over him, about to slide himself inside of her. That was before House’s hand gripped her neck quickly. His blue eyes glared up at her with a lustful, evil look that made Olivia’s pussy squirt out even more wetness.
“Not yet, you little slut. I haven’t had my fun with you yet. You better hope to God Wilson doesn’t come back anytime soon. Otherwise he’s gonna see me wrapping my belt around your neck while I fuck you from behind. Would you like that, baby? You want daddies cock slamming you from behind? Smacking that tight ass of yours?” House spoke, no growled toward Olivia. He didn’t hold back with her. He loved to talk dirty, and be in charge, and be the one giving the pain and pleasure rather than receive it. He was submissive in that way, but it was more of a torture factor with him. He loved watching her beg on hands and knees for his cock. He loved getting her right at the edge, only to stop and slow things down. He loved to touch her sensitive spots, and do those naughty, kinky things to her that would make anyone else blush at the thought. Not his girl, no. She was a feisty little mix in the sheets. Just the way he liked it.
“Unfortunately, Livvy. By the looks of it, I have no idea when I’m coming home tonight.” Wilson sighed as he rolled up his sleeves, not looking forward to a long night ahead of constant tests and MRI’s. The woman that was his patient had a massive brain tumor. Wilson was surprised the woman was still holding on as it was. Now that the chemo was reacting the way it was, things were just going to get worse. He hoped tonight he didn’t lose another patient. He always felt like such a failure when it came down to that. But, that wasn’t his fault. It was in God’s hands, or whoever was in charge of death and living. He wasn’t even sure there was a God anymore. His profession made him so bitter.
“I don’t understand it. I thought the chemo was working.” Wilson shook his head, trying to keep himself calm. Olivia sighed, somewhat wishing now she could be there to comfort her father. She had no idea why he chose to be an Oncologist. Her father took things so personally, which made him a good doctor, but in the end, it only made him depressed.
“Dad, it’s not your fault. Things like this happens all the time. There’s no way you could’ve known that the chemo would react that way, right? Don’t be down on yourself. It’s not a lost cause yet. You just gotta keep fighting.” Olivia encouraged her father, damn near hearing the smile on the other end from him as she heard her father sigh in slight relief.
“You’re too smart for your own good, you know?” Wilson said with a soft smile. Olivia smiled herself.
“I get it from you.”
“Well, you sure as hell didn’t get it from your mother.” James joked half heartedly. Olivia couldn’t help but laugh as she finally made it to the apartment.
“I’m home now, dad. Call me when your on your way home. I’ll put some coffee on for you.” Liv spoke as she turned off her car, grabbing her purse as she exited the car.
“Alright, honey. Thank you. I’ll try to be home soon. I love you, Livvy.”
“Love you too, dad. Bye.” with that, she hung up the phone.
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Liv made it to the front door of the apartment quickly. She wasn’t able to hide the smile on her face, nor the bounce in her step. She was so excited to have the place to herself. Just her and House, alone. Finally, they had alone time. It was so hard to get some time alone with House, especially lately. Their work schedules at the hospital were crucial. With Olivia running errands for Cuddy constantly, on top of doing paperwork and sorting files day in and out, on top of part time babysitting Rachel, Liv’s life was hectic. Then House’s usual patients that took him weeks, sometimes months to treat. Sometimes, he wouldn’t even come home. He’d be at the hospital till God knows when, still trying to fit together the missing pieces of his patient’s puzzle. Both were too exhausted half the time to even say hi to each other, let alone kiss or touch each other the way they used to. The honeymoon part of there secret relationship had seemed to end quickly, thanks to their jobs. Olivia, however, was determined to make tonight count. No matter what it took, she needed him tonight. She needed to take out all her stress and depression on him like he let her. She needed to make love to him, hard and rough, until she came to that sweet climax she hadn’t had in weeks. Sure, her hand was always handy, no pun intended, but it didn’t compare to the way House made her cum. Not by a long shot.
She pushed threw the front door, surprised to see no sign of House. She figured he’d be doing what he usually did when he was home. On the couch, beer in hand, watching some sort of reality TV show that he only watched just to make fun of. Or worse, Gossip Girl. She was sort of to blame for getting him into Gossip Girl. She knew he was mostly into it cause he had a thing for the lovely brunette Blair. House did always have a thing for brunettes, which is somewhat why he was attracted to Olivia, but there were other reasons. Olivia never paid attention to it, though House loved saying sexual things about Blair in front of Olivia just to get her pissy. He just loved to put her in a bad mood, for some reason. She had a feeling it was probably because she didn’t take his shit, unlike most people. She was a lot like her father in ways. She always put him in his place, and wouldn’t let him bad mouth herself, or things she believed in. Besides, she had always had a thing for Dr. Sloan from Grey’s Anatomy. That was damn near the only reason why she watched the show. So, who was she to judge? She loved to tease House with that. House didn’t care too much for hearing her go on and on about some fine ass doctor in his late thirties. But, he never let her know that it made him jealous. He was jealous just because he didn’t want to think of her wanting anyone else but him. He was selfish in that sense. But, damn it, she was his. And he was hers.
Olivia removed her heels, removing her suit jacket in the process that she wore over a tight fitting red cami with black skinny jeans. Her fingers slicked back her long brunette hair that matched the color of Wilson’s, pushing it from her face as she made her way toward the bedrooms. If she didn’t find him there, then there was gonna be hell to pay. Because that either meant he was out getting something to eat, or at a bar. It meant he wasn’t home when he should’ve been, and he would’ve ruined her plans. Olivia hated when she didn’t get her way. She stopped in her room quickly, checking herself in the mirror first before she went into his room. She fixed her eyeliner, making sure her make up looked right. Once she was done fixing herself in the mirror, she sprayed on her vanilla/sugary sweet smelling perfume that House secretly loved. He never admitted it to her, but she knew he loved it. One night when they were messing around, he had commented on how good she smelt. She was wearing that perfume at the time, so ever since then, she always wore it around him. She checked herself in the mirror once more, before she exited her room, heading straight for his. She opened the door slowly, peaking in at first. A small smile crept to her face when she saw him in his bed, passed out. He had been so busy lately. She knew he needed his rest. But, she wanted him. And she knew that once he found out they were completely alone, for once, he’d want her too.
He was sleeping on his back, arms and legs sprawled out against his bed. His sheets laid against his legs, while his upper torso was exposed. The air conditioning system for the apartment had recently broke. Even though it was Fall weather, and the apartment wasn’t too hot, it still got pretty hot in the apartment. Hence why he probably had his window open with a fan on low in the window. It was also probably the reason why House was shirtless for a change. Liv looked over his body with a small smirk on her face now. Wondering how the hell his fifty year old ass ended up being built like a thirty year old. She didn’t know his secret, but whatever he was doing, it was working. Olivia moved slowly against the hard wood floor, not wanting to wake him up… yet. Those damn floors in the apartment were so noisy too. She was surprised she made it to the bed without making a sound. She removed her skinny jeans, letting them fall around her ankles as she slid off her top. Leaving her in only her maroon, laced push up bra with matching lacy boy shorts. She carefully crawled into bed next to him, grabbing up some of the cover. She leaned against him, sliding her hand inside of his pajama bottoms that he wore commando, as usual. Her lips went against his neck as she slowly ran her hand up and down his length, hearing his breath hitch at the new found pleasure. She felt him stir, hearing him let out a short, throat groan as he felt his long fingers trail up her waist now. She felt him turn his body toward her, slowly but surely, hearing her name on his tongue as she began to stroke him a bit faster now.
“Hey..” she whispered, kissing the stubble of his jaw, before she pulled away to look at him. Those blue eyes she had loved since day one looked toward her lazily, holding a bit of confusion and amusement in his iris as he watched her.
“Molester.” he growled out, grabbing her wrist for her to stop just a moment so he could wake up. “Warden Cuddy let you off early?”
“Yeah, she did. And dad’s held up at the hospital. One of his patient’s is having a bad reaction to the chemo. He said it might take all night.” she spoke, raising her brows suggestively. House raised his own brows at her words. A night alone for once? Someone finally answered his prayers. He ran his hand slowly over her hip, sliding down against the soft curve of her taut ass. That girl of his had a face of an angel, and body built for sin. It had been so long since he’d touched her. It’d been an eternity since she had touched him. All the sudden, House wasn’t as tired as he thought he was. Besides, he got a good hour or two in before she came home. That’s all he needed for now. He let go of her wrist, both hands going to her waist now as he picked her up, moving her over his lap. Her small giggle made his dick jump in response, a wicked grin playing on his features as he looked up at his girl. Yes, she was his. All his, no one else’s. He wouldn’t let anyone take this girl from him. They’d have to pry her out of his dead, cold hands before he’d let that happen. House was obsessive over her, as well as possessive. She was his lover, after all. Who could blame him with his bad streak of cheating girlfriends. First Stacy, then the girl he hooked up with when he was in rehab. Olivia was the only girl who hadn’t cheated on him. Which was ironic, considering her father was Mr. Panty Peeler himself. Oh God, he couldn’t think of Wilson now.
“So you figured you’d come waltzing into my room, wake me from my much needed rest, and I’d fuck your brains out?” House asked mockingly toward her, watching as she rolled those large, doe brown eyes of hers. He was surprised he could even look at her face with her in nothing but her bra and panties. Those perfect tits of hers pushed up snuggly in that bra that made her already full breast look fake damn near. While her red panties accentuated her firm ass that he wanted to grab and smack for the rest of the night. Oh yes, tonight was perfect. He was finally gonna get that much needed tension release from her. He needed to make love to his girl. He had missed her, and needed her. And, tonight, he was getting her.
“That was the plan, yes. But hey if you don’t want sex then…” she trailed, shrugging her shoulders. She knew better. He couldn’t resist her, especially now. She could feel his already hard length poking threw the thin material of his pj bottoms pressing into her heat. She couldn’t remember the last time his thick length was inside of her. God, she wanted him so bad right now.
“Never said I didn’t want it. I obviously want it.” House spoke, thrusting his hips up quickly to hunch against her. He heard her gasp, holding back his own groan as he pulled her down to lay over him. His hands cupping her face now. “Can’t you feel what you did to me?”
“Yess..” she muttered out in a moan, hunching against him herself. His length was poking harder now. She could feel it against her swollen clit, brushing against it. Making her wetter than she was to begin with.
“You want this, don’t you? You need my cock inside of you, huh? Fucking that tight pussy of yours. Stretching you, filling you. Deep inside of you. Tell me that you want me, Liv. Tell me now.” House commanded, taking on his usual dominating role. It came so naturally to him. He couldn’t even help it. Olivia seemed to love it. The more he controlled her, the more she begged for him to keep going. She was such a little submissive masochist. She loved the biting, the hair pulling, the smacking, the blood play. She loved the pain, and he hurt her well. Sometimes, he let her hurt him in returned. He remembered once when she had bit his shoulder so hard she broke threw the skin. Tore his skin so bad he had to have a few stitches. House didn’t mind. He could handle the pain. Any pain that didn’t have to do with his leg, he could handle. He invited it, just like he invited her into his life, and soul. She knew the real him, and he knew everything there was to know about her. Not to mention, she was the best lover he had, had in, well ever honestly. What more could he possibly ask for?
“I want you, Greg. I need you inside of him. I want your thick cock inside of me so fucking bad. I need to feel you again. Please, House. Please..” she begged for him. Knowing that, that’s what he wanted. He needed to hear that he was needed. That she really did want him. He needed that reassurance, this she knew. And, she gave it to him without complaints. Her words helped fuel the fire inside of House as he ripped off her bra roughly, sitting up as he gripped her breast hard in his hands. She moaned loudly as he took one of her nipples into his mouth. He licked the hardening nub first, rolling his tongue around the nipple before he took the pink nub between his teeth, biting down hard. Olivia gasped, gripping the back of his head, pushing his face harder into her breast while her other hand held onto his shoulder. God, he was good. He was so fucking good at making her want to beg for more. She wanted this pain mixed with pleasure. Feeling his teeth pierce her sensitive skin while his now rock hard cock poke at her heat was enough to take her over the edge, and they were just getting started.
House lifted her hips as he continued to make her chest with his teeth, knowing he’d leave dark bruises on her chest. He loved marking her. Showing everyone that she was his and only his. She let him do this to her. Mark her pale skinned body with blue and purple bruises that showed off the aggression and passion of the night before. He pulled down her panties with a quickness, damn near ripping them apart in the process as he tossed the clothing to the side. She was now completely exposed to him. Her perfect naked body pressing against his half naked body. He noticed her hand moving back down to his pj bottoms, sliding back in. He damn near lost it when he felt her hands cupping his ball sack, pulling and rolling his balls in the palm of her hands. His mouth moved up to her neck, kissing and bitting all over her skin as he felt his cock almost throb with how much he wanted her. It had been so long, too long since he had her in his bed. Too long since he had her naked, on top of him, with her hands making him weak as they always did.
“Take off my pants.” House ordered, raising his hips to help with the process. Olivia followed his order, removing his pants quickly until they were down enough to were House could kick them off the rest of the way. He did as so, letting them fall off his feet and onto the floor. She quickly moved back over him, about to slide himself inside of her. That was before House’s hand gripped her neck quickly. His blue eyes glared up at her with a lustful, evil look that made Olivia’s pussy squirt out even more wetness.
“Not yet, you little slut. I haven’t had my fun with you yet. You better hope to God Wilson doesn’t come back anytime soon. Otherwise he’s gonna see me wrapping my belt around your neck while I fuck you from behind. Would you like that, baby? You want daddies cock slamming you from behind? Smacking that tight ass of yours?” House spoke, no growled toward Olivia. He didn’t hold back with her. He loved to talk dirty, and be in charge, and be the one giving the pain and pleasure rather than receive it. He was submissive in that way, but it was more of a torture factor with him. He loved watching her beg on hands and knees for his cock. He loved getting her right at the edge, only to stop and slow things down. He loved to touch her sensitive spots, and do those naughty, kinky things to her that would make anyone else blush at the thought. Not his girl, no. She was a feisty little mix in the sheets. Just the way he liked it.